First, I'm going to start this post giving nothing but the highest of the high praise to all the staff at CH3. From cocktail waitresses to security to my wife and I's special Island Girl, we received nothing but awesome service. Now, lets get to the story that I will call the Giant Awesomeness.
So, its Thursday night: The wife and I have arrived in Vegas, been to Jaleo at Cosmo for dinner, moving onto Tao Lounge (love it there) for some cocktails, then on to Haze. After a bit at Haze my wife says to me "I'm ready to go to the strip club" (she loves strip clubs and was not going to be in Vegas without at least one trip).
I tell her were going to CH3 because CH2 was always all our group of friends main place before it went completely downhill, but my buddies and I tried CH3 in March for a bachelor party and just had a killer time. Super fun girls in there. The driver tries to convince us to go to SR but we pass (she's been there before and its just too much "all business" in there).
We get to CH3 and sit down at a table only be told its reserved for bottle service only. We ask where can we sit and end up getting told we can get "shown to a table". Fine, cool (and of course, here's 40 bucks).
So we sit down and get approached by 2 girls, 1 a completely smoke show "Island" type, the other I can't remember because I told her I'd rather wait and have a few drinks. Wife was not interested in waiting and immediately has her girl in her lap getting dances and having a good time. Eventually, wife decides she's in love and we need to go to VIP. Greeeaaaaat.
Give the security guy the appropriate handshake and get shown into our room. I have to say, its pretty nice in those VIP rooms (hadn't been to one in March, only got the couch VIP back then, which was also nice). Waitress appears to have us select our champagne and we decide on Veuve Rose, but OF COURSE the single bottle doesn't cost enough so we have to get the magnum. Ok, fine. Not sure that was legit but wasn't sweating it either way. They ended up not having a magnum so we get two single bottles.
A guy comes back with the waitress to help her open the bottles. This I can only assume was a well timed and executed maneuvver to get a tip. Which he did. Like I said, it was well timed and executed.
We're making sure everyone who comes back there is getting some champagne since we're probably not going to drink it all.
Okay, so all business is said and done and the fun starts, and the Giant Awesomeness at CH3 starts. So, our Island girl, correctly, starts with the wife and its a great dance. They're having a great time. After about 5 minutes, I notice wife's eyes are open, but she is simply... not... there. Glazed over. Not like passing out, but GONE. I try to revive her, but nothing is working. She proceeds to tip over and pass out on the couch. I'm thinking, well, we're kicked out. So I ask, "hey, are we kicked out" to which I get an EMPHATIC "NO WAY".
So, the dance moves over to me and we're having a great time, great dance, etc. Well, after about 10 minutes our Island girl is facing away from me but blocking my view of the wife with her back, and I hear, "oh, she threw up." No panic, no disgust, just a practical "oh, she threw up". I look and she has indeed thrown up, all over herself, the couch, and the floor. So, now we're definitely getting kicked out. I ask "so, now were kicked out right?". "NO WAY! I'll just get someone in here to clean up." She goes and spreads the word and a few minutes later the waitress and a busser/runner come in with hot towels and clean the floor, the couch, and the wife. WHILE SHE IS PASSED OUT. They were like insta-housekeepers. Only they were also cleaning up a puke covered wife. She never woke up the whole time. It was, without a doubt, GIANT AWESOMENESS.
So, after they clean up my passed out, puke covered wife, collect their spectacular tips, and leave, the dance continues. Its awesome, totally fun, she was cool, had a great personality also, etc. It was just a lot of fun.
After awhile, I decide that before I start hating my life and have to go through what it takes to close a tab at a Vegas strip club (its like applying for a mortgage to you folks who have never been) in no mood to do so, I tell them to start closing me out (I also am thinking that I'm going to have to figure out how to get wife out of there, into a car, and back to the room). So, awesome Island girl gets the wheels in motions, dances a little longer, then leads me to where I have to pay and sign over the deed to my house (hahaha). After that, we go to the main floor and close out my intial tab.
We go back to the VIP room to start working on wife, and....... shes gone. Island girl checks the bathroom, she's not in there either. Uggg. Waitress or someone says they saw her go to the bathroom, but she is not... in... there. So, thinking I'm about to consider giving solid thought to total panic when... some random door opens back in the VIP area (not sure what that door was to) and she's getting walked back into the VIP area by some other lady.
Apparently she had "come to" while I was paying the bill, had no idea where she was, walked out the first door she could find and asked the first person she could find "where am I?". Once I told her this story, she hadn't even realized she threw up on herself. Our awesome friends at CH3 did such a good job cleaning her up she hadn't even noticed.
After finding each other, we finally get in a car back to the hotel. She is not to be derailed. She INSISTS on a trip to Drais... after all that.
Every dollar (and there were many many many) I tipped in CH3 last Thursday was TOTALLY earned!
The End.
So, its Thursday night: The wife and I have arrived in Vegas, been to Jaleo at Cosmo for dinner, moving onto Tao Lounge (love it there) for some cocktails, then on to Haze. After a bit at Haze my wife says to me "I'm ready to go to the strip club" (she loves strip clubs and was not going to be in Vegas without at least one trip).
I tell her were going to CH3 because CH2 was always all our group of friends main place before it went completely downhill, but my buddies and I tried CH3 in March for a bachelor party and just had a killer time. Super fun girls in there. The driver tries to convince us to go to SR but we pass (she's been there before and its just too much "all business" in there).
We get to CH3 and sit down at a table only be told its reserved for bottle service only. We ask where can we sit and end up getting told we can get "shown to a table". Fine, cool (and of course, here's 40 bucks).
So we sit down and get approached by 2 girls, 1 a completely smoke show "Island" type, the other I can't remember because I told her I'd rather wait and have a few drinks. Wife was not interested in waiting and immediately has her girl in her lap getting dances and having a good time. Eventually, wife decides she's in love and we need to go to VIP. Greeeaaaaat.
Give the security guy the appropriate handshake and get shown into our room. I have to say, its pretty nice in those VIP rooms (hadn't been to one in March, only got the couch VIP back then, which was also nice). Waitress appears to have us select our champagne and we decide on Veuve Rose, but OF COURSE the single bottle doesn't cost enough so we have to get the magnum. Ok, fine. Not sure that was legit but wasn't sweating it either way. They ended up not having a magnum so we get two single bottles.
A guy comes back with the waitress to help her open the bottles. This I can only assume was a well timed and executed maneuvver to get a tip. Which he did. Like I said, it was well timed and executed.
We're making sure everyone who comes back there is getting some champagne since we're probably not going to drink it all.
Okay, so all business is said and done and the fun starts, and the Giant Awesomeness at CH3 starts. So, our Island girl, correctly, starts with the wife and its a great dance. They're having a great time. After about 5 minutes, I notice wife's eyes are open, but she is simply... not... there. Glazed over. Not like passing out, but GONE. I try to revive her, but nothing is working. She proceeds to tip over and pass out on the couch. I'm thinking, well, we're kicked out. So I ask, "hey, are we kicked out" to which I get an EMPHATIC "NO WAY".
So, the dance moves over to me and we're having a great time, great dance, etc. Well, after about 10 minutes our Island girl is facing away from me but blocking my view of the wife with her back, and I hear, "oh, she threw up." No panic, no disgust, just a practical "oh, she threw up". I look and she has indeed thrown up, all over herself, the couch, and the floor. So, now we're definitely getting kicked out. I ask "so, now were kicked out right?". "NO WAY! I'll just get someone in here to clean up." She goes and spreads the word and a few minutes later the waitress and a busser/runner come in with hot towels and clean the floor, the couch, and the wife. WHILE SHE IS PASSED OUT. They were like insta-housekeepers. Only they were also cleaning up a puke covered wife. She never woke up the whole time. It was, without a doubt, GIANT AWESOMENESS.
So, after they clean up my passed out, puke covered wife, collect their spectacular tips, and leave, the dance continues. Its awesome, totally fun, she was cool, had a great personality also, etc. It was just a lot of fun.
After awhile, I decide that before I start hating my life and have to go through what it takes to close a tab at a Vegas strip club (its like applying for a mortgage to you folks who have never been) in no mood to do so, I tell them to start closing me out (I also am thinking that I'm going to have to figure out how to get wife out of there, into a car, and back to the room). So, awesome Island girl gets the wheels in motions, dances a little longer, then leads me to where I have to pay and sign over the deed to my house (hahaha). After that, we go to the main floor and close out my intial tab.
We go back to the VIP room to start working on wife, and....... shes gone. Island girl checks the bathroom, she's not in there either. Uggg. Waitress or someone says they saw her go to the bathroom, but she is not... in... there. So, thinking I'm about to consider giving solid thought to total panic when... some random door opens back in the VIP area (not sure what that door was to) and she's getting walked back into the VIP area by some other lady.
Apparently she had "come to" while I was paying the bill, had no idea where she was, walked out the first door she could find and asked the first person she could find "where am I?". Once I told her this story, she hadn't even realized she threw up on herself. Our awesome friends at CH3 did such a good job cleaning her up she hadn't even noticed.
After finding each other, we finally get in a car back to the hotel. She is not to be derailed. She INSISTS on a trip to Drais... after all that.
Every dollar (and there were many many many) I tipped in CH3 last Thursday was TOTALLY earned!
The End.
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