MayOD 2011

[tombrokaw]

benny were you supposed to make it only through LAX?

[Benny_Lava]

Flight back on Sunday afternoon so it was my final event yeah.... looked like u guys had a bomb ass time afterwards though!!

[gubuju]

holy shit its benny lava!

[Sweat_shop]

holy shit its benny lava!

+1

[Guest]

Damn Benny! Talk about posting with some authority on here. Loved the TR! Props on getting some play. Also sorry to hear about your causality with Aaron. Can't wait to do another summer trip again

[ChiTownChik]

And on that note...adding super-glue to the packing checklist!

[ChappStick]

awesome weekend, pics some it up.

one of my favorites!!!!! Popping bottles!!!!

champagne fire drill!!!!!!

[ChappStick]

http://forums.jackcolton.com/member.php?u=4397

[YellowandNavy]

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.

Ahahaha awesome TR man. It was nice to meeting you, looking forward to next event.

[AK2Vegas]

So that's why Warren wasn't at XS...great TR!

[WarreN]

So that's why Warren wasn't at XS...great TR!

Thats why WarreN was LATE to XS Thanks again for stepping up and handling the business

[AK2Vegas]

So that's why Warren wasn't at XS...great TR!

Thats why WarreN was LATE to XS Thanks again for stepping up and handling the business

Shit, I mistyped that. You did get me back at XS I remember that clearly. AOD handled it! SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!

[jilla]

awesome TR!

[mysticsavage]

awesome TR!

You were conspicuous by your absence, pumpkin.

[UM Grad Moving to Vegas]

looks like fun