MayOD 2011

[AK2Vegas]

This trip was so mythic...words cannot describe it. When people ask me how it was, I can't find the words.

-I didn't know I could blackout that fast.
-I didn't know I could drink that much without blacking out.
-I didn't know that I could function that long while being blacked out.
-I didn't know that it could be done that way.
-I didn't know what a few hundred people being walked in looked like.
-I didn't know that we could scrape together tables/cabanas on the fly like that.
-I do know that the AOD crew is the best to party with in the world and that this trip changed my life. I just wish I could have stayed longer.

If you weren't there, you really really missed out. I hope next year is as epic so you can relish in the festivities with us.

[AK2Vegas]

You fucking bled on my shirt at Tao Beach, you remember that? lol

Just be happy a fake tan didn't ruin your swim trunks.

Sounds like the voice of experience hmmm?

I had bruises and cuts everywhere, but most were from shoes and luggage Epic, yet unspeakable.

The others were from other things hmmm...?

[SexCbiaach]

I have a surprising number of bruises and I don't remember how I got any of them.

Too funny! My legs still have bruises on them from the invasion. I'm clueless how they came about. I didn't have any big falls I can recall.

[AK2Vegas]

If you weren't there, you really really missed out. I hope next year is as epic so you can relish in the festivities with us.

Don't even sugarcoat it, lol.
As it's been said, "If you're not here, you're fucking up."
I fully understand this quote now.

I just missed out on Thursday and Friday day and I consider that a fuck-up.

Liquid almost killed me. At both Tao Beach and Liquid I could not hang all day. Both days ended up ___________________.

[Guest]

I ate some serious shit at Wet Sunday... and stayed partying at Drai's til it closed when I had to be at work at 7am... This trip was unspeakable!

I was like why are you bleeding from the mouth Ricky? hahah

[Guest]

this trip was so mythic...words cannot describe it. When people ask me how it was, i can't find the words.

-i didn't know i could blackout that fast.
-i didn't know i could drink that much without blacking out.
-i didn't know that i could function that long while being blacked out.
-i didn't know that it could be done that way.
-i didn't know what a few hundred people being walked in looked like.
-i didn't know that we could scrape together tables/cabanas on the fly like that.
-i do know that the aod crew is the best to party with in the world and that this trip changed my life. I just wish i could have stayed longer.

If you weren't there, you really really missed out. I hope next year is as epic so you can relish in the festivities with us.

+1111111

[hug it out]

Awesome weekend, pics some it up.

[Matt]

That photo is amazing.

[2MSR]

Awesome weekend, pics some it up.

One of my favorites!!!!! Popping bottles!!!!

[SexCbiaach]

Awesome weekend, pics some it up.

One of my favorites!!!!! Popping bottles!!!!

Love it! WTF why is Cisco hiding?!

[Benny_Lava]

Not exactly living in Gandhi's footsteps

Last week, Petey Pablo aka gubuju posted on my facebook wall asking where the hell I’d been half the time during the Mayvasion... oh but let me tell you:

PART 1 - WED & THURS

Wednesday day – trips in:
Of the 4 people in my group (Warren, Aaron, Nikki, and me), I was the only person who had a normal trip. Nikki flew in from South Carolina and connected in Atlanta, where she met Flavor Flave in person (donned in full attire) and shared an inbound flight with him to McCarran. Warren & Aaron woke up at the ass crack of dawn to drive to Vegas from the bay area. Of course right as Warren crosses the CA/NV border, he gets pulled over for going 101 in a 65… thanks to the forgiving NV officer, he only gets ticketed for going 74, but this is not our weekend’s final run in with the cops.


Wednesday night – Gallery Nightclub (Planet Hollywood) and Crazy Horse III:
We all get to our suite at Rumor, meet up with Darryl and start pregaming on $200 worth of store-bought booze, including a handle of cotton candy flavored vodka (which I’ve now sworn off - that shit gives you the WORST hangovers). Aaron entertains us with a story about how he went for another Thai massage (his Vegas tradition), and in the middle of his happy ending, decides he is not getting aroused and demands another masseuse - and his request is actually granted! We lock down a table at Gallery and start partying away… so much for Tao Beach being our opening event. As it gets close to 2am, the others decide to hit up Crazy Horse III and I stay behind with a group of folks I had just met. After about an hour I decide they are starting to get boring and take a cab to Crazy Horse III after making sure everyone’s still there. Get in, pay the $30 entrance fee, and head to their table, only to see everyone wrapping up their tab and getting ready to head out!! Bummer… at least I got to see some of the hottest strippers I’ve seen in my life, although fleetingly.


Thursday day – Tao Beach (Venetian):
Tao Beach is now official as my favorite pool party in Vegas. Their mojito/marg pitchers, unbelievable quesadillas, and 1 hour open bar (many thanks to Jack) all helped. Nikki displayed her exceptional blowing skills by grabbing 3 deflated beach balls from the staff and getting astonished looks by blowing them all up in two minutes flat. No need for an air compressor when you’ve got a Nikki!


Thursday night – Tao Nightclub (Venetian):
Yet another open bar hour, and I meet a chick who is celebrating her 21st bday with her buzz-kill friend (the kind that is staying sober & trying to play mom). Undeterred, I start spitting game and get into a pretty deep conversation with the birthday girl for about 45 minutes next the Tao Beach pool. We head down to get more drinks, and start making out on the stairwell… at this point I think it’s a done deal, so I get cocky and make a bet with Aaron at the urinals: “Dude, I’ll bet you 20 bucks that I sleep with the birthday girl tonight.” Aaron never hesitates at the opportunity to try proving me wrong, so he accepts instantly. I get out of the bathroom, get drinks for me and the girl, turn around to ask if she wants to bounce, and… she isn’t there. WTF?!? I find her upstairs at Tao Beach with her friend and give her the drink… “You’re not interested, are you?” She gives me the apologetic puppy dog look and replies, “No… I’m sooo sorry!!!!” Lord only knows what tipped the scale against me after that solid 45-minute run, but needless to say, I immediately march over to Aaron, look him in the eye with a smirk, and hand him a fresh Andrew Jackson.

Jump ahead 2 hours…. as Aaron and I are leaving the club, we pass by a cabana where someone had spilled vodka & ice all over the ground. The attendant was mopping everything up, and I asked him if we could squeeze by to get to the exit… he told me to wait 5 seconds until he got all the ice out of the way. Ok dude - no problem for me. But Aaron decides that he absolutely cannot wait 5 seconds for this guy to finish mopping. So he decides to JUMP OVER the roped-off section of the cabana and go around the spill. Ten seconds later, I’m waiting by the exit wondering where the hell Aaron is – wasn’t he supposed to get here before me?? Then, out of the shadows, like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, he appears – clutching his right arm and screaming bloody murder about how he’s dislocated his elbow. Ohhhh shit!! We get down to the Venetian casino area and he goes, “Ummm, this is seriously hurting… can you pop my elbow back in?” If I had been sober, I would have realized that the elbow isn’t a ball-&-socket joint (like the shoulder), so what the hell does he mean when he says “pop it back in”…. also, I would have registered that I have absolutely no medical background and that he should get his arm looked at by the staff EMT. But was I sober? Fuck no! There we are in the middle of the Venetian lobby, me trying to shove my buddy’s elbow back into proper alignment. After two unsuccessful attempts (which I’m sure made the injury worse instead of better), I decide to turn things over to someone more qualified. We call for the staff EMT, who has a mocking grin on his face the whole time and tries to convince me that Aaron is being a pussy and has only bruised his arm. He gives Aaron an ice pack and tells him to wait until tomorrow morning… after all, a trip to the hospital for pain meds is useless if you have alcohol in your system. I don’t want to argue with the guy, but I’ve seen Aaron in pain before, and it hasn’t been anything close to this. Sure enough, the next morning Aaron wakes up and his entire right elbow has swelled up to the size of a football. Being the great supportive friends that we are, Warren Nikki and I put his ass in a cab, send him off to the nearest orthopedic center, and head straight to Aria for pool party numero dos

[Benny_Lava]

PART 2 - FRI & SAT

Friday day – Liquid Pool & Lounge (Aria):
This was purely a great time. Darryl hooked us up with a daybed and the DJ was awesome, not to mention he kept giving AOD shout-outs and free booze was pouring everywhere. We get back to the hotel room, and all the lights are off & the door to the bedroom (which is separate from the main area) is locked. We’re like, what the hell? Let me pause for a minute here to give some context – our hotel had a free 24/7 porn tube… ironically enough, channel 69. We finally bust open the bedroom door, and lo & behold, we catch Aaron in the middle of a beat session… WITH HIS LEFT HAND!!! Yes, that’s right – he had confirmed a fracture in his right arm and it was in a sling, so he was practicing the art of rubbing one out with his non-dominant hand. God bless you Aaron, but for shit’s sake, USE SOME MORE DISCRETION NEXT TIME!!!


Friday night – Hard Rock Hotel & Casino:
One of our group’s favorite phrases in our hotel room was, “what time is it?” This is because we had unplugged the alarm clock radio from the bedroom and were using its mp3 plug-in feature in the main area of our suite for pregame music. The flaw with this idea was never more apparent than on Friday night. Prior to the trip, Warren had created a facebook event for getting tables at XS that night, and had gotten over 20 AOD’ers to commit… the plan was pretty simple – meet at Encore around 9:30 and walk in together from there. After the pool party at Liquid, we all passed out like drunk zombies and woke up after dark. None of us even had the initiative to glance at our phones for a time check, until finally Warren woke up and asked the #1 most asked question of the weekend – “what time is it?” It was 10:30. Is it possible to RSVP “No” to a facebook event that you yourself have created?? After forcing themselves awake, Warren & Nikki hastily take off for Encore, while Aaron & I decide to hang back and play craps at the Hard Rock. This is where Aaron’s broken arm turns into a blessing in disguise. I’m sucking tits, rolling a 7 within minutes when I have the dice. Aaron on the other hand is UNSTOPPABLE. He’s throwing the dice in a backhand motion with his left hand, and wins everyone at the table at least $100, becoming an instant hit. Within minutes, we become “that table” and people start to congregate around us… the best was a high roller (trophy wife in hand) who sees the action and begins dropping $1,000+ bets on Aaron’s rolls, winning three times as much as he bets. We come back to Rumor totally stoked, and within 30 minutes are rejoined by Warren, Erik Felix, and Howie, who tells us there will be a limo to the Rhino coming any moment. While waiting, Erik tells us an unforgettable story about Duane Dahl making out with a chick twice his size. 5 minutes after the limo pulls up, we hear a knock at the door. I didn’t know the Rhino made house calls! We open the door and instead of seeing strippers, we see Nikki, who is in tears. On her way back to the hotel, she had been the passenger in a rear-end hit & run car accident, then been held at gunpoint by the LV police right in front of the Venetian… on a Friday night… with hundreds of people watching. Those people think they have a story to tell because of what they’ve seen, but our AOD’er actually lived it!! Luckily she isn’t hurt, and the cops let her go without any hassle. Oh Vegas, you never fail to give us insane stories. After the dust settles and we all get some sleep, we party on….


Saturday day – Marquee Dayclub (Cosmopolitan):
Here I meet two local chicks who are down to party and want to learn how to play craps… I get a really good vibe from one of them, so I take them down to the Cosmopolitan casino after the dayclub and win them about 50 bucks each. Then we all head to the center bar and they ask me if I can buy a round of shots. At this point, I become a little skeptical (after all, I’ve heard plenty of stories about locals who take advantage of tourists for free drinks)… but I give them the benefit of the doubt and order 3 shots of absinthe. Hell, if I’m gonna spend 40 bucks, better make it go a long way. I should have listened to the little voice in my head, because right after downing the shots, they decide to ditch me and go get something to eat. I mentally slap myself in the face for being so gullible, then decide to rebound and walk over to the edge of the bar, where another chick has been giving me the “fuck me” eyes for the last 15 minutes. We start chatting with our faces slowly getting closer, and then I notice her ring. I ask about it and the floodgates open up…. she begins ranting about how her husband treats her like shit, hooks up with other women, doesn’t really love her, etc etc etc. So I ask, “why the hell are you still wearing your ring?” Her EXACT WORDS: “Oh, this piece of shit? He made me buy this ring myself!!” And she throws it inside her purse like it’s a 5-cent prize from a box of Cracker Jack. That, my friends, is the tipping point for me. I temporarily wave goodbye to my sense of ethics, ask her where she’s staying (turns out it’s the Cosmopolitan), and accompany her up to her room, where we have sex while her husband is out gambling - not in the Cosmopolitan, but in another casino… I might take risks, but I’m not suicidal. Chappy, all I have to say is – thank you for those glowsticks!!


Saturday night – LAX Nightclub (Luxor):
The absinthe starts hitting me hard (that stuff is relentless). This is my final night in Vegas and Warren is refusing to come out with us, so we shake up a bottle of Korbel and pop the cork into his ass cheek while he’s sleeping… and then ask if he’d like any champagne to cheer him up. LAX goes by in the blink of an eye… I have a vague memory of being surprised by an Asian chick who came across as conservative but then let me finger her thru her dress pockets while we were dancing… the next thing I know it’s Sunday and getting close to departure time.

Over the course of the entire weekend, I think our hotel room suffered the most. It was like we had detonated blocks of C4 – a snapped bedside table, a broken living room portrait that ended up on the floor, and food, clothes & towels (containing all kinds of bodily fluids) lying everywhere. Needless to say, Sunday was arts & crafts day – went to CVS and bought two tubes of superglue to patch everything back together before we left


Thanks to all the fellow AOD’ers and especially to Jack for a weekend I’ll never forget.

[Universal]

PART 2 - FRI & SAT

Friday day – Liquid Pool & Lounge (Aria):
This was purely a great time. Darryl hooked us up with a daybed and the DJ was awesome, not to mention he kept giving AOD shout-outs and free booze was pouring everywhere. We get back to the hotel room, and all the lights are off & the door to the bedroom (which is separate from the main area) is locked. We’re like, what the hell? Let me pause for a minute here to give some context – our hotel had a free 24/7 porn tube… ironically enough, channel 69. We finally bust open the bedroom door, and lo & behold, we catch Aaron in the middle of a beat session… WITH HIS LEFT HAND!!! Yes, that’s right – he had confirmed a fracture in his right arm and it was in a sling, so he was practicing the art of rubbing one out with his non-dominant hand. God bless you Aaron, but for shit’s sake, USE SOME MORE DISCRETION NEXT TIME!!!


Friday night – Hard Rock Hotel & Casino:
One of our group’s favorite phrases in our hotel room was, “what time is it?” This is because we had unplugged the alarm clock radio from the bedroom and were using its mp3 plug-in feature in the main area of our suite for pregame music. The flaw with this idea was never more apparent than on Friday night. Prior to the trip, Warren had created a facebook event for getting tables at XS that night, and had gotten over 20 AOD’ers to commit… the plan was pretty simple – meet at Encore around 9:30 and walk in together from there. After the pool party at Liquid, we all passed out like drunk zombies and woke up after dark. None of us even had the initiative to glance at our phones for a time check, until finally Warren woke up and asked the #1 most asked question of the weekend – “what time is it?” It was 10:30. Is it possible to RSVP “No” to a facebook event that you yourself have created?? After forcing themselves awake, Warren & Nikki hastily take off for Encore, while Aaron & I decide to hang back and play craps at the Hard Rock. This is where Aaron’s broken arm turns into a blessing in disguise. I’m sucking tits, rolling a 7 within minutes when I have the dice. Aaron on the other hand is UNSTOPPABLE. He’s throwing the dice in a backhand motion with his left hand, and wins everyone at the table at least $100, becoming an instant hit. Within minutes, we become “that table” and people start to congregate around us… the best was a high roller (trophy wife in hand) who sees the action and begins dropping $1,000+ bets on Aaron’s rolls, winning three times as much as he bets. We come back to Rumor totally stoked, and within 30 minutes are rejoined by Warren, Erik Felix, and Howie, who tells us there will be a limo to the Rhino coming any moment. While waiting, Erik tells us an unforgettable story about Duane Dahl making out with a chick twice his size. 5 minutes after the limo pulls up, we hear a knock at the door. I didn’t know the Rhino made house calls! We open the door and instead of seeing strippers, we see Nikki, who is in tears. On her way back to the hotel, she had been the passenger in a rear-end hit & run car accident, then been held at gunpoint by the LV police right in front of the Venetian… on a Friday night… with hundreds of people watching. Those people think they have a story to tell because of what they’ve seen, but our AOD’er actually lived it!! Luckily she isn’t hurt, and the cops let her go without any hassle. Oh Vegas, you never fail to give us insane stories. After the dust settles and we all get some sleep, we party on….


Saturday day – Marquee Dayclub (Cosmopolitan):
Here I meet two local chicks who are down to party and want to learn how to play craps… I get a really good vibe from one of them, so I take them down to the Cosmopolitan casino after the dayclub and win them about 50 bucks each. Then we all head to the center bar and they ask me if I can buy a round of shots. At this point, I become a little skeptical (after all, I’ve heard plenty of stories about locals who take advantage of tourists for free drinks)… but I give them the benefit of the doubt and order 3 shots of absinthe. Hell, if I’m gonna spend 40 bucks, better make it go a long way. I should have listened to the little voice in my head, because right after downing the shots, they decide to ditch me and go get something to eat. I mentally slap myself in the face for being so gullible, then decide to rebound and walk over to the edge of the bar, where another chick has been giving me the “fuck me” eyes for the last 15 minutes. We start chatting with our faces slowly getting closer, and then I notice her ring. I ask about it and the floodgates open up…. she begins ranting about how her husband treats her like shit, hooks up with other women, doesn’t really love her, etc etc etc. So I ask, “why the hell are you still wearing your ring?” Her EXACT WORDS: “Oh, this piece of shit? He made me buy this ring myself!!” And she throws it inside her purse like it’s a 5-cent prize from a box of Cracker Jack. That, my friends, is the tipping point for me. I temporarily wave goodbye to my sense of ethics, ask her where she’s staying (turns out it’s the Cosmopolitan), and accompany her up to her room, where we have sex while her husband is out gambling - not in the Cosmopolitan, but in another casino… I might take risks, but I’m not suicidal. Chappy, all I have to say is – thank you for those glowsticks!!


Saturday night – LAX Nightclub (Luxor):
The absinthe starts hitting me hard (that stuff is relentless). This is my final night in Vegas and Warren is refusing to come out with us, so we shake up a bottle of Korbel and pop the cork into his ass cheek while he’s sleeping… and then ask if he’d like any champagne to cheer him up. LAX goes by in the blink of an eye… I have a vague memory of being surprised by an Asian chick who came across as conservative but then let me finger her thru her dress pockets while we were dancing… the next thing I know it’s Sunday and getting close to departure time.

Over the course of the entire weekend, I think our hotel room suffered the most. It was like we had detonated blocks of C4 – a snapped bedside table, a broken living room portrait that ended up on the floor, and food, clothes & towels (containing all kinds of bodily fluids) lying everywhere. Needless to say, Sunday was arts & crafts day – went to CVS and bought two tubes of superglue to patch everything back together before we left


Thanks to all the fellow AOD’ers and especially to Jack for a weekend I’ll never forget.

Great stuff. The left-handed jack session needs to be used in a movie. Haha.

[dnix]

Bahahahaha

[ChasKrew]

amazing time Fellas! war wounds are always awesome hahaha have a huge bruise on my hip.....Liquid nuff said haha

You fucking bled on my shirt at Tao Beach, you remember that? lol

Just be happy a fake tan didn't ruin your swim trunks.

Ya, thats what it was.