Best Place In Vegas To Hook Up?

[nyc2vegas]

How come none of our lady members mention hooking up?

they have a code of OMERTA!!!!!

[SoCal Girl]

Well I for one am sitting back and learning how you guys do it. Never realized you guys had "fall men".

[nassau]

socal..if you only knew...

[chillin@thebellag]

"...if not, go crash from 5PM to around 1:00AM, then hit the club at 2. There are no lines, most of the couples have got horny and headed back to their room by then. You walk in, completely sober and rested, while everybody else is drunk, tired, and basically looks like crap. I could usually walk in around 2am, and leave with a reasonably hot girl, reasonably drunk(off of other guys money), and head to her room."

lol...

(ps. what's up with this 10 character minimum thing?)

[nyc2vegas]

lol...

(ps. what's up with this 10 character minimum thing?)

we want to make sure you actually have something to say

[aria]

How come none of our lady members mention hooking up?

I have before, and I believe I got berated a bit for hustling for drinks.

But I'd be more than willing to discuss my Vegas "encounters".

[nyc2vegas]

But I'd be more than willing to discuss my Vegas "encounters".

lets go spill it!!!!!

[wat]

lets go spill it!!!!!

+1

It's like you're holding out on us.

[aria]

Just to preface this - my definition of "hooking up" does not involve sex. Maybe other...things.... but not sex.


My December trip was absolutely nuts. Nicole (That's N for some of you?) and I went last December for a five night stay. We were seriously fighting men off left and right. It was definitely a good ego booster - regardless if they were drunk as hell or not.

Our third night there we ended up hooking up with two friends at The Hard Rock after meeting them at Wasted Space. It was all very innocent at first, for me anyway. They had a room there, so we ended up spending the whole night and she did much more than I did. The guy and I were so drunk we ended up passing out before anything good could happen.

The next night, back at Wasted Space we met up with a huge group of British men on leave from the British Army. The one I became rather enamored with had Groucho Marx glasses on. We ended up going off with the two to the lounge area of Wasted Space (what it becomes after the main parts shut down). A shit ton of drinks later their friends came and told them they needed to get their stuff from the bell hop but their names were on it.

What was it that they had to check in with the bellhops?
Fucking food costumes. I kid you not - they were all decked out in different food attire. One was a banana, taco, M&m and one was a hot dog. A few other gents decided against the food costumes I suppose.

So Nicole and I left, with an M&M and Taco over to the MGM.

To be continued!

[IRockNvegas]

Hahaha YES! Love the costumes. That's going to be in one of mv500's chapters

[aria]

We head over to MGM, and head to Zuri bar. Immediately we get there, with the guys decked out in their food attire, a bartender yells to us, "Hey! A hot dog was just in here looking for you!" So the one dressed as a banana runs in the direction the bartender suggests.

We are already smashed and the drinks keep flowing and cigarette packs keep disappearing. Eventually, M&M takes Nicole up to his room, which he shares with the Taco. The Taco isn't so keen on having to share a room with his friend who is hooking up - so he gets us our own room.

We go back to Zuri bar for another rounds of drinks (at this point the only reason I can remember what happened next is because it was so absurd). We are sitting at the bar and another British man, about mid 40's sits nexts to me and we spend the next hour and half fighting over existentialism and the idea of consciousness.

I will take this time to say that the British man also claimed to be high on ecstasy.

The Taco, meanwhile, is begging me to go upstairs, but I am too engrossed in a battle of wits to give in. As we finally make our way upstairs, the X 40's Brit shouts, "You're better than going to bed with a boy dressed in a fucking Taco suit."

We get up to the room, get in to the bed only to have him pass out at 9:00am. (We hadn't gotten up to the room until then).

I awake later to a gentle nudge on my shoulder. I wake up and ask him what time it was, to discover it is 1:00 in the afternoon. I flipped the fuck out immediately. I had set an alarm on my phone for 10:00 (we had to be out of the timeshare we were staying at by 11:00). I grab my phone to find over twenty missed calls and about ten voicemails from Nicole.

I frantically try to call Nicole, whose phone is now dead.

To be continued once more!

[chillin@thebellag]

we want to make sure you actually have something to say

I think we both know that I don't...but nonetheless I should be granted an exception. Between my multi-paragraph nonsensical ramblings induced by sleep deprivation and the 2-3 character responses I think my average post length averages out pretty nicely.

[Mike7T7]

We head over to MGM, and head to Zuri bar. Immediately we get there, with the guys decked out in their food attire, a bartender yells to us, "Hey! A hot dog was just in here looking for you!" So the one dressed as a banana runs in the direction the bartender suggests.

We are already smashed and the drinks keep flowing and cigarette packs keep disappearing. Eventually, M&M takes Nicole up to his room, which he shares with the Taco. The Taco isn't so keen on having to share a room with his friend who is hooking up - so he gets us our own room.

We go back to Zuri bar for another rounds of drinks (at this point the only reason I can remember what happened next is because it was so absurd). We are sitting at the bar and another British man, about mid 40's sits nexts to me and we spend the next hour and half fighting over existentialism and the idea of consciousness.

I will take this time to say that the British man also claimed to be high on ecstasy.

The Taco, meanwhile, is begging me to go upstairs, but I am too engrossed in a battle of wits to give in. As we finally make our way upstairs, the X 40's Brit shouts, "You're better than going to bed with a boy dressed in a fucking Taco suit."

We get up to the room, get in to the bed only to have him pass out at 9:00am. (We hadn't gotten up to the room until then).

I awake later to a gentle nudge on my shoulder. I wake up and ask him what time it was, to discover it is 1:00 in the afternoon. I flipped the fuck out immediately. I had set an alarm on my phone for 10:00 (we had to be out of the timeshare we were staying at by 11:00). I grab my phone to find over twenty missed calls and about ten voicemails from Nicole.

I frantically try to call Nicole, whose phone is now dead.

To be continued once more!

Oh man why you always gotta go to commercial when things in the story is getting good lol

[aria]

Part Three! (sorry I had to go to campus and submit some papers, blah blah blah)

I listen to all the messages and each one is progressively more frantic from Nicole. I finally break down and call her Aunt (who was staying with us at the Timeshare, and goes out and gambles all night so not a big deal - but she's a bit on the odd side.), who had left two voicemails herself.

No answer. At this point I am becoming a little, the word might be frantic but it doesn't seem to encompass the sheer terror I was experiencing. Meanwhile, Taco is trying to calm me down saying everything will be okay. I try to communicate to him the severity of the situation and get him to call his room where Nicole was previously with the M&M.

After numerous calls, M&M finally picks up, obviously pissed about being awake at 1:30pm. Nicole had left about an hour ago according to him.

Fuck fuck fuck. I have no idea where my friend is, no idea where all my stuff may be since we didn't evacuate the premises on time and I have no idea where everyone is now and my battery is slowly dying. I leave the current room number and continue to slowly slip in to a (still) drunken madness.

I stay in the room as to plant, just in case Nicole goes back to the M&M room. I had no other way of contacting her. And my phone rings, an hour later - Nicole's aunt. But it's Nicole!! Her aunt had packed everything up for us, and we were now over at Hooter's. Hooter's, for those of you who do not know is *literally* a walk across ONE stoplight street.

Nicole and I laugh hysterically over the fact that both of us had been freaking out and she continues on about how her night went with M&M. She then gets off the phone to go to lunch. I leave the room number for her on a text and I spend the next four hours in the room with the Taco doing things you shouldn't do with a Taco.

I eventually gather all my remaining clothing, dignity and self respect off the floor, traded emails and where we were staying with the Taco. I tell him we plan to head to Prive that night and he and his mates should come by.

I do the most short, and epic walk of shame Vegas has ever seen! I walk through all of MGM, one false eyelash hanging off my eye, hair looking of sex, smelling of booze and stale cigarettes, and quite overdressed for 5:30 in the afternoon. I stumble over to Hooter's, getting honked at repeatedly and gawked at by passersby (no one has ever seen a walk of shame apparently, didn't realize the Christian convention was in) and get the most contemptuous look from her aunt.


Nicole at this point tells me about her morning, which completely topped mine and I will share. Nicole awoke to about twelve British soilders bursting through the door of M&M's hotel room, screaming, "GO GO GO GO GO!!! WE'RE GOING TO THE FUCKING GRAND CANYON!!! GO GO GO GO GO!!!". Nicole, was as you would think - completely taken aback considering she was nude and the testosterone in the room had jumped up by eleven men. They were jumping on the bed and even took her heels hostage.

If that isn't a Vegas wake up call...

Chug a ton of water, take a shower to wash away the shame and stench, and begin another routine of getting ready to go out. Nicole and I grab some Hooters Wings (terrible choice for a stomach full of Vodka Redbulls) and we head over to Prive.

With a catch - her aunt wants to go with us. She is pushing 50, but Nicole feels like we owe her for the morning, and I begrudgingly agree, mostly worried that she is not dressed enough for the clubs (She likes moo-moo dresses, if that gives you an inclination of any kind). We get in to Prive escorted by Logan - he is the best, and JC recommended! And enjoy some bottle service with some wealthy Indian men.

The Indian man who fancies me is promising the world by first dance, and is starting to get more friendly than I appreciated (especially so sober), so Nicole and I do our standard - "Running to the ladies BRB PROMISE!" routine. Yes boys, we do that more than likely to get the hell away from you - not always, but usually.

We spend fifteen minutes primping and trying to step over someone who has passed out in the ladies room. We walk out only to find our special Indian friends waiting for us, like stalkers.

At this point, Nicole and I have run out of ideas on how to escape them - almost! Luck would have it a huge group of girls were shuffling out of the restroom and we ducked in with them and out the exit. The music at Prive had declined by a lot so we decided to head back to the MGM bar - Zuri.

Now, were we expecting to run in to the Brits again? Not really. Nicole had flirted with a bartender enough previously to think we could possibly get some discounted, or at very least much stiffer drinks than we could at a club.

Not even fifteen minutes in to sipping on our Vodka Redbulls (My Vegas Mainstay forever), who strolls in? A Taco and a Banana, accompanied by a Hot Dog.

to be continued once more, my fingers hurt!

[Cisco419]

Part Three! (sorry I had to go to campus and submit some papers, blah blah blah)

I listen to all the messages and each one is progressively more frantic from Nicole. I finally break down and call her Aunt (who was staying with us at the Timeshare, and goes out and gambles all night so not a big deal - but she's a bit on the odd side.), who had left two voicemails herself.

No answer. At this point I am becoming a little, the word might be frantic but it doesn't seem to encompass the sheer terror I was experiencing. Meanwhile, Taco is trying to calm me down saying everything will be okay. I try to communicate to him the severity of the situation and get him to call his room where Nicole was previously with the M&M.

After numerous calls, M&M finally picks up, obviously pissed about being awake at 1:30pm. Nicole had left about an hour ago according to him.

Fuck fuck fuck. I have no idea where my friend is, no idea where all my stuff may be since we didn't evacuate the premises on time and I have no idea where everyone is now and my battery is slowly dying. I leave the current room number and continue to slowly slip in to a (still) drunken madness.

I stay in the room as to plant, just in case Nicole goes back to the M&M room. I had no other way of contacting her. And my phone rings, an hour later - Nicole's aunt. But it's Nicole!! Her aunt had packed everything up for us, and we were now over at Hooter's. Hooter's, for those of you who do not know is *literally* a walk across ONE stoplight street.

Nicole and I laugh hysterically over the fact that both of us had been freaking out and she continues on about how her night went with M&M. She then gets off the phone to go to lunch. I leave the room number for her on a text and I spend the next four hours in the room with the Taco doing things you shouldn't do with a Taco.

I eventually gather all my remaining clothing, dignity and self respect off the floor, traded emails and where we were staying with the Taco. I tell him we plan to head to Prive that night and he and his mates should come by.

I do the most short, and epic walk of shame Vegas has ever seen! I walk through all of MGM, one false eyelash hanging off my eye, hair looking of sex, smelling of booze and stale cigarettes, and quite overdressed for 5:30 in the afternoon. I stumble over to Hooter's, getting honked at repeatedly and gawked at by passersby (no one has ever seen a walk of shame apparently, didn't realize the Christian convention was in) and get the most contemptuous look from her aunt.


Nicole at this point tells me about her morning, which completely topped mine and I will share. Nicole awoke to about twelve British soilders bursting through the door of M&M's hotel room, screaming, "GO GO GO GO GO!!! WE'RE GOING TO THE FUCKING GRAND CANYON!!! GO GO GO GO GO!!!". Nicole, was as you would think - completely taken aback considering she was nude and the testosterone in the room had jumped up by eleven men. They were jumping on the bed and even took her heels hostage.

If that isn't a Vegas wake up call...

Chug a ton of water, take a shower to wash away the shame and stench, and begin another routine of getting ready to go out. Nicole and I grab some Hooters Wings (terrible choice for a stomach full of Vodka Redbulls) and we head over to Prive.

With a catch - her aunt wants to go with us. She is pushing 50, but Nicole feels like we owe her for the morning, and I begrudgingly agree, mostly worried that she is not dressed enough for the clubs (She likes moo-moo dresses, if that gives you an inclination of any kind). We get in to Prive escorted by Logan - he is the best, and JC recommended! And enjoy some bottle service with some wealthy Indian men.

The Indian man who fancies me is promising the world by first dance, and is starting to get more friendly than I appreciated (especially so sober), so Nicole and I do our standard - "Running to the ladies BRB PROMISE!" routine. Yes boys, we do that more than likely to get the hell away from you - not always, but usually.

We spend fifteen minutes primping and trying to step over someone who has passed out in the ladies room. We walk out only to find our special Indian friends waiting for us, like stalkers.

At this point, Nicole and I have run out of ideas on how to escape them - almost! Luck would have it a huge group of girls were shuffling out of the restroom and we ducked in with them and out the exit. The music at Prive had declined by a lot so we decided to head back to the MGM bar - Zuri.

Now, were we expecting to run in to the Brits again? Not really. Nicole had flirted with a bartender enough previously to think we could possibly get some discounted, or at very least much stiffer drinks than we could at a club.

Not even fifteen minutes in to sipping on our Vodka Redbulls (My Vegas Mainstay forever), who strolls in? A Taco and a Banana, accompanied by a Hot Dog.

to be continued once more, my fingers hurt!

I wont lie, your story fukin kicks ass!!! haha