Matt1983's Second Las Vegas Trip
Monday:
Arrived at the airport at a little after 11:00am for a 1:25 flight. For some reason I was picked for a pat down. The guys going through my bags were cool, and thought it was weird that I was picked because I don't fly a lot. Obviously, they say that to everyone who receives a pat down. However, the guy who went through my backpack saw all of the pre-sale tickets I bought, and was very impressed. He said he and his friends were going to go to Ibiza this year, and we talked a little about EDM.
The flight itself was a little late, due to a Chicago flight that arrived late. My flight ended up moving to a different gate, without my knowledge, and I actually heard my name called on the PA system. They still had over a dozen people being boarded when I arrived at the plane, so I wasn't in any trouble. Other than some turbulence, the flight was smooth, and I was at the Monte Carlo before 4:00pm. I gave the cab driver $30 for a $22.10 ride, which I think was enough. Check in took about thirty minutes, and I botched the "sandwich." I put a fifty on the counter, but didn't say anything to the clerk about an upgrade, nor did it seem as if she saw the bill. Eh, the only complaint I have about the room is that the included hair dryer is not the best. I should have brought my own.
Around 6:00pm I went down to the Fashion Show Mall because I forgot to pack my belts. So after a trip to Macy's and a meal at , I picked up my pre-sale ticket to Marquee, and went back to my room to shower and prepare for that night.
I enter Marquee around 10:30pm, with no line at the ticket entrance, and no trouble with security. I head to where I can hear music playing, and I end up in the Boom Box Room. Since it's still early, there's maybe 20 people in here. I start the night by nursing a Raspberry Vodka. My alcohol limit isn't that high, so I like to pace myself. The room starts to fill up by midnight, and between 12:30 and 1:00 I'm approached by three guys. Their not impressed by me just standing around by myself, so they tell me that I'm part of their crew now. First we hit the dance floor in the room for about five minutes, then leave for the Library, and one of the guys decides that we should try to find four girls and bring them back here. We find our way down to the main room and hit the day club bartender area. One of the guys(I've completely forgotten their names, but one is a rapper who goes by something like Super Bad Fly) orders drinks for everybody, along with shots of Bacardi 151. Being someone who's not quite up on alcohol content, I did not know at the time that the 151 meant 151 proof. Within ten minutes I was either buzzed, or slightly drunk. I also worked on a Rum and Pepsi just afterwards.
Anyways, we meet and they talk to a couple of young women from Australia, who both want to move to LA to try to make it in the music industry. One of the girls(didn't get her name) sang the chorus to En Vouge's "Don't Let Go," and she did a hell of a job with it. After they've chatted with them for a little while, we work our way back to the Boom Box Room and hit the floor. I end up drinking two or three more drinks as quickly as they're passed to me. It's about 2:30am when I start to feel sick, and I leave the club by myself. I decide to just walk back to the Monte Carlo, instead of taking the tram from the Bellagio. I manage to only throw up a couple of times on my walk back, and am approached by two young women who decide to help me. They help me all the way back to my room, even helping me into the shower, and tucking me in. I shit you not. I immediately fall asleep.
Tuesday:
I wake up at 7:30am and look at the carnage. There's a decent amount of vomit on my dress shoes, and slacks. I also can't find my wallet initially. I do find my wallet, and all the cash is gone. Sigh. They also stole my condoms. I think they made out with over $100 dollars. At least they left my cards and my cell phone, which was weird. Don't depend on the kindness of strangers when you're drunk, folks. I realize I shouldn't have carried that much cash on me as well.
So, I'm experiencing my first ever hangover, and obviously it's no fun. I didn't throw up again, but I did experience nausea, and some other symptoms. Around 3:00pm, I finally find the courage to shower and go next door to CVS to deal with my hangover. I purchased generic Pepto-Bismol, Nabisco brand crackers(the plain ones), and Smartwater. That's all I consume for the rest of the day. I take it as easy as possible, and go to bed at a normal time. I also tried my best to clean the vomit off my shoes and all but one spot came off. I'll need to find some shoe shine for that on Wednesday.
Wednesday:
Wake up again at 7:30am to the cries of one of the kids in the room next to me. This kid's a screamer and cries every five minutes it seems. I'm willing to put with it. I feel better now, but I'm not back to 100% just yet. I do plan on going to Surrender tonight, but I certainly won't be drinking nearly as much as Monday. Yeah, I'm a lightweight. I'm a little bummed to have to skip the UFC party at Marquee Day Club today, but it's no big deal. My health and well being is more important(to me anyways).
Monday:
Arrived at the airport at a little after 11:00am for a 1:25 flight. For some reason I was picked for a pat down. The guys going through my bags were cool, and thought it was weird that I was picked because I don't fly a lot. Obviously, they say that to everyone who receives a pat down. However, the guy who went through my backpack saw all of the pre-sale tickets I bought, and was very impressed. He said he and his friends were going to go to Ibiza this year, and we talked a little about EDM.
The flight itself was a little late, due to a Chicago flight that arrived late. My flight ended up moving to a different gate, without my knowledge, and I actually heard my name called on the PA system. They still had over a dozen people being boarded when I arrived at the plane, so I wasn't in any trouble. Other than some turbulence, the flight was smooth, and I was at the Monte Carlo before 4:00pm. I gave the cab driver $30 for a $22.10 ride, which I think was enough. Check in took about thirty minutes, and I botched the "sandwich." I put a fifty on the counter, but didn't say anything to the clerk about an upgrade, nor did it seem as if she saw the bill. Eh, the only complaint I have about the room is that the included hair dryer is not the best. I should have brought my own.
Around 6:00pm I went down to the Fashion Show Mall because I forgot to pack my belts. So after a trip to Macy's and a meal at , I picked up my pre-sale ticket to Marquee, and went back to my room to shower and prepare for that night.
I enter Marquee around 10:30pm, with no line at the ticket entrance, and no trouble with security. I head to where I can hear music playing, and I end up in the Boom Box Room. Since it's still early, there's maybe 20 people in here. I start the night by nursing a Raspberry Vodka. My alcohol limit isn't that high, so I like to pace myself. The room starts to fill up by midnight, and between 12:30 and 1:00 I'm approached by three guys. Their not impressed by me just standing around by myself, so they tell me that I'm part of their crew now. First we hit the dance floor in the room for about five minutes, then leave for the Library, and one of the guys decides that we should try to find four girls and bring them back here. We find our way down to the main room and hit the day club bartender area. One of the guys(I've completely forgotten their names, but one is a rapper who goes by something like Super Bad Fly) orders drinks for everybody, along with shots of Bacardi 151. Being someone who's not quite up on alcohol content, I did not know at the time that the 151 meant 151 proof. Within ten minutes I was either buzzed, or slightly drunk. I also worked on a Rum and Pepsi just afterwards.
Anyways, we meet and they talk to a couple of young women from Australia, who both want to move to LA to try to make it in the music industry. One of the girls(didn't get her name) sang the chorus to En Vouge's "Don't Let Go," and she did a hell of a job with it. After they've chatted with them for a little while, we work our way back to the Boom Box Room and hit the floor. I end up drinking two or three more drinks as quickly as they're passed to me. It's about 2:30am when I start to feel sick, and I leave the club by myself. I decide to just walk back to the Monte Carlo, instead of taking the tram from the Bellagio. I manage to only throw up a couple of times on my walk back, and am approached by two young women who decide to help me. They help me all the way back to my room, even helping me into the shower, and tucking me in. I shit you not. I immediately fall asleep.
Tuesday:
I wake up at 7:30am and look at the carnage. There's a decent amount of vomit on my dress shoes, and slacks. I also can't find my wallet initially. I do find my wallet, and all the cash is gone. Sigh. They also stole my condoms. I think they made out with over $100 dollars. At least they left my cards and my cell phone, which was weird. Don't depend on the kindness of strangers when you're drunk, folks. I realize I shouldn't have carried that much cash on me as well.
So, I'm experiencing my first ever hangover, and obviously it's no fun. I didn't throw up again, but I did experience nausea, and some other symptoms. Around 3:00pm, I finally find the courage to shower and go next door to CVS to deal with my hangover. I purchased generic Pepto-Bismol, Nabisco brand crackers(the plain ones), and Smartwater. That's all I consume for the rest of the day. I take it as easy as possible, and go to bed at a normal time. I also tried my best to clean the vomit off my shoes and all but one spot came off. I'll need to find some shoe shine for that on Wednesday.
Wednesday:
Wake up again at 7:30am to the cries of one of the kids in the room next to me. This kid's a screamer and cries every five minutes it seems. I'm willing to put with it. I feel better now, but I'm not back to 100% just yet. I do plan on going to Surrender tonight, but I certainly won't be drinking nearly as much as Monday. Yeah, I'm a lightweight. I'm a little bummed to have to skip the UFC party at Marquee Day Club today, but it's no big deal. My health and well being is more important(to me anyways).
At least you're not bored in Vegas!
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