Hey Guys ive been a long time lurker on JC forums for a few years now. I recently signed up because i had a two trips to plan this year. One of which you guys will think im making up.
So my friends and i were at the Sundance film festival this year. We were getting wated when one of my friends suggested that we should do Vegas the next month. I thought great idea but how the hell do i get time off work ?
You see i currently live in Nigeria. Vegas aint exactly a short trip. So i came up with an excuse at my work that i needed to fly back to Houston ( i used to live there eight years you see and still have a home there) to get a follow up visit from a recent bought of Bronchitis. (Stay with me guys this is all relevant)
So any way as the plans start to from, more and more of my friends wanted to jump on. I said what the hell, the more the merrier. Soon enough there are 10 of us booked on flights with rooms booked at Encore. I make quite a bit of money ( to say the least ) so i paid for my friends rooms. I upgraded my self to a suite to share with a cute girl that ive been seeing and she wanted her best friend to come too, so i said what the hell ?
Fast forward a few weeks and i fly into Houston from Lagos. A 13 hour flight is no joke and i do my due diligence and head to my doctors appointment.
To cut a long story short my doctor runs a bunch of tests on me, including an ECG and tells me that she thinks im having a heart attack. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot ???? You have got to be kidding me. So she tells me that i need to check into the ER right now. So i head to the ER and they check me in. The doctor tells me that my blood pressure is through the roof ! It was 179/99 at one point and that i was damaging my kidneys.
So im kinda freaking out at this point and i ask if its immediately life threatening,they tell me it isnt and that some blood pressure medication can fix my issues.I take some medication and my bp starts to level out. So now my wheels are turning. Can i still do Vegas tomorrow afternoon ? ( yeah im a little nuts)
So i come up with a bullshit story that i start to lay on the nursing staff. I tell them that i have a 3pm flight to New York, which is for a business dinner and if i dont make it then i lose a 3 million dollar contract. The nurses start hurrying me out of there. I literally head home, throw my stuff into a bag and drive like a mad man to the airport with my girl in tow.
So my girlfriends friend who is tagging along with us gets there and tells me that continental cant find her reservation that i had booked with my Amex points. You have got to be kidding me ? I manage to scramble on the phone and get her a flight to san francisco, then onto Vegas.
So now im on the plane to vegas. I havent showered in two days, ive got high blood pressure, my girlfriends friend got screwed by amex and now the plane is running late. Its cocktail time. 2 rum and cokes coming up sir. I down them like a Japanese hot dog eating champion.
We get picked up at the airport by a car sent from the hotel, we check into our suites and the room in one word is PIMP. My friends had gotten in earlier an were getting ready. I hopped into a long overdue shower and got ready for the nights craziness that was about to begin.
We head downstairs to the lobby and guess who strolls in. Paris and Nicky Hilton ( shouldnt they be staying at a Hilton ? ). Paris and my girlfriend make eye contact. She walk up to my girlfriends and says " I really love your dress " Wow. High praise from the girl famous for being rich and getting banged on camera. Ill take it.
Dinner is at a restaurant called Jaleo, which is spanish tapas at the Cosmopolitan hotel. A friend on mine whom is a real foodie orders for the whole table and quite simply it was delicious. I highly recommend it to everybody.
After dinner we roll to Marquee. Due to the diverse group that we have there are some of us that are really into House /Trance music and the rest are more hip hop heads. To be diplomatic and quite frankly to make things easier i end up booking 2 tables. One in the Main Room where Gareth Emery is playing and the other table in the Boom Box Room. This way some of us can go back and forth between rooms and get a taste of both.
The night gets going and i start ordering bottles like im in a rap video. Magnums of Dom and Grey Goose fly to our table with complimentary waitresses carrying flares and dancing round the table. I have to say its a little awkward when that happens, when they are dancing around next to you but what the hell right ? So half of our group in Boom Box, where i was mainly situated and the other half in the Main room where im dropping bottles left and right as well. I have to admit. the girls are much hotter in the main room. In Boom Box room, the crowd was a little more, how do you say ? ..... " urban"
A couple of hours pass. Im getting wasted. My friends are having a really good time and the waitress brings over some shots. Wait a sec ? Did i order those ? Apparently the indian guys across from our table sent it over just as a goodwill gesture. Well that was really cool so ive got to pay them back. I call over the waitress and send them Moet to their table as a thank you. They immediately roll over to my side and thank you profusely. They tell me that they are from canada ( seriously, who doesnt like Canadians ? ) and were partying for the weekend. After that we are now new BFFs.
The DJ was spinning hit after hit and mixed in some house music too, which i like when they mix it up and the crowd is eating it up. Niggas in Paris comes on and im just going off. love that song ( What she order ? Fish Fillet ? )
Things start wrapping up. My girl is getting a little tired and she is feeling sore ( she made the ingenious decision to get a boob job the week before. D'oh !) so we decide to roll at 345.The first bill comes from Boom Box. 6 Grand. Not bad. I tip the usualy 20% to waitresses. Give the Busser about $60 and the security the same. Couldnt remember the tipping guides from the forums as i was quite wasted at this point. Then i roll upstairs to asses the battle damage from the Main Room. 5 Grand. I take the hit, lather, grease and repeat as instructed.
My friends in the Main Room decide to stay longer and i bid them a good night and start making our way back to hotel. At this point im wasted and high fiving everybody i meet. Up top ! There we go. We hustle our way into a cab and as soon i get to my room i do a Tinie Tempah and just plain Pass Out.
Okay guys its late. I shall post Part Two of my trip later. its even more Epic than Part One if you ask me so please stay tuned.
Bye for now.
So my friends and i were at the Sundance film festival this year. We were getting wated when one of my friends suggested that we should do Vegas the next month. I thought great idea but how the hell do i get time off work ?
You see i currently live in Nigeria. Vegas aint exactly a short trip. So i came up with an excuse at my work that i needed to fly back to Houston ( i used to live there eight years you see and still have a home there) to get a follow up visit from a recent bought of Bronchitis. (Stay with me guys this is all relevant)
So any way as the plans start to from, more and more of my friends wanted to jump on. I said what the hell, the more the merrier. Soon enough there are 10 of us booked on flights with rooms booked at Encore. I make quite a bit of money ( to say the least ) so i paid for my friends rooms. I upgraded my self to a suite to share with a cute girl that ive been seeing and she wanted her best friend to come too, so i said what the hell ?
Fast forward a few weeks and i fly into Houston from Lagos. A 13 hour flight is no joke and i do my due diligence and head to my doctors appointment.
To cut a long story short my doctor runs a bunch of tests on me, including an ECG and tells me that she thinks im having a heart attack. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot ???? You have got to be kidding me. So she tells me that i need to check into the ER right now. So i head to the ER and they check me in. The doctor tells me that my blood pressure is through the roof ! It was 179/99 at one point and that i was damaging my kidneys.
So im kinda freaking out at this point and i ask if its immediately life threatening,they tell me it isnt and that some blood pressure medication can fix my issues.I take some medication and my bp starts to level out. So now my wheels are turning. Can i still do Vegas tomorrow afternoon ? ( yeah im a little nuts)
So i come up with a bullshit story that i start to lay on the nursing staff. I tell them that i have a 3pm flight to New York, which is for a business dinner and if i dont make it then i lose a 3 million dollar contract. The nurses start hurrying me out of there. I literally head home, throw my stuff into a bag and drive like a mad man to the airport with my girl in tow.
So my girlfriends friend who is tagging along with us gets there and tells me that continental cant find her reservation that i had booked with my Amex points. You have got to be kidding me ? I manage to scramble on the phone and get her a flight to san francisco, then onto Vegas.
So now im on the plane to vegas. I havent showered in two days, ive got high blood pressure, my girlfriends friend got screwed by amex and now the plane is running late. Its cocktail time. 2 rum and cokes coming up sir. I down them like a Japanese hot dog eating champion.
We get picked up at the airport by a car sent from the hotel, we check into our suites and the room in one word is PIMP. My friends had gotten in earlier an were getting ready. I hopped into a long overdue shower and got ready for the nights craziness that was about to begin.
We head downstairs to the lobby and guess who strolls in. Paris and Nicky Hilton ( shouldnt they be staying at a Hilton ? ). Paris and my girlfriend make eye contact. She walk up to my girlfriends and says " I really love your dress " Wow. High praise from the girl famous for being rich and getting banged on camera. Ill take it.
Dinner is at a restaurant called Jaleo, which is spanish tapas at the Cosmopolitan hotel. A friend on mine whom is a real foodie orders for the whole table and quite simply it was delicious. I highly recommend it to everybody.
After dinner we roll to Marquee. Due to the diverse group that we have there are some of us that are really into House /Trance music and the rest are more hip hop heads. To be diplomatic and quite frankly to make things easier i end up booking 2 tables. One in the Main Room where Gareth Emery is playing and the other table in the Boom Box Room. This way some of us can go back and forth between rooms and get a taste of both.
The night gets going and i start ordering bottles like im in a rap video. Magnums of Dom and Grey Goose fly to our table with complimentary waitresses carrying flares and dancing round the table. I have to say its a little awkward when that happens, when they are dancing around next to you but what the hell right ? So half of our group in Boom Box, where i was mainly situated and the other half in the Main room where im dropping bottles left and right as well. I have to admit. the girls are much hotter in the main room. In Boom Box room, the crowd was a little more, how do you say ? ..... " urban"
A couple of hours pass. Im getting wasted. My friends are having a really good time and the waitress brings over some shots. Wait a sec ? Did i order those ? Apparently the indian guys across from our table sent it over just as a goodwill gesture. Well that was really cool so ive got to pay them back. I call over the waitress and send them Moet to their table as a thank you. They immediately roll over to my side and thank you profusely. They tell me that they are from canada ( seriously, who doesnt like Canadians ? ) and were partying for the weekend. After that we are now new BFFs.
The DJ was spinning hit after hit and mixed in some house music too, which i like when they mix it up and the crowd is eating it up. Niggas in Paris comes on and im just going off. love that song ( What she order ? Fish Fillet ? )
Things start wrapping up. My girl is getting a little tired and she is feeling sore ( she made the ingenious decision to get a boob job the week before. D'oh !) so we decide to roll at 345.The first bill comes from Boom Box. 6 Grand. Not bad. I tip the usualy 20% to waitresses. Give the Busser about $60 and the security the same. Couldnt remember the tipping guides from the forums as i was quite wasted at this point. Then i roll upstairs to asses the battle damage from the Main Room. 5 Grand. I take the hit, lather, grease and repeat as instructed.
My friends in the Main Room decide to stay longer and i bid them a good night and start making our way back to hotel. At this point im wasted and high fiving everybody i meet. Up top ! There we go. We hustle our way into a cab and as soon i get to my room i do a Tinie Tempah and just plain Pass Out.
Okay guys its late. I shall post Part Two of my trip later. its even more Epic than Part One if you ask me so please stay tuned.
Bye for now.
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