i'm in vegas right now... it's day 2 and a half. everything has been crazy so far. gotta shout out to Dave Roberts at JET. vip table next to the DJ is crazy. the club was legit and talent was plentiful. might be an older club, but last night was crazy. i'll post a full trip report when i get back... and recover... but i'm going to post a link to our album which is being updated as we go along.
hope you guys enjoy. thanks to everyone for their help. vegas planned blows vegas impromptu out of the water.
vanity was a lot of fun last night. jason habel put us in a great spot and we enjoyed two more free bottles again. Brother pulled 3rd place in the grappling competition and marklen kennedy hooked us up at tao beach this afternoon. eiffel tower restaurant for dinner tonight and then prbly a table at the Bank if we can muster the energy for it
we're about to head back to the airport. for me, four nights is too long in Vegas. Last night, we were all falling asleep at dinner and bailed on the club. three nights will likely be our limit from here on out... we'll use the 4th day as recovery time back home, haha.
I've posted the majority of our pics. I'll write up a trip report later this week. an average of 2-3 hours of sleep per night just doesn't cut it.
thanks again to everyone who contributed advice. this trip blew our previous trips out of the water. all the hosts were amazing and the recommendations were on point.
the 3rd place finish definitely humbled my brother, but I think he came in way over confident regardless.
being out of the military now, i'll have a lot more freedom to plan trips for dates that I prefer, rather than blind compliance to mandated leave dates. i'd love to join you guys on a future AOD invasion. I'm confident i'd make the forum proud.
4 nights... I don't even know what to say. I'm embarrassed with myself that we couldn't finish on a strong note. Looking back on it, we should have taken it easier the first night. We were triple fisting at 9am on the craps table and really never recovered after that.
still, at 23 or 24, I wouldn't have allowed my group to cop out. at 27/28, we're noticing our priorities shifting in directions that I couldn't have predicted.
Regardless, a successful trip. 2 bottles of vodka, 2 bottles of patron, and champagne at each club.... plus 3 bottles of champagne at tao beach. it's been a while since my liver has taken that kind of beating with such a small group. And we took our sunday club savings and put them towards first class upgrades and limo transportation home. Can't complain too much, haha.
Thursday –
The girls all work full days. I’m answering my phone every 20 minutes from one of the girls asking if I’m still excited. Yeah, like that excitement would suddenly dissipate the day we leave for Vegas, even though I have been hyped for 2 months now. I play along and reassure them all that I have everything planned and it’s going to be a blast. Everyone gets off work and we drive to the airport for our flights. Our flight to Atlanta, and then from Atlanta to vegas both suck. Babies screaming, turbulence shaking the plane, and no more movies on AirTran flights??? Oh well, we just landed in Las Vegas at night, which was cool but not as life-changing of an experience as I was expecting. We get off the plane and meet our friend Carrie Grass who landed three hours prior. Apparently she bought the whole bar two rounds of shots and now she’s got everyone working for her to surprise us as we get off the plane. Like we would have forgotten that she was supposed to be waiting for us. We get our bags and meet our limo driver who takes us to the liquor store to get our pregame equipment. 2 handles of vodka, 1 handle of patron, 12 bottle of champagne, and two cases of red bull should be sufficient. We get to the Aria and check in to our reserved corner suite with connecting deluxe room. I’m very impressed with the setup, particularly the extra half bath which should come in handy when the girls are hogging the bathrooms. I just now get a phone call from my buddy justin who tells me he missed his flight and won’t be able to come. Oh well, maybe we’ll get better tables at the clubs now. Go to store the laptops in the safe and open it up to find a safe full of weed. Not shitty weed either, but more like the stuff that you smell from around the corner, like a skunk just got run over, but more delicious, haha. Only some will feel me on that one. As tempting as it is, I’m technically still getting paid by the gov’t so I phone it in to the front desk just to cover my ass. I expected to flush it down the toilet but they apologize and send a bellman up to bring us to our new PH suites. Amazing views and gorgeous rooms… I don’t think I’ve ever stayed above the 50th floor of any hotel in my life. We call up my friend from highschool who is now the nighttime security director at a nearby casino. The group decides that since it is 3 am, we should just gamble, drink, and catch up. We hit the tables and start doing well at a craps table before people start dropping like flies around 7 am. Carrie and I decide we’re going to soldier it through and see how long the winning streak can last. I get a call from my parents at 9am to let me know they’re just checking in to the hotel for my brother’s grappling competition. Liquid courage motivates me to invite them to breakfast even though I have been up for 36 hours at this point. Needless to say, breakfast is a mess, and Carrie and I look like early morning lushes. Oh well, it’s vegas, day one down.
Friday –
Everyone is up by noon because we’re all so excited. Nobody allows their bodies to remind them that they’re struggling on minimal sleep. Besides, who come to Vegas expecting full nights of sleep. The girls hit the spa and I hit the miracle mile to buy a new watch, yes mine broke when I fell the night before. We meet up later in the afternoon at the tables at Planet Hollywood, which I’ve always felt were the loosest tables. We meet a group of guys at the table who are in from TN and came for a wedding, which was canceled the day before they left. They came anyways and expect to have even more fun now because they don’t have to act responsibly anymore. I give them the half-assed invite to the club, because babysitting a group of girls gets old at times, forgetting that they probably wouldn’t be able to get past the lines anyhow. We head back to the Aria to get ready for the night. The girls all had their eyelashes and hair and makeup done at the Bellagio. I gather up the cash for the evening and we roll out to Jet. Almost. Haley, our redhead, decides that she wants to take a nap and meet us there at midnight. Fine by me, I have her money for the table, but I’m thoroughly disappointed that she’s giving up so early. We catch our limo at 930pm, stocked with six bottles of champagne for the three girls and me. We roll around the strip before hitting freemont street for a bit. There’s an old school Austin powers band rocking out and everyone is having a great time. Of course they’re all looking at us wondering why we’re dressed up and how we still have all our teeth, j/k. We leave freemont at 11pm and head to Jet. I call Dave Robert as we pull up and he has us past the line and seated at an incredible table within two minutes. I hand his buddy Johnny C a couple hundred bucks. I also make sure to get Wesley, our security guy a hundred to keep an eye out for the girls. Dave has us hooked up nicely. We buy two bottles of patron (because we love shots), a case of redbull, a case of water, and they give us our two free bottles of vodka. The table to our left is six girls celebrating a bday. Needless to say, finishing the two bottles of patron will not be a problem. Jet was wild all night long. My buddy from HS meets us there later in the night and he and I make a pact to finish the alcohol. Bad idea. I wake up naked in the bathtub in the morning and hear the girls in the living room having breakfast and laughing about my dancing. It was a fun night regardless.
hope you guys enjoy. thanks to everyone for their help. vegas planned blows vegas impromptu out of the water.
vanity was a lot of fun last night. jason habel put us in a great spot and we enjoyed two more free bottles again. Brother pulled 3rd place in the grappling competition and marklen kennedy hooked us up at tao beach this afternoon. eiffel tower restaurant for dinner tonight and then prbly a table at the Bank if we can muster the energy for it
we're about to head back to the airport. for me, four nights is too long in Vegas. Last night, we were all falling asleep at dinner and bailed on the club. three nights will likely be our limit from here on out... we'll use the 4th day as recovery time back home, haha.
I've posted the majority of our pics. I'll write up a trip report later this week. an average of 2-3 hours of sleep per night just doesn't cut it.
thanks again to everyone who contributed advice. this trip blew our previous trips out of the water. all the hosts were amazing and the recommendations were on point.
the 3rd place finish definitely humbled my brother, but I think he came in way over confident regardless.
being out of the military now, i'll have a lot more freedom to plan trips for dates that I prefer, rather than blind compliance to mandated leave dates. i'd love to join you guys on a future AOD invasion. I'm confident i'd make the forum proud.
4 nights... I don't even know what to say. I'm embarrassed with myself that we couldn't finish on a strong note. Looking back on it, we should have taken it easier the first night. We were triple fisting at 9am on the craps table and really never recovered after that.
still, at 23 or 24, I wouldn't have allowed my group to cop out. at 27/28, we're noticing our priorities shifting in directions that I couldn't have predicted.
Regardless, a successful trip. 2 bottles of vodka, 2 bottles of patron, and champagne at each club.... plus 3 bottles of champagne at tao beach. it's been a while since my liver has taken that kind of beating with such a small group. And we took our sunday club savings and put them towards first class upgrades and limo transportation home. Can't complain too much, haha.
Thursday –
The girls all work full days. I’m answering my phone every 20 minutes from one of the girls asking if I’m still excited. Yeah, like that excitement would suddenly dissipate the day we leave for Vegas, even though I have been hyped for 2 months now. I play along and reassure them all that I have everything planned and it’s going to be a blast. Everyone gets off work and we drive to the airport for our flights. Our flight to Atlanta, and then from Atlanta to vegas both suck. Babies screaming, turbulence shaking the plane, and no more movies on AirTran flights??? Oh well, we just landed in Las Vegas at night, which was cool but not as life-changing of an experience as I was expecting. We get off the plane and meet our friend Carrie Grass who landed three hours prior. Apparently she bought the whole bar two rounds of shots and now she’s got everyone working for her to surprise us as we get off the plane. Like we would have forgotten that she was supposed to be waiting for us. We get our bags and meet our limo driver who takes us to the liquor store to get our pregame equipment. 2 handles of vodka, 1 handle of patron, 12 bottle of champagne, and two cases of red bull should be sufficient. We get to the Aria and check in to our reserved corner suite with connecting deluxe room. I’m very impressed with the setup, particularly the extra half bath which should come in handy when the girls are hogging the bathrooms. I just now get a phone call from my buddy justin who tells me he missed his flight and won’t be able to come. Oh well, maybe we’ll get better tables at the clubs now. Go to store the laptops in the safe and open it up to find a safe full of weed. Not shitty weed either, but more like the stuff that you smell from around the corner, like a skunk just got run over, but more delicious, haha. Only some will feel me on that one. As tempting as it is, I’m technically still getting paid by the gov’t so I phone it in to the front desk just to cover my ass. I expected to flush it down the toilet but they apologize and send a bellman up to bring us to our new PH suites. Amazing views and gorgeous rooms… I don’t think I’ve ever stayed above the 50th floor of any hotel in my life. We call up my friend from highschool who is now the nighttime security director at a nearby casino. The group decides that since it is 3 am, we should just gamble, drink, and catch up. We hit the tables and start doing well at a craps table before people start dropping like flies around 7 am. Carrie and I decide we’re going to soldier it through and see how long the winning streak can last. I get a call from my parents at 9am to let me know they’re just checking in to the hotel for my brother’s grappling competition. Liquid courage motivates me to invite them to breakfast even though I have been up for 36 hours at this point. Needless to say, breakfast is a mess, and Carrie and I look like early morning lushes. Oh well, it’s vegas, day one down.
Friday –
Everyone is up by noon because we’re all so excited. Nobody allows their bodies to remind them that they’re struggling on minimal sleep. Besides, who come to Vegas expecting full nights of sleep. The girls hit the spa and I hit the miracle mile to buy a new watch, yes mine broke when I fell the night before. We meet up later in the afternoon at the tables at Planet Hollywood, which I’ve always felt were the loosest tables. We meet a group of guys at the table who are in from TN and came for a wedding, which was canceled the day before they left. They came anyways and expect to have even more fun now because they don’t have to act responsibly anymore. I give them the half-assed invite to the club, because babysitting a group of girls gets old at times, forgetting that they probably wouldn’t be able to get past the lines anyhow. We head back to the Aria to get ready for the night. The girls all had their eyelashes and hair and makeup done at the Bellagio. I gather up the cash for the evening and we roll out to Jet. Almost. Haley, our redhead, decides that she wants to take a nap and meet us there at midnight. Fine by me, I have her money for the table, but I’m thoroughly disappointed that she’s giving up so early. We catch our limo at 930pm, stocked with six bottles of champagne for the three girls and me. We roll around the strip before hitting freemont street for a bit. There’s an old school Austin powers band rocking out and everyone is having a great time. Of course they’re all looking at us wondering why we’re dressed up and how we still have all our teeth, j/k. We leave freemont at 11pm and head to Jet. I call Dave Robert as we pull up and he has us past the line and seated at an incredible table within two minutes. I hand his buddy Johnny C a couple hundred bucks. I also make sure to get Wesley, our security guy a hundred to keep an eye out for the girls. Dave has us hooked up nicely. We buy two bottles of patron (because we love shots), a case of redbull, a case of water, and they give us our two free bottles of vodka. The table to our left is six girls celebrating a bday. Needless to say, finishing the two bottles of patron will not be a problem. Jet was wild all night long. My buddy from HS meets us there later in the night and he and I make a pact to finish the alcohol. Bad idea. I wake up naked in the bathtub in the morning and hear the girls in the living room having breakfast and laughing about my dancing. It was a fun night regardless.
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