A friend and I were in town from March 8th - March 11th. I had just gotten back from Afg for R&R and my birthday was on the 9th so we were celebrating both. We got to town around noon and headed to the hotel. The cabby took the the long way around the Elara/PH Towers (I didnt know the name changed until a few minutes ago, more about that in a minute). I didnt challenge him on it because frankly I didnt care. After flying halfway around the world with like 6 layovers all I wanted to do was relax. He ended up taking us to PH so we had to walk to the miricle mile to get to Elara. This was my 2nd time in vegas but I did not explore the first time. I was awed by the elaborate decorations in the mall. We stopped at whatever the place is across from Earl of Sandwich and got two beers for the walk. We got to the Elara to check in, we already had the two bedroom suite. I sandwiched 40 and asked for a high floor... she gave me 20... sweet thanks. Oh well no big deal. We get up to the room which is really nice. We are facing the strip, I take a nap bc Im jet lagged. I wake up and its 5. I go down to the bellhop/bellboy, *****, and see if i can get my shirts pressed. He says no problem and it takes 20 minutes to get them back. He was extremely nice and gave us the numbers of a few people to call for this and that and tries to find the driver to take us to Rhino. We get to Rhino at like 8, still pretty early and about time for shift change which is a great time to go. Within a few dances me and my buddy both have a few numbers of girls who want to hang out after. I end up falling inn love with this short little red head and blow about 1k on dances, drinks and VIP. She gives me 3 GIANT hickies very very covertly. I didnt even notice. My friend goes back to the hotel with one of the girls. He didnt tell me so i was walking around like a dumbass looking for him. Finally i get a text. So i get a taxi back to the hotel at 1230. He is in my room trying to impress... im to drunk and tired to be a cool friend and tell them to get the fuck out and crash on my bed.
***like I said nothing to crazy, no hangover part blah blah blah here.
March 9th, my birthday:
We went to STK for dinner, it looked pretty suspect just the two of us sitting there together. The crowd there is much older. We were by far the youngest people in there including the servers (22 and 23). The bone-in ribeye was a work of art. I got mine pittsburgh blue extremely rare. It came out just how I wanted it. PERFECT.
We had a table set up with Joey for Haze on thursday but bumbed that to friday because one of my friends no showed so I was the only one paying for everything. He gladly moved our reservation for friday, laidback luke. He told me he would not be there because he was going to be at 1OAK. He set me up and gave me Ed's information. Joey got us b2g1 with out even having to ask. The security guard who looked just like rick ross went and grabbed a bachelorette party who hung out with us all night. We ended up going 5 bottles deep by the end of the night. I once again fell in love with one of the girls who was with the bachelorette party, didnt get a number. I cant ever remember to do that when Im drunk. NBD. We get hammered and just about close the club down.
I want to send a shout out to Joey, I will also do so in the host appriciation thread. Before, during and after Joey was texting me asking if I was doing okay and having fun and if I needed anything. I unfortunately was unable to go see him at 1OAK. We had planned to go from RPM to 1OAK but the bottles lasted way to long. I would have given him a huge tip with a huge smile on my face. He sets the standard for customer service and would gladly spend money at any club he was working at. I think the last text I got from him was either wed or thurs following my trip making sure that I had a good time. Next time I am in town I will be planned my bottle service around whatever club he happens to be working at even if it's club med. If you plan on spending money on bottles in vegas go with Joey, you will not be disappointed.
March 10.
We walked the entire strip during the day stopping from bar to bar as we run out of drinks. We went in the Forum Shops... holy crap... soo excessive. I commented to my friend that if afghans could only see las vegas they would understand western culture, appologize and give up. If you havnt seen it there is no words that can describe it.
For that night we went to RPM, we went through Chad. We did 2 bottles of goose and 1 of champagne. The crowed was a little more urban/latino and overweight. The "muse" flew around the club and delivered our bottles which was freaking cool I cannot lie. I didnt get what was happening and our waitress was trying to expain it. I felt like a big retard when i realized what was happening. There were already some girls there who were locals. They were really nice. The bottles lasted all night this time. I think the coolest thing was they had a Michael Jackson impersonator come and do a bunch of MJ's songs at like midnight or something. My only complaint was that for the first hour or so I was pouring all the drinks. I finally got a little annoyed and text Chad. At first i thought that I had accidently not tipped the waitress but he said gratuity was included and he would get on it. It took a few texts for something to happen. Chad came over and offered to make the drinks which I was already a little pissed so I declined. Finally after that the girl showed up. Chad got us a round of shots and all was good. The girls that were originally there dipped out at some point, not sure if they said bye or thank you but whatever. Once it was getting late and thinning out the "muse", chad and our waitress came and hung out which I thought was really nice. I recall us drinking stright from the bottles of goose... never good. Chad was really great to us and very accomodating. Our waitress and the muse were very nice too despite the issues of service which all in all didnt really matter. I had a lot of fun just hainging out with them towards the end. We stumbed home from trop to Elara... no clue why and crashed out. That was about it. This trip was a lot less crazy than the last one which is probably good since the police and paramedics showed up last time.
***like I said nothing to crazy, no hangover part blah blah blah here.
March 9th, my birthday:
We went to STK for dinner, it looked pretty suspect just the two of us sitting there together. The crowd there is much older. We were by far the youngest people in there including the servers (22 and 23). The bone-in ribeye was a work of art. I got mine pittsburgh blue extremely rare. It came out just how I wanted it. PERFECT.
We had a table set up with Joey for Haze on thursday but bumbed that to friday because one of my friends no showed so I was the only one paying for everything. He gladly moved our reservation for friday, laidback luke. He told me he would not be there because he was going to be at 1OAK. He set me up and gave me Ed's information. Joey got us b2g1 with out even having to ask. The security guard who looked just like rick ross went and grabbed a bachelorette party who hung out with us all night. We ended up going 5 bottles deep by the end of the night. I once again fell in love with one of the girls who was with the bachelorette party, didnt get a number. I cant ever remember to do that when Im drunk. NBD. We get hammered and just about close the club down.
I want to send a shout out to Joey, I will also do so in the host appriciation thread. Before, during and after Joey was texting me asking if I was doing okay and having fun and if I needed anything. I unfortunately was unable to go see him at 1OAK. We had planned to go from RPM to 1OAK but the bottles lasted way to long. I would have given him a huge tip with a huge smile on my face. He sets the standard for customer service and would gladly spend money at any club he was working at. I think the last text I got from him was either wed or thurs following my trip making sure that I had a good time. Next time I am in town I will be planned my bottle service around whatever club he happens to be working at even if it's club med. If you plan on spending money on bottles in vegas go with Joey, you will not be disappointed.
March 10.
We walked the entire strip during the day stopping from bar to bar as we run out of drinks. We went in the Forum Shops... holy crap... soo excessive. I commented to my friend that if afghans could only see las vegas they would understand western culture, appologize and give up. If you havnt seen it there is no words that can describe it.
For that night we went to RPM, we went through Chad. We did 2 bottles of goose and 1 of champagne. The crowed was a little more urban/latino and overweight. The "muse" flew around the club and delivered our bottles which was freaking cool I cannot lie. I didnt get what was happening and our waitress was trying to expain it. I felt like a big retard when i realized what was happening. There were already some girls there who were locals. They were really nice. The bottles lasted all night this time. I think the coolest thing was they had a Michael Jackson impersonator come and do a bunch of MJ's songs at like midnight or something. My only complaint was that for the first hour or so I was pouring all the drinks. I finally got a little annoyed and text Chad. At first i thought that I had accidently not tipped the waitress but he said gratuity was included and he would get on it. It took a few texts for something to happen. Chad came over and offered to make the drinks which I was already a little pissed so I declined. Finally after that the girl showed up. Chad got us a round of shots and all was good. The girls that were originally there dipped out at some point, not sure if they said bye or thank you but whatever. Once it was getting late and thinning out the "muse", chad and our waitress came and hung out which I thought was really nice. I recall us drinking stright from the bottles of goose... never good. Chad was really great to us and very accomodating. Our waitress and the muse were very nice too despite the issues of service which all in all didnt really matter. I had a lot of fun just hainging out with them towards the end. We stumbed home from trop to Elara... no clue why and crashed out. That was about it. This trip was a lot less crazy than the last one which is probably good since the police and paramedics showed up last time.
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