Scottish Labor Week in Vegas

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

OK so im going to try and attempt to breakdown our week in Vegas to a bitesize chunk.........its not going to be easy!!!

Day 1

Right 2 of us set off from Aberdeen, Scotland bright and early Monday 30th August for a trip to Vegas that would hopefully surpass our maiden trip to Vegas and make up for the horrific year wait we have endured.

The trip didn't get off to a great start, the power suddenly went off in our bogus Airport prior to us boarding our flight. Cue a couple of hours suffering and the chance we wouldnt make our connecting flight in London to Vegas - a years wait almost in ruins.
British Airways finally saw sense - unusual for them - and checked us in on a manual basis with only small room for manouvre to get onto our Vegas bound flight in London.

Cue the huge sigh of relief as that was the last moment of bother and all the waiting was finally over and the flight went swimmingly to Vegas.

Couple of cracking views over the Hoover Dam and then when the strip came in and i creamed my pants..........game on.
So we were due to meet our friend at the Hotel as he had just been working in Texas for the past 5 weeks.

The adrenaline was pumping and the taxi dumped us at Planet Hollywood and we got a text from our mate saying the old sandwich trick didnt work for him, but we thought fuck it we'd still give it a try. $50 between the passport and credit card and bobs your uncle...... we both got upgrades to perfect views of the bellagio and caesars with 2 double beds per room. Fuck knows what i needed 2 double beds for but at least i could cater for more women!

Went into the room and if i could premature ejaculate twice in the space of 2 hours i probably would have done right there!! I was buzzing, as was my other friend Tito, but when we checked out Alecs view of the ventilation units haha it cracked us up.

Never mind it was half 8 and we had a table booked at XS so some pre drinking was required. Quick bottle of Vodka and a quick bottle of Jagermiester and it was time to hit the club. Got outside to the taxi rank and saw a bit of a line, looked across and saw a limo and thought...........fuck it, when in Rome........ limo it is. $60 for the $10 dollar taxi fare but who gives a shit it was worth it.

Saw the lines for XS and thought the place looks the business, went straight up to the doormen and gave them my details and bang - straight in - thanks to Ryan Perrings, the process couldnt have been any smoother!

From the moment I walked in I thought this has been well worth the year wait. Table right at the dance floor and the grey goose was on its way - happy days!

This is where my memory doesnt serve me as well. Girls would be coming up and try to get a drink but they were soon told otherwise unless they fitted the bill that was. A group of girls in partiuclar from Canada, thought they'd play it smooth and steal some goose but they were ushered away scot free by the watching security. I was starting to feel wasted by this point and girls could have come and gone and I wouldnt have known any better. What I do remember is Pink was partying with her friends 3 tables up from us but we could barely put 3 words together farless 3 steps!!

I remember losing my friends and decided to gamble very unsucccessfully at the Wynn and walking back to PH about 5am- that was the last time the debit card came out with me- idiot! I didnt realise how far that walk was until trying it sober - fuck that! My friends had met a couple of Hungarian girls at the Mirage, god knows how they got there, tried their luck and were told at the last minute that a random car was picking them up - and off they went. Maybe for the better. Off to bed and eagerly anticipating day 2.

Pic 1: Me and Alec in our limo.
Pic 2: Tito, Alec and Me with 2 girls whom I have no idea.
Pic 3: My view from the room.

[dnix]

Nice. Let see the rest

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

Day 2

Woke up at a reasonable time on Tuesday morning feeling like absolute death. Right I dont usually get killer hangovers but something was trying to eat my insides - I blame British Airways for the shite food on the flight.

Nonetheless I rally the troops and we head down to the pool at PH - we knew it wasnt regarded as one of the top pools but we were going to be hitting some proper pool parties later on in the week, so a bit of preservation was required.

Forced down a couple of Bud lights, while Alec became fascinated with ''Mike's Hard Lemonade'' - what a name for a drink that is! I was starting to feel a whole lot better and the beers were getting thrown down the hatchet like they were going out of fashion. Hours came and went as did the people (in all shapes and sizes) but we enjoyed just chilling at the pool in temperatures that our country has never and will never see in its history - man it was hot.

So we decided to jump ship at about half 5 and somehow I started to feel terrible again. I was heading for a nap for sure while the other 2 decided to try out the buffet at PH. We knew we were going to be taking it easy to tonight, a bit of bar hopping but nothing too serious, right.

Woke up at 10ish still feeling like a bag of shit. I couldnt believe it. I would have to force drink down and take it from there. So we thought we'd check out a few bars in NYNY. Well that was a bad idea because Coyote Ugly was pretty lame so we decided to ditch that idea and had been recommended to go to the Voodoo lounge at Rio. SO we went up there and got some of the best views ive seen of Vegas- pretty spectacular.

Taking that view into account seemed to kick me back into action and the vodkas were flowing again pretty well. We started hitting up the dance floor and the hours flew in. A group of Canadian girls accommpanied by 2 Indians asked us to hit this after party as 1 of the Canadias had hit it off with one of the bar men.

So we waited around down at the Shutters Bar in Rio awaiting further instruction getting increasingly wasted.

Then it was off to Artisan - trying to explain to a Taxi driver where that was wasnt easy - it was just a case of follow the cab in front. Eventually turned up to this place and initally thought it was some creepy museum - man it was weird but it still served alcohol.

I suddenly started to randomly recognise people in this place, no idea why because I was 6000miles from home. It turned out all the staff from Voodoo lounge were back there. We started hitting it off with some female staff memebers there

We started mingling and drinking more and ordering the worst pizza I have ever had but I was starving so I ate it. Before I knew it, it was 7am and the party was slowly grounding to a half.

Alec and Tito were doing their best with those Canadian girls but they refused the offer of a night at PH.

A lonely taxi ride back to the hotel again. Must try harder on day 3.

[tito87]

haha at least I pulled the Mona Lisa!!

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

Day 3

Right, I suppose this TR needs to be updated and completed.

Wednesday during the day, 2 of us decided to hit the PH pool again and get straight back on the sauce and try to admire the talent or lack of at the sparsely populated pool while the other member decided a bit of retail therapy was in order.

A bit of blackjack in betweeen and up to get ourselves sorted out for a bit of Surrender. Pre drinking until about 11 and off we went. No BS here just decided on GA but what a club that is. Puts any of the shit we have to shame.
The place doesnt have the buzz of a nightclub unless you are in the roofed section where the DJ booth is but by god there was talent. The only thing was, the only girls we seemed to attract were fellow Brits.
Tito - ended up going all the way to Vegas to hook up with a fellow Scot, but all the same he worked his magic! I was trying to sleaze my way into some London bird while Alec was hitting it off with a couple of Germans - haha!!
We all went our seperate ways thinking it was all going to take off, only for this London bit of stuff to fuck off in a taxi before I could even ask her if it was mine or hers!! Alec was politely informed only after about 4 hours with these Germans that they had boyfriends, while Tito was already off to the hotel with a fellow countrywomen!
I headed back into the Wynn for a bit of gaming to find the Scottish girls friend playing Roulette alone- bingo - or so I thought!
I told her her friend was off playing happy familys with my mate but she wasnt having it. I told her she should come back to my room to find out exactly what was happening.
So back she came, into the room, loved the view and then as I lay on the bed patiently, she asks for my room key and tells me she was away to check up on her friend, ''feel free ill be waiting''. Well wait was exactly what I did, wait, wait, and fucking wait until I decided id have a quick Jaegerbomb and hit the pit. Good fucking night!

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

Day 4

So as we sobered up on the Thursday morning and after a few hours sleep, we summoned in one of the rooms and knew that we were now at the business end of the week.

After a bit of humming and haying, we agreed we'd try LIQUID pool for a change. Off we went and arrived after walking through the maze of a hotel that is Aria and arrived at LIQUID. We payed cover to get in $30 if i remember right - mugs. We were informed that we'd pretty much have no where to sit.
After a bit of deliberation, we went striaght back up to the door man and demanded a day bed. Perfect. The drinks were flowing, the women were getting hotter as the drinks were getting stronger.
A bit of mingling with some hotties from South Carolina and a bit of number exchanging however they were headed to HAZE at night and we had already decided on TAO that evening. So we perved for a bit longer at LIQUID ran up the minimum on the day bed and off we went back to the hotel feeling pretty good.
A bit of Blackjack again and preparation for Tao was now on, a bit of pregaming in the room and a quick walk via O'Shea's for some cheap beers prior to TAO. Not getting bottle service here was probably the 2nd biggest mistake of the week.
We queued in the GA line only to be told our footwear was inappropriate, we tried to grease the doormen but he was having none of it and then joined the BS line to try and get a table- only to be told that it was fully booked.
We were reluctant to go back and change only for the doorman to be a wise prick again but we'd heard good things about TAO on a Thursday so back to PH we went, told the taxi driver to wait and straight back to TAO we went.
I hate waiting in lines as much as the next guy so we tried to grease various hosts and doormen but to no avail. A further 20mins wait and we were in.
Through the hallway to see to scantly dressed women rubbing each other up and down - i was in love already, but this was short lived. Man they dont half pack you in like sardines in that place, it was pretty bad.
Should have definitely got bottles service here but we wernt gonna let that spoil the night. Bumped into a few asian girls - man i love them - and thought we were hitting it off with them ;-) Swapped numbers and went our seperate ways.
The 3 of us ended up losing each other for about an hour in TAO. I decided to go on a mission. I only ended up bumping into the London bird from the night before - winner!! She greeted me as if I actually meant something and a couple of lines from me and I thought I was in. Until she asked the dreaded question - 'Whats my name again?' - Me ''erm, hmm yeh im sure you didnt tell me that'', i didnt even finish that line and she was nowhere to be seen!
Back to the bar to drown my sorrows and get drunk and move on to the next one. Ended up getting so drunk, getting a taxi with Alex to MGM where this London chick was residing - thinking on the off chance id find her in this gigantic hotel - what a fucking idiot.
A couple more drinks and some lion impressions in front of the lion habitat with no lions in it - and back to the hotel with no company again.