NOTE: TR is actually complete now!
So three weeks ago, around this time, I was sitting exactly where I am now, looking forward to my upcoming Vegas trip. Yes, that's how long it's taken me to fully recover, piece together everything via photos and stories, and get enough free time to start writing my TR!
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1mU6h4Xdxc"]Music: Disturbia - Rihanna[/ame]
A little backstory behind the title "Las Vegas Redux". Two years ago, on almost the same weekend, we went with a group of, no joke, 40 desis to Vegas to celebrate a couple birthdays. We all stayed in the Venetian suites, on the same floor, in the same tower, and caused general pandemonium everywhere we went. Back then, some were still in college, some had just graduated, and the oldest were only a couple years out and still felt young. We got most of that same group back for this LDW trip to celebrate the same birthdays, so there was the feel that this was just a continuation of that trip.
Now, things have changed a lot in the past two years all around. Some of us hold jobs with actual responsibilities, no one is in college anymore, we've seen the economy go through a nosedive, and, most depressingly, many are in serious relationships or looking to settle down. It was a little bizarre to see the same people, only with their boyfriends or girlfriends around, in the same setting.
And that's the end of my background!
So I leave work and head to SFO and join a couple friends who are on the same flight. Prior to leaving, my boss had challenged me that I wouldn't buy four drinks prior to hitting Vegas, so naturally, I started off with a double shot of vodka and went and bought two more on the flight.
As soon as we hit Vegas, we jump into cabs and get to our hotels. Now, somehow, this trip ended up with the oddest planning I've ever seen. The first rooms booked were booked way back in May, and people slowly started trickling in. At the end of the day, we had people staying at the Vdara, Venetian, Paris, Hilton, and Luxor. Planning how to get everyone to the same place was, naturally, a huge mess, but whatever.
I check into the Vdara and step into the room and damn, it's nice. Even though the $20 trick didn't work (LDW, checking in around 8 PM), the room was still great and the view of the strip was gorgeous. Totally worth it. I was worried the place was going to be quiet and dead due to the lack of a casino, but it didn't matter at all.
Our plan for the night is to head to Tao, so I start texting everyone to meet at the Venetian to pre-game in our friend's room there.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvgJEznqtms"]Music: Like a G6 - Far East Movement[/ame]
It's already 10 PM at this point. My friend has a contact at Tao that she goes to talk to. I direct the rest of the group up to the rooms to start drinking. I'm really hungry at this point, so I run to the Venetian food court to grab a slice of pizza. On the way, I drop some cash down on red on roulette, win, and head to the room. Blast some music, exchange lots of hugs, and start pounding drinks as quickly as possible -- except we didn't have nearly enough cups. People were so desperate that they were seriously pouring drinks into empty beer bottles (I wish I were making this up). We only have twenty minutes to drink before we want to head downstairs, so there's no time to grab glasses. Instead, I go knocking on random doors in the hotel, trying to see if I could borrow glasses. I stumble across a bachelorette party and get plastic cups from them. There were some cute ones headed to Tao, so I promised to buy them drinks later (yeah right) and head back and finish up the drinking.
Head into Tao and head up. We decided to stop at Tao Beach for a minute and chill before heading into the club; of course, that minute turned into a big portion of the night, as we chilled up there, enjoyed the view, and spent time hanging out, catching up, talking, etc. Met a couple new people in my group and determined to make an impression, good or bad, decide to screw with them. Bear in mind it's Ramadan at this point in time, so when I meet a Muslim chick, I tell her my name is Aamir and that I'm not drinking because it's Ramadan. Naturally, she feels bad because she's drinking; then five minutes later, I order and down a jager bomb in front of her. I hope there's still room left in hell for people like me.
Finally, I try to gather the group to head downstairs to the main club portion and enjoy the place, but the group ends up getting scattered. No worries, I find a couple buddies downstairs and we all dance for a bit. I'm so drunk at this point that it felt like I was downstairs for five minutes, but it was apparently a lot longer than that. Meet some white chick on the dancefloor, try talking to her, she grabs my hand and drags me elsewhere on the dancefloor. I'm too drunk to say no to anything. Oh well. After a while with her, decide I miss my friends (bros before hos) and leave her to go find them.
I check my phone and see a text from my boy that says "I'm all wet", followed by "I'm really cold. Can you meet me in the lobby?" So head down to the lobby and he's dripping wet! Turns out that at Tao Beach upstairs, he had decided to just straight up jump in the water and naturally got kicked out. Security is yelling at him because he's dripping water all over the floor. So I hustle him to get to the Venetian room and change into some dry clothes. He then shows me his phone and brags about how some French girl and her hot friends are in the Venetian food court getting pizza and how we should meet them. Never one to turn down the prospect of meeting attractive girls, I go along with the plan. Of course, turns out he's an idiot, because the food court is actually closed and he's just drunk.
So instead, we go head to O'Shea's, one of my favourite casinos on the strip (college atmosphere, $5 blackjack, perfect for drunk gambling), play some games, lose some money, and call it a night, since we have to head to Tao Beach in the morning. In our room for five, the two of us pass out.
And this was the chill night of the trip. It's about to get a whole lot crazier.
So three weeks ago, around this time, I was sitting exactly where I am now, looking forward to my upcoming Vegas trip. Yes, that's how long it's taken me to fully recover, piece together everything via photos and stories, and get enough free time to start writing my TR!
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1mU6h4Xdxc"]Music: Disturbia - Rihanna[/ame]
A little backstory behind the title "Las Vegas Redux". Two years ago, on almost the same weekend, we went with a group of, no joke, 40 desis to Vegas to celebrate a couple birthdays. We all stayed in the Venetian suites, on the same floor, in the same tower, and caused general pandemonium everywhere we went. Back then, some were still in college, some had just graduated, and the oldest were only a couple years out and still felt young. We got most of that same group back for this LDW trip to celebrate the same birthdays, so there was the feel that this was just a continuation of that trip.
Now, things have changed a lot in the past two years all around. Some of us hold jobs with actual responsibilities, no one is in college anymore, we've seen the economy go through a nosedive, and, most depressingly, many are in serious relationships or looking to settle down. It was a little bizarre to see the same people, only with their boyfriends or girlfriends around, in the same setting.
And that's the end of my background!
So I leave work and head to SFO and join a couple friends who are on the same flight. Prior to leaving, my boss had challenged me that I wouldn't buy four drinks prior to hitting Vegas, so naturally, I started off with a double shot of vodka and went and bought two more on the flight.
As soon as we hit Vegas, we jump into cabs and get to our hotels. Now, somehow, this trip ended up with the oddest planning I've ever seen. The first rooms booked were booked way back in May, and people slowly started trickling in. At the end of the day, we had people staying at the Vdara, Venetian, Paris, Hilton, and Luxor. Planning how to get everyone to the same place was, naturally, a huge mess, but whatever.
I check into the Vdara and step into the room and damn, it's nice. Even though the $20 trick didn't work (LDW, checking in around 8 PM), the room was still great and the view of the strip was gorgeous. Totally worth it. I was worried the place was going to be quiet and dead due to the lack of a casino, but it didn't matter at all.
Our plan for the night is to head to Tao, so I start texting everyone to meet at the Venetian to pre-game in our friend's room there.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvgJEznqtms"]Music: Like a G6 - Far East Movement[/ame]
It's already 10 PM at this point. My friend has a contact at Tao that she goes to talk to. I direct the rest of the group up to the rooms to start drinking. I'm really hungry at this point, so I run to the Venetian food court to grab a slice of pizza. On the way, I drop some cash down on red on roulette, win, and head to the room. Blast some music, exchange lots of hugs, and start pounding drinks as quickly as possible -- except we didn't have nearly enough cups. People were so desperate that they were seriously pouring drinks into empty beer bottles (I wish I were making this up). We only have twenty minutes to drink before we want to head downstairs, so there's no time to grab glasses. Instead, I go knocking on random doors in the hotel, trying to see if I could borrow glasses. I stumble across a bachelorette party and get plastic cups from them. There were some cute ones headed to Tao, so I promised to buy them drinks later (yeah right) and head back and finish up the drinking.
Head into Tao and head up. We decided to stop at Tao Beach for a minute and chill before heading into the club; of course, that minute turned into a big portion of the night, as we chilled up there, enjoyed the view, and spent time hanging out, catching up, talking, etc. Met a couple new people in my group and determined to make an impression, good or bad, decide to screw with them. Bear in mind it's Ramadan at this point in time, so when I meet a Muslim chick, I tell her my name is Aamir and that I'm not drinking because it's Ramadan. Naturally, she feels bad because she's drinking; then five minutes later, I order and down a jager bomb in front of her. I hope there's still room left in hell for people like me.
Finally, I try to gather the group to head downstairs to the main club portion and enjoy the place, but the group ends up getting scattered. No worries, I find a couple buddies downstairs and we all dance for a bit. I'm so drunk at this point that it felt like I was downstairs for five minutes, but it was apparently a lot longer than that. Meet some white chick on the dancefloor, try talking to her, she grabs my hand and drags me elsewhere on the dancefloor. I'm too drunk to say no to anything. Oh well. After a while with her, decide I miss my friends (bros before hos) and leave her to go find them.
I check my phone and see a text from my boy that says "I'm all wet", followed by "I'm really cold. Can you meet me in the lobby?" So head down to the lobby and he's dripping wet! Turns out that at Tao Beach upstairs, he had decided to just straight up jump in the water and naturally got kicked out. Security is yelling at him because he's dripping water all over the floor. So I hustle him to get to the Venetian room and change into some dry clothes. He then shows me his phone and brags about how some French girl and her hot friends are in the Venetian food court getting pizza and how we should meet them. Never one to turn down the prospect of meeting attractive girls, I go along with the plan. Of course, turns out he's an idiot, because the food court is actually closed and he's just drunk.
So instead, we go head to O'Shea's, one of my favourite casinos on the strip (college atmosphere, $5 blackjack, perfect for drunk gambling), play some games, lose some money, and call it a night, since we have to head to Tao Beach in the morning. In our room for five, the two of us pass out.
And this was the chill night of the trip. It's about to get a whole lot crazier.
.. just saying lol give it a try... sorry was a bit mean earlier didnt want to call you a liar just too blunt some times.
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