This report is a bit dated... October of '08 to be relatively exact. One of my buddy's birthday and there was a party of 5 headed out together. This is my first TR so hopefully I'm doing it right. I just wanted to do one as "practice" for my next trip coming up.
We had planned this about 6 weeks before and had a solid group of 4 guys going including me (Tom), Rog(birthday boy), Jake & Terry. Jake, though, had a wierd, not too serious relationship with Jane. Jane, then decided to come along. Can't recall if she was in the original plans, but they hadn't been going out long, and to be honest when I met her the few times I did, she was with Rog more than with Jake. Anyhow, since we were scrubbing it up we found cheap flights with united from up here in edmonton that had 2 stopovers before we got to vegas. (Never again) Also we had booked 2 rooms at MGM, in one room it would be Terry, Rog & myself. The other room was booked by Jake & Jane. Both had 2 beds, so in our room we rotated spooning partners and intiially setup a "border" between us using pillows incase anyone got feisty, but honestly it lasted one night since we were too obliterated every other night to co-ordinate any sort of construction. Now you wonder why Jake & Jane's room had 2 beds? I think they switched it when we checked in since by the time we got there, the relationship had gotten a little rocky already & they just didn't want to make things wierd for everyone else... (yeah...)
Now that, that is setup. The actual story starts the week before we were flying out. I wasn't out this night for some reason, so it is all coming second hand, but the rest of the group were having a "pre-vegas" party at a local club in edmonton. During this evening some friends from calgary had come up. The girls are cute, but have a little extra cushion for the pushin'. Nothing wrong with that, but Terry looks like vin diesel. Short, bald, and works out. After a few brews he decides to bring up their weight issues. Total dick move. Not sure if it was said to their faces, but they were friends of Rog & Jake, so they heard it somehow and were a little ticked at Terry since he was being a jackass the whole night. Anyhow the evening ends, Rog & Jake take off early with the girls and head home. What they forgot was that Terry's keys were in one of their jackets & their house was a 30+ minute drive from the club. At 3am they get a text from Terry asking where the hell they went. He's a little pissed since they ditched him there, but really he didn't notice for nearly an hour. Anyhow Terry says "fine, see you tomorrow." Rog txts back and goes, "hey dick your keys are here also, i'll put them outside for you to pickup." Well, Rog picks his ass up outta bed since he almost fell asleep, opens the door and flings the keys into the driveway. Goes back inside and passes the fuck out... Sure enough Terry comes to find his keys glowing in the evening night in the middle of the drveway, car starter battery door busted and all. This transaction was never resolved before the trip ...
Now flying in sucked because of the two stops. Had to leave early and got in around 4 or so. Not much to expand on there aside from the weird tension between Terry, Rog & Jake along with the tension between Jake & Jenn. Honestly I'm a super easy going guy and my only good friend before the trip was Rog so I decide to ignore it and passed the fuck out for as long as I could. Luckily for me I can honestly sleep anywhere. We get in, hop in our cab and head straight to the hotel. It was my 2nd time in vegas, the first time we drove down from edmonton (lol another less amusing story), but truthfully the 1st time I went, we didn't party at all. It was more of a foodie & show filled trip with another buddy of mine & a couple that didn't party.
So we check in, throw our crap in the room and go straight for the frozen drinks with added shots into them. I'm sure I get a stupidly painful brainfreeze since I can never control myself and sight see for a bit. We go for some uneventful food at the harley davidson place, and personally I didn't enjoy it at all. The first night we decide to gamble first, get some pre-gaming in with the casino booze & head out onto the strip and see where the night takes us. Well, I end up making a little bit of money at blackjack and get a good 5-6 beers in me when we decide to check out the strip at night. It's about 8-9ish PM so we stop by an open pub, order up jager bombs & a beer for the road. Polish that off by the time we get to NYNY & each grab a couple more beers for the "trek". Soon after we are bugged by some mexican kid telling us to go into this club. I can't for the life of me remember what it's called since I had a solid drunk going on by that time. It sounds like a great idea at the time since how can you turn down free cover and a drink. We all roll in there and it's kinda dead, but it was early so we just hung out by the bar and chatted with the hottie bartenders. I'm hammered and I'm walking around as it starts to fill a bit, but holy shit there is literally a group of grandmothers in there (I will attach a pic) I was ready to bounce after I got my sweet pic, but the guys had found girls they were talking to, the music was good, and it was starting to fill. Fuck it I thought, I'm drunk, the girls that work there are cute and pouring alchy down my throat & randoms were giving me drinks lol. Probably shouldn't have taken them from the randoms now that I think about it, but I didn't pay for a drink the whole time I was there. So the night moves on, and I'm having a great time just chatting with any girls that I could find that had an accent. Thats kind of my go-to ice breaker if I overhear them speaking hahah. Rog & Terry find me and they seem to be sobering up, so I'm like WTF?! Being the thrifty asian that I was, I wasn't going to buy them a drink, instead I find a table of a couple girls and guy. They seem to be having a crappy time since I'm sure they were sold a bill of goods thinking the club was nicer than it was and blew money on bottle service at this place. I go over and start conversation, get them to all start dancing and they invite me and my friends to hang out with them at the table. What I'm not telling you is that... they were well, umm, how do you say this politely... heavy set. Ok that is a complete and utter lie. They were obese as shit. My friends were just howling as they drank their drinks I hooked them up with and I'm there suffocating between these two monstrocities of women. I don't know where I went wrong, but I guess when I'm drunk I'm just extremely sympathetic towards people who don't seem like they are having a good time. I just wanted everyone to party, even if I didn't know them. Well in my finest hour, I just remember concieving a stupid plan by concocting a murderous drink of 60:40 vodka:juice drink and trying to feed it to one of the "girls" as an attempt to get her more drunk than me hoping that she would pass out and I could leave without her knowing. Why I didn't just get up and leave? I'm a polite canadian! Needless to say I didn't take into account body weight & alcohol tolerance and instead it was myself who ended up getting obliterated and having my ass dragged outta the club by my crew. Luckily no contact info was exchanged.
We had planned this about 6 weeks before and had a solid group of 4 guys going including me (Tom), Rog(birthday boy), Jake & Terry. Jake, though, had a wierd, not too serious relationship with Jane. Jane, then decided to come along. Can't recall if she was in the original plans, but they hadn't been going out long, and to be honest when I met her the few times I did, she was with Rog more than with Jake. Anyhow, since we were scrubbing it up we found cheap flights with united from up here in edmonton that had 2 stopovers before we got to vegas. (Never again) Also we had booked 2 rooms at MGM, in one room it would be Terry, Rog & myself. The other room was booked by Jake & Jane. Both had 2 beds, so in our room we rotated spooning partners and intiially setup a "border" between us using pillows incase anyone got feisty, but honestly it lasted one night since we were too obliterated every other night to co-ordinate any sort of construction. Now you wonder why Jake & Jane's room had 2 beds? I think they switched it when we checked in since by the time we got there, the relationship had gotten a little rocky already & they just didn't want to make things wierd for everyone else... (yeah...)
Now that, that is setup. The actual story starts the week before we were flying out. I wasn't out this night for some reason, so it is all coming second hand, but the rest of the group were having a "pre-vegas" party at a local club in edmonton. During this evening some friends from calgary had come up. The girls are cute, but have a little extra cushion for the pushin'. Nothing wrong with that, but Terry looks like vin diesel. Short, bald, and works out. After a few brews he decides to bring up their weight issues. Total dick move. Not sure if it was said to their faces, but they were friends of Rog & Jake, so they heard it somehow and were a little ticked at Terry since he was being a jackass the whole night. Anyhow the evening ends, Rog & Jake take off early with the girls and head home. What they forgot was that Terry's keys were in one of their jackets & their house was a 30+ minute drive from the club. At 3am they get a text from Terry asking where the hell they went. He's a little pissed since they ditched him there, but really he didn't notice for nearly an hour. Anyhow Terry says "fine, see you tomorrow." Rog txts back and goes, "hey dick your keys are here also, i'll put them outside for you to pickup." Well, Rog picks his ass up outta bed since he almost fell asleep, opens the door and flings the keys into the driveway. Goes back inside and passes the fuck out... Sure enough Terry comes to find his keys glowing in the evening night in the middle of the drveway, car starter battery door busted and all. This transaction was never resolved before the trip ...
Now flying in sucked because of the two stops. Had to leave early and got in around 4 or so. Not much to expand on there aside from the weird tension between Terry, Rog & Jake along with the tension between Jake & Jenn. Honestly I'm a super easy going guy and my only good friend before the trip was Rog so I decide to ignore it and passed the fuck out for as long as I could. Luckily for me I can honestly sleep anywhere. We get in, hop in our cab and head straight to the hotel. It was my 2nd time in vegas, the first time we drove down from edmonton (lol another less amusing story), but truthfully the 1st time I went, we didn't party at all. It was more of a foodie & show filled trip with another buddy of mine & a couple that didn't party.
So we check in, throw our crap in the room and go straight for the frozen drinks with added shots into them. I'm sure I get a stupidly painful brainfreeze since I can never control myself and sight see for a bit. We go for some uneventful food at the harley davidson place, and personally I didn't enjoy it at all. The first night we decide to gamble first, get some pre-gaming in with the casino booze & head out onto the strip and see where the night takes us. Well, I end up making a little bit of money at blackjack and get a good 5-6 beers in me when we decide to check out the strip at night. It's about 8-9ish PM so we stop by an open pub, order up jager bombs & a beer for the road. Polish that off by the time we get to NYNY & each grab a couple more beers for the "trek". Soon after we are bugged by some mexican kid telling us to go into this club. I can't for the life of me remember what it's called since I had a solid drunk going on by that time. It sounds like a great idea at the time since how can you turn down free cover and a drink. We all roll in there and it's kinda dead, but it was early so we just hung out by the bar and chatted with the hottie bartenders. I'm hammered and I'm walking around as it starts to fill a bit, but holy shit there is literally a group of grandmothers in there (I will attach a pic) I was ready to bounce after I got my sweet pic, but the guys had found girls they were talking to, the music was good, and it was starting to fill. Fuck it I thought, I'm drunk, the girls that work there are cute and pouring alchy down my throat & randoms were giving me drinks lol. Probably shouldn't have taken them from the randoms now that I think about it, but I didn't pay for a drink the whole time I was there. So the night moves on, and I'm having a great time just chatting with any girls that I could find that had an accent. Thats kind of my go-to ice breaker if I overhear them speaking hahah. Rog & Terry find me and they seem to be sobering up, so I'm like WTF?! Being the thrifty asian that I was, I wasn't going to buy them a drink, instead I find a table of a couple girls and guy. They seem to be having a crappy time since I'm sure they were sold a bill of goods thinking the club was nicer than it was and blew money on bottle service at this place. I go over and start conversation, get them to all start dancing and they invite me and my friends to hang out with them at the table. What I'm not telling you is that... they were well, umm, how do you say this politely... heavy set. Ok that is a complete and utter lie. They were obese as shit. My friends were just howling as they drank their drinks I hooked them up with and I'm there suffocating between these two monstrocities of women. I don't know where I went wrong, but I guess when I'm drunk I'm just extremely sympathetic towards people who don't seem like they are having a good time. I just wanted everyone to party, even if I didn't know them. Well in my finest hour, I just remember concieving a stupid plan by concocting a murderous drink of 60:40 vodka:juice drink and trying to feed it to one of the "girls" as an attempt to get her more drunk than me hoping that she would pass out and I could leave without her knowing. Why I didn't just get up and leave? I'm a polite canadian! Needless to say I didn't take into account body weight & alcohol tolerance and instead it was myself who ended up getting obliterated and having my ass dragged outta the club by my crew. Luckily no contact info was exchanged.
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