The Ante was Upped 2011

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

So I hear the demands for more trip reports, so I figured i'd try and not only remember but condense the unbelievable week that we experienced and share it with everyone else.

Who? Me, Scott , Craig, T and Mike (generated names for anonymity purposes)
When? June 3 to June 10, 2011
Where? PH Towers

Right so Scott, Craig and I leave Aberdeen, Scotland for London where we are to meet T and Mike (whom Craig and I had never met before). Arrive in London, do the meet and greet and all aboard the 10.5 hour Virgin Atlantic party flight to Vegas.
Excitement is just about contained. Criag and I had been to Vegas twice before so we had been harping on about it being the greatest place on the planet etc etc etc, but this was taken with a pinch of salt. They soon learned. The flight flew in and the bar was drunk dry. Pretty standard for a transatlantic flight. These flight operators never learn.

Anyway, arrive at Mccarran airport, get the baggage - eventually - through customs and haggle with the first Limo driver we come across to get a $60 journey to the hotel. Of course the journey was via an off licence to stock the fridge up in the hotel. Arrive at the PH Towers hotel and attempt a check in. Between the 5 of us we had a 2 bedroom suite and a 1 bedroom suite, my plan was to try a $100 sandwich for a Penthouse but despite the hotel staff saying thats what we got, I beg to differ. Why we didnt get what we wanted was probably because Craig asked to have a suite adjoining to our suite, but not to worry. We were still absolutely delighted with the 2 bedroom suite and the view it offered. Drinks were well and truly cracked open and a reservation for Tryst that night was made. The guys who hadn't been before wern't too keen on the idea of Bottle Service, whereas Craig and I were adamant that was the only way to do it.

Anyway we headed off to Tryst feeling pretty pissed already and got straight into the club with no wait. The waterfall in that place looked awesome. Get our table just off the main dancefloor and started skulling the first bottle of Grey Goose. As we started getting merry, girls were coming and going from our table and I was struggling to keep up to speed. Some hot Scottish girls ended up speaking to us, but we didn’t come to Vegas for Scottish girls. At one stage, I do remember the security asking us if we required any more girls, a small tip and a 10 minute wait and the next batch arrived. So these 3 girls from Colorado are now at our table. Scott, T and I are doing our best to charm them while Craig and Mike are pre-occupied elsewhere. Memory goes blank for a couple hours now, bottles get finished and before I know it, its T and myself with these girls from Colorado. We ask them if they fancy coming back to our hotel, and off we went. So the 5 of us arrive back at the hotel open the door and it looks like there is a party going on. ''What the fuck is going on here?'' is what I shout as I stare at what can only be described as a 3 or 4 'mature' women sitting at our bar. Mae Young springs to mind. Music is blaring and I head through to the bathroom to find the hot tub full with another couple of random girls. Mike and Scott are in there with them. The Colorado girls with us, were dumbfounded, but we soon convinced them that this was the place to be. The drinks continued and our 'older' company knew they wern't wanted and got shown the door and the hot tub was now, shall we say excessively over subscribed. So I am trying to seal the deal with 1 and T is trying with another, Scott, takes the 3rd while Mike and Craig crash out. In the end we all crash out for a couple of hours with no success stories. I wake up on the sofa alone, only finding out the girl I was with had gone into bed with Mike thinking it was me, only to wake up absolutely horrified shall we say. Haha. We tell the girls we were off to WET Republic in a couple of hours if they wanted to meet us. It was 8am now so I decided to crack open a beer.

[*ho_train*]

good stuff so far, hope there's more to come!

[Sweat_shop]

Yay trip reports..... so far so good sucks about the girl climbing into bed thinking it was you hope it gets better for you

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

Day 2

So we have a reservation at Wet Republic for a Daybed with Thomas Gorman. We arrived at about 11am, give Thomas a shout, he got us straight to the front of the huge line and after a 5 minute wait, he guided us to the Daybed. Cheers for that Thomas. The place was filling up nicely, and the Grey Goose again tasted as fresh at it did a few hours back. It wasnt long before we were all pretty drunk again and the girls, who were 6/7's only an hour or 2 ago, were now 9/10's. The beauty of alcohol. Got chatting to a coupe of English guys, who were very much on the same wavelength as us and had a good laugh with them. Started randomly talking about JackColton and found out it was a fellow forum member – Psyste. How random! But top lad. The Colorado girls then turn up and join us at our bed. Someone had been sick in the pool and everyone was asked to get out. Mike decides it would be a good idea to push me in, to which we both get a stern ticking off, then a drunken Scott, oblivious of what had been happening, decides he would run and jump into the pool despite everyone standing around it. Well not only does he get a sterner ticking off, but his iPhone 4 is in his pocket. The toys come out his pram and its not long before he heads back to the hotel. Mike meanwhile thinks it’s a great idea to take a picture with as many people as possible wearing his pathetic straw hat. Hilarious looking back at those pics!! We were all pretty drunk by now and Mike had somehow mysteriously disappered so it was T, Craig and I with the Colorado girls who had been pathetically sipping at beers all afternoon. The bottles were done, so we decide to leave and get some food. End up at the Hardrock Cafe which I dont remember much about eating a fillet steak and paying for the girls but surely this would work in our favour. Anyway, we head back to our hotel, exchange numbers head our seperate ways and inform the girls that we'd be going to Marquee later. Or so it seemed…

The biggest mistake after being at a pool party is going back to the hotel for a couple of hours kip, it always ends in disaster. Well it did again. We were due to have a 3 bottle table at Marquee later on. Craig runs into our suite where everyone is crashed out and tells us we have 15mins if we are going to make our table it was 10.15pm. I rush to get ready, as does Scott, but Mike and T are in no fit state to attend so 3 bottles between 3 at Marquee was very much out of our reach. Scratched the heads and decided to head to Marquee to see if we could get in the General Admission line. Sander Van Doorn was DJ that night and the line was ridiculous. Had a couple of drinks at the Dayclub section and got in touch with the girls from Colorado, who agreed to meet us there. We were wearing kilts tonight and to say we were getting attention would be an understatement. Apparently everyone who approached us that night had some distant Scottish relative. Ha ha even some gay guys wanted to see what was worn under there. Usually we’d say to a hot girl that we were going commando and they could have a private viewing, but these guys were told it was bullet proof underwear. Clear off. The Colorado girls turn up, we have a couple more drinks there and decide to head down to Encore for Surrender. We knew Surrender on a Saturday night wasn’t regarded as the hot spot but all we were now interested in was the girls. Anyway we are having a great time in there and suddenly one of the girls decides shes not feeling too good and wants to go back to their hotel. Hmmm. So the other two say they are off to get her a taxi and say they will be back. Scott and I, decide to go for a few drinks and decide whether to wait or pursue other targets. Craig knew his chances were done as his one was the one who felt ill, so he tried his luck elsewhere. Scott grew increasingly frustrated at the wait and gave up the ghost and went on the prowl. I hit the tables and notice Scott has worked his magic. Half an hour later or so, I see in the distance the two girls from Colorado had re-appeared. What to do now?! Grabbed them a drink and one asked me where Scott was, ‘’I’m not sure was the reply’’. Craig showed up and we danced for a bit, made out and decided it was time to head back, for the real action (or so I though). Scott had other ideas as he headed off with his new girl. This is where things go pear shaped. In the taxi line fully expecting the girls to come back the suite again, I get told ‘’we are going home tomorrow so I don’t know if we can’’. The problem was, the other girl knew Scott was away with fresh meat and threw a hissy fit, deciding her intention was now to be the biggest cock blocker on the planet. Craig decides he’ll try to be the wing man and convince the cock blocker that they should come back. The argument ensued and I now vented my anger and told them to stop being little school girls. We both failed, they got out at their hotel and our ties were severed. Failure. Too early to hit the pit, I hit the tables for an hour or so, knocking back White Russians to ease the pain of the events before. I hate Cock Blockers.

Anyway it was Encore Beach Club in a few hours……

[Psyste]

Day 2

So we have a reservation at Wet Republic for a Daybed with Thomas Gorman. We arrived at about 11am, give Thomas a shout, he got us straight to the front of the huge line and after a 5 minute wait, he guided us to the Daybed. Cheers for that Thomas. The place was filling up nicely, and the Grey Goose again tasted as fresh at it did a few hours back. It wasnt long before we were all pretty drunk again and the girls, who were 6/7's only an hour or 2 ago, were now 9/10's. The beauty of alcohol. Got chatting to a coupe of English guys, who were very much on the same wavelength as us and had a good laugh with them. Started randomly talking about JackColton and found out it was a fellow forum member – Psyste. How random! But top lad. The Colorado girls then turn up and join us at our bed. Someone had been sick in the pool and everyone was asked to get out. Mike decides it would be a good idea to push me in, to which we both get a stern ticking off, then a drunken Scott, oblivious of what had been happening, decides he would run and jump into the pool despite everyone standing around it. Well not only does he get a sterner ticking off, but his iPhone 4 is in his pocket. The toys come out his pram and its not long before he heads back to the hotel. Mike meanwhile thinks it’s a great idea to take a picture with as many people as possible wearing his pathetic straw hat. Hilarious looking back at those pics!! We were all pretty drunk by now and Mike had somehow mysteriously disappered so it was T, Craig and I with the Colorado girls who had been pathetically sipping at beers all afternoon. The bottles were done, so we decide to leave and get some food. End up at the Hardrock Cafe which I dont remember much about eating a fillet steak and paying for the girls but surely this would work in our favour. Anyway, we head back to our hotel, exchange numbers head our seperate ways and inform the girls that we'd be going to Marquee later. Or so it seemed…

The biggest mistake after being at a pool party is going back to the hotel for a couple of hours kip, it always ends in disaster. Well it did again. We were due to have a 3 bottle table at Marquee later on. Craig runs into our suite where everyone is crashed out and tells us we have 15mins if we are going to make our table it was 10.15pm. I rush to get ready, as does Scott, but Mike and T are in no fit state to attend so 3 bottles between 3 at Marquee was very much out of our reach. Scratched the heads and decided to head to Marquee to see if we could get in the General Admission line. Sander Van Doorn was DJ that night and the line was ridiculous. Had a couple of drinks at the Dayclub section and got in touch with the girls from Colorado, who agreed to meet us there. We were wearing kilts tonight and to say we were getting attention would be an understatement. Apparently everyone who approached us that night had some distant Scottish relative. Ha ha even some gay guys wanted to see what was worn under there. Usually we’d say to a hot girl that we were going commando and they could have a private viewing, but these guys were told it was bullet proof underwear. Clear off. The Colorado girls turn up, we have a couple more drinks there and decide to head down to Encore for Surrender. We knew Surrender on a Saturday night wasn’t regarded as the hot spot but all we were now interested in was the girls. Anyway we are having a great time in there and suddenly one of the girls decides shes not feeling too good and wants to go back to their hotel. Hmmm. So the other two say they are off to get her a taxi and say they will be back. Scott and I, decide to go for a few drinks and decide whether to wait or pursue other targets. Craig knew his chances were done as his one was the one who felt ill, so he tried his luck elsewhere. Scott grew increasingly frustrated at the wait and gave up the ghost and went on the prowl. I hit the tables and notice Scott has worked his magic. Half an hour later or so, I see in the distance the two girls from Colorado had re-appeared. What to do now?! Grabbed them a drink and one asked me where Scott was, ‘’I’m not sure was the reply’’. Craig showed up and we danced for a bit, made out and decided it was time to head back, for the real action (or so I though). Scott had other ideas as he headed off with his new girl. This is where things go pear shaped. In the taxi line fully expecting the girls to come back the suite again, I get told ‘’we are going home tomorrow so I don’t know if we can’’. The problem was, the other girl knew Scott was away with fresh meat and threw a hissy fit, deciding her intention was now to be the biggest cock blocker on the planet. Craig decides he’ll try to be the wing man and convince the cock blocker that they should come back. The argument ensued and I now vented my anger and told them to stop being little school girls. We both failed, they got out at their hotel and our ties were severed. Failure. Too early to hit the pit, I hit the tables for an hour or so, knocking back White Russians to ease the pain of the events before. I hate Cock Blockers.

Anyway it was Encore Beach Club in a few hours……

Great TR so far. Hope you get more luck with the ladies. It was great to meet you guys at WET and it's a shame we didn't meet up again in the holiday.

It was soooo funny when Scott just jumped in the pool right after the bouncer had gone mad at you - still makes me chuckle today. The Colombian girl I was talking to at the time thought we were all insane so I lost out there but it was well worth it!

[EmmaJ]

Ouch, hope you had more luck with the ladies later on!

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

Day 3

After an hour or so kip for myself and Craig (about 17 hours for T and Mike) we get up and prepare ourselves for Encore Beach Club. Where was Scott? He had no phone so we couldn’t contact him, but because we had a Lilypad booked with Mikey T, we didn’t want to leave it much later that half 11 before we made our way. We leave Scott a message in the room and make our way to EBC. Get to the line and say to some guy with a clipboard that we have a reservation with Mikey T for a Lilypad, the paperwork is complete and the ropes are lifted. Cheers again Mikey! Get seated at a great spot and the Goose and Beers are on the way. The place filled up pretty quickly and once again, it didn’t take much before the alcohol levels were peaking. We chatted to various groups of people, a bunch of girls from NY and some Canadians but we began to get a bit worried about Scott. Another beer and we soon forgot about him. He was a big boy. Low and behold and at about 3pm, he shows up looking a bit worse for wear. He had been at the Monte Carlo for the night doing his thing. So now we are at full compliment and EBC is rammed and the house music is pumping. We are totally loving it and the pool is turning into a mass orgy. It was great. 1 minute I look over my shoulder my guys were making out 1 girl, the next it would be someone completely different. Anyway Craig and I are homing in on these 2 Californian girls, and enjoy a bit of banter for a while and make out and exchange numbers before they are on their way. We return to the Lilypad, get another drink and move on. Scott had found his way into a Bungalow and T was lying on some other groups Daybed with a bunch of other girls. It was madness. It was now getting on and the place was slowly emptying and we were all hammered. I think we were the last ones there and we were subsequently asked to leave. We get back to the hotel and knew fine that the same mistake would happen again. ‘’It’ll only be for an hour or so’’ were the famous last words. I stay awake, watch a bit of TV and sink a few beers. Got in touch with the Californian girls who say they are off to a show and will meet us in the Bellagio after if we fancied - only if we had our kilts on. So Craig and I prepare ourselves to go and meet these girls. T, Scott and Mike are all passed out in bed so I took it they didn’t fancy it. Craig and I thought we could hit the Bank once we met the girls. We make our way to the Baccarat Bar in the Bellagio and sink a few cocktails. The girls soon turn up and I had to look twice, mine was an easy 9 and Craig’s maybe a 6/7. So we are sat chatting away at this bar and they say they didn’t fancy a nightclub and were happy to chill and drink at this bar. I am happy with this. I soon get told that mine was Miss Pacifica – whatever that means, but she was hot. The hours flew in and I couldn’t believe me eyes again. Walking through the casino floor was T, we hadn’t told him where we were going but we shouted him over. He didn’t know we were here, but some cougar he had met earlier on had asked him over to her room at the Bellagio, so off he went. She was more than twice his age. What a man. Anyway I’m whispering sweet nothings into my girls ear when she says shes off to the toilet. I suggest, to show her intentions, bringing back her underwear and putting it in my ‘’Sporran’’ (the purse thing guys wear with kilts) when she gets back. She comes back and completes the mission, to my delight. Craig and his girl decide they are going up to their room, so I suggest that to mine that we go for a walk. We bump into T heading back after doing his bit of business. He heads back to the hotel. We stop on the walkway at the side of the Bellagio fountains. Nobody is about so things start heating up. 1 thing leads to another, the deal is sealed. What better place than in front of the Bellagio Fountains. My night, my week, my life is made. We head back up to their hotel room and Craig and his girl are making out on the sofa. We hop into bed and continue where we left off. She then thinks its prudent to show me her modeling pictures. Delightful. Anyway they were leaving Vegas in a few hours so Craig and I head off back to the PH Towers grinning like Chesire Cats.


Day 3 is going to take some beating.

[UncleBen]

Yeah day 3 sounded not too bad!

[naterizzle]

YES!! And not even half way through the trip yet!

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

Day 4

Mike, Scott and T are up bright and early – and so they should be. They go for a wander and hit the tables and tell us they want to hit Encore Beach Club again, so tell Craig and I to sort ourselves out by 11. Knock back a few glasses of water and I am ready to go again.
The guys return to base and we are ready for another shot at EBC. The lines were not as big today and we asked for another Lilypad. The host offered us a Bungalow for an extra $300 tip- we should probably have bitten his hand off but we liked the fact the Lilypad’s were right on the poolside so we politely declined. Got settled into our spot once again and got stuck into the latest bottle of Grey Goose. It was a good bit quieter today but we were still enjoy it. A host for XS is sitting on a a lilypad beside us and asks us if we fancied XS tonight. He says he could do 1 bottle of Goose and 1 bottle of Champange for $375 plus tax and grat, so we accept the offer. XS was on for tonight! One of the staff runner guys who we’d spoken to the day before came up and spoke to us again. He said that Frank Lampard ( England and Chelsea footballer) and his missus (TV presenter) were in a daybed a bit furter down. We party on and Lampard comes into the pool and we start chatting away to him. Nice guy, seemed down to earth, spoke away for a while until some random starts chatting up his better half. See you later Frank. Head back to the lilypad and a bunch of nice Asians get seated on the neighbouring Lilypad. Now T has a weak spot for Asians so he heads straight over the break the ice. We all start chatting and tell them we would be at XS tonight, they had planned to go to Marquee but said they may hit XS later on. We party on, chat to a few other groups of girls but nothing comes of it. Not quite the same atmosphere as Sunday but good nonetheless. We head into the Encore casino, and I start winning on Blackjack. I start getting ahead of myself and winning becomes losing and I now find myself about $700 down. T and Mike are very much winning and find themselves about $800 up between them. I foolishly use my bank card – despite having all the money I need with me for the holiday in the hotel – and withdraw more. Its gone in no time. Its definitely time to go back to the Hotel.

We weren’t quite as drunk as Sunday so there was no doubt we would all be ready for XS tonight. The walk, through the Miracle Mile shops to our Hotel room was now getting very old, it was providing us with the exercise for the week that’s for sure. We grabbed a bite to eat – a rarity for the week – and prepared ourselves for XS. I contacted the host – cant remember his name – but he assured us that it was still on for tonight. Knock back some Jagermeister shots and some beers and get a taxi to XS. Called the host and we were straight in again. I had been to XS last year but I was so drunk, this time I was only half cut and man, that place is unbelievable!! Our table is in a good spot just away from the main dance floor and the place was packed. The Goose and the Moet were cracked open and another night was set to begin. We decided we’d use the Champagne for the girls –should we get any. A member of Security who’d remember us from Tryst on the Friday –they must swap clubs – anyway it was the same one who got us the Colorado girls from before. So he asks if he could be of any assistance. Of course he could but this time he was told to find girls who would put out! Haha, couple drinks later and here he came with another 3 girls. These 3 were from Detroit and we all sat and spoke to them for a bit, id say one was an 8 and the other 2 were 5/6’s. Craig was trying his luck with the 8 while Scott and T were with the other 2. I headed to the bar and bumped into these girls from New Jersey. The first thing you think of when someone says ‘’We’re from New Jersey’’ is oh no, Jersey Shore. They seemed ok, annoying accent, but they liked mine, I headed to the dance floor with them and it was absolutely rammed. Started pulling one of them and then her friend dragged her away. Oh well, headed back to our table and things were getting heated with Craig and his girl, it looked like she was drinking him under the table aswell. I leave them to it, and as I turn around the 5 Asian girls from before start screaming and running towards us. Things picked up again, well certainly in T’s eyes. They had been to Marquee but didn’t like the music so decided to head to XS. They had some creepy Asian security guy who was with them and trying to get his wicked way with him – god knows what he was up to. We partied with them, but I didn’t think it was getting anywhere; the bottles were done so I headed out to the Blackjack tables again. Lost some more money – the Encore casino was making a mockery out of me and it was about 6am so I headed for the exit. On my way out I noticed some guy - getting pulled into the encore hotel by 2 security guards. It looked to me like Gareth Barry (another England football player), so I shouted ‘’Oi Gareth’’, he looked up, smiled and slumped back down again. Haha, Elite British sportsmen at their best. Headed back to the hotel where Craig had brought back the nicer of the 3 girls and the other 2 were still away. Mike by this time, was long back and in his bed. I decided to crash, while it seemed Craig was having a great time next door!!

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

Day 5

After a couple of hours rest, everybody is feeling not too bad, Craig in particular was delighted as he emptied his sack the previous night and was like a dog with 2 cocks. Nonetheless, we decided we’d head down to our own pool for today and see what it was like. It was a far more relaxed atmosphere here, compared to the pools we’d been at the previous 3 days. They had cheap Strawberry Daquiri’s so we were all over them, and generally just chilled. Scott was obsessed with the inflatable lifeguard that was sat in the lifeguards chair and asked the lifeguard (not the inflatable one) if he could get a picture with it. He wasn’t allowed on the chair but he got his picture. A couple of girls sit down next to us. One was definitely a good 7 maybe 8. She had massive tits anyway, that’s all we were staring at. Sink a few more Daquiri’s and she enquires about the accent. She was from Oklahoma and was with her sister and her sisters husband who was playing at the WSOP. A bit of general chit chat and an exchange of numbers, we tell her we are going to PURE tonight if she fancied it. Anyway we’d spent far too much time in the sun – we are only used to 4 or 5 hours of sunshine a year, we’d had our annual dosage in one day today. We decide to hit the tables in Planet Hollywood’s casino. I still reckon it’s the best casino after 3 visits. The vibe, the atmosphere, the young crowd and of course the Pleasure Pit. We played a bit of blackjack and the pleasure pit girls were on their way. But today they were accompanied by the Miss USA pageant girls. WHAT A SIGHT. We chilled in a few bars in the casino and headed up to the room to sort ourselves out for Pure. We’d decided on Pure as that’s what the locals we’d spoken to recommended.

Fast forward half 10 and once again, the beers, vodkas and Jager’s were being sunk in the hotel room. Mike, had been suffering all day, and said he wouldn’t be joining us. I get a text from the Oklahoma girl saying that her group had bottled it – oh well , her loss. So we headed to Caesar’s . The guys gambled a bit, T convinced everyone at his 3 card poker table that he was an RAF fighter pilot and we headed over to the door. The place was packed, we hadn’t reserved anything tonight, but went to the first guy with a clipboard and asked him for a table. He spouted out the usual crap “My best buddy has just pulled out of his table, so you guys are gonna get one hell of a table” zzzzzzz cut the bullshit mate, he got us in anyway and we were on the outside porch. It was a great view of the strip but we felt a little bit out of the way. I don’t know how everyone else feels, but we were getting fed up of the time it took for the bottles of the spirits to arrive at every club. The mixers took a few minutes but the wait for the bottles seemed forever. Anyway we get stuck into the goose again and start chatting to some girls from New York. We exchange numbers and they move on. I noticed Gareth Barry who id seen the night before and told him what a mess he was in last night. He agreed and chatted away about how much he loved the place etc etc. Half the bloody premiership were there that night. But I wont bore you with that. That night flew in and Scott and Craig decided they were off while T and I were speaking to a bunch of Canadian girls. They say they are off to the MGM for some food and ask us along. I wasn’t sure where this was going but thought, may aswell. T and I pretend we are lions fighting in front of the Lion at the entrance to MGM. One of the girls decides she’s marrying me and we head to the chapel only for it to be shut – thank god. I make out with her. We head for some food. One of there group sings Alicia Keys absolutely brilliantly and T decides we wernt getting anywhere. It was about 6am now and we were getting picked up for our SkyDive at half 7 at the Mandalay Bay so we should probably head off. We walk back and get to the hotel only for the other 3 to be panicking at our whereabouts.

[*ho_train*]

That's awesome that you met Frank Lampard! #8!!! Any sign of Steven Gerrard? haha...

[Scottish_Vegaslover]

That's awesome that you met Frank Lampard! #8!!! Any sign of Steven Gerrard? haha...

No sign of Gerrard im afraid, but if you are a Manchester City fan, they were out in force!

[BigDex14]

Awesome TR man!

[Universal]

Great work, both in Vegas and on the trip report. Enjoyed each installment.