I’m a regular poster on here, but decided for my own sake (and the others involved in the following stories), I’d post under another name. I thought about toning this down to post under my own name, but decided there aren’t nearly enough females posting real life, down and dirty TR’s. So here goes nothing.
Just a warning…this is a LONG trip report. And might be a little TMI for some. Proceed with caution
Cast:
Me – Late 20’s, not a Vegas Virgin by any means, but still learning the ropes. Only found this site a few months ago, and it’s made a huge difference in my last few Vegas trips.
Marie – Early 20’s, we’ve been to Vegas three times together. Fun, outgoing, up for anything, usually the instigator for any outlandish behavior we engage in.
Kate – Early 20’s, second time in Vegas, both times were with me. She’s quiet, a little shy, doesn’t have much clubbing/nightlife experience, but says she’s willing to go along with whatever crazy plan I have.
Marie and Kate arrived at my house about 10:00 pm Thursday. We spent about an hour repacking their bags, then crashed. Alarm went off at 3:00 am, we got ready, loaded the car and headed to their airport for our much-too-early flight. Flight was uneventful minus the group of loud annoying girls in the row in front of us. The kind that think it’s cute to speak in a childish accent and make fun of people with disabilities. We were praying we wouldn’t run in to them again this weekend. Landed in Vegas around 8, grabbed a cab and headed straight to the Wynn for breakfast and bottomless mimosas. Kate starts chatting up some Brazilian guys at the table next to us, so Marie and I jump in with our limited Portuguese, and numbers are exchanged. Buzzing? Check! Numbers? Check! And it’s not even 10 am. If this is any foreshadowing, it’s gonna be a good trip!
After breakfast, we grab a cab to our hotel and check in. Slip the clerk a sandwich – end up with an upgraded room, fridge, early check-in, waived resort fee, and all-access weekend long passes for the properties pools and clubs. (And his personal cell number "Just in case we need something") We drop our bags in the room, I start changing to head down for the pool party. The other two decide they’re too tired, and crash. I head out alone and meet a group guys in line from Chicago. I crack some jokes about them stripping for me thanks to the crazy security guys insisting they prove they’re wearing swim shorts under their regular shorts. We chatted for a bit, then split up once we got inside. I grabbed a drink, walked around a bit, realized I wasn’t going to last all afternoon without my sunglasses which I forgot in the room, and ditched out. Grab my glasses and decided to grab a couple drinks at the casino bar while the line to get back in to the pool clears out a bit. A local guy sits next to me, we chat, exchange numbers. I headed back to the pool party, and ran in to the guys from Chicago again. End up dancing and hanging out with them, they buy me a few drinks, and one of the guys and I get in to a deep discussion about music. Had some good craic, hopped in the pool and danced some more.
In line for the restroom this woman invites me to a swinger party with her and her husband and some of their friends. I politely decline, but can’t help but be amused...only in Vegas…. Hang out with the Chicago guys until they leave, we exchange numbers, and I head to the bar for a refill. Start chatting with a couple of guys from Florida. Turns out I used to live in the same town one of them is from, so we hit it off, talk for a while, dance. People start to slowly trickle out of the pool party, and he invites me back to his room. We take a quick cab over, have a little fun, which is too quickly interrupted by his roommate knocking on the door. I hide out in the bathroom for a minute while he quickly shoes him away. We finish up, have a good laugh, I get dressed and head out. As soon as I step out of the room, his buddies are just steps from the door. An embarrassed look from me, a few high fives amongst them, nervous laughter, and I quickly head down to catch a cab back to my hotel. I get back to the room just as the girls are waking up, and tell them the pool party is just winding down. I’m still buzzing pretty good, so one of the girls brings up food from downstairs, we eat, and I crash for about 30 minutes. I wake up just as the grocery delivery guy arrives. We pour our first drink from the bottle of Ketel One he delivered, and toast to what is already shaping up to be a killer weekend. I hop in the shower, the girls keep pregaming, and we all get ready to head out.
We head over to 1OAK around 10, and text Joey Orr to let him know were on our way. I misread Joey’s text and we’re wandering around the guestlist line, trying to figure out where to go. I finally ask someone where I could find him, and the guy seems beyond shocked that we’re on Joey’s guestlist. He personally walks us over to where Joey is, and gets his attention for us. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty badass at that moment. Very different from my other trips…. Anyways, Joey meets us at the ropes, and we’re inside in a matter of minutes. (Thanks Joey!!) 1OAK was pretty dead since we were so early, so we grab a drink, walk around, wait for the dancefloor to fill up. We eventually make our way out on the floor, meet some people from the same city as us, dance with them, and avoid the creepy drenched in sweat couple clearly tripping hard. Marie claims she’s not feeling well, and ends up heading out early. (Which, we find out later, is code for she’s taking a guy back to our room). Kate and I stay, dance, drink more, and hang out just long enough to see Tyga perform 2 songs. By this point my knee is KILLING me, and I have to go back to the room. Apparently 12+ hours on dancing in heels on a bad knee isn’t a good idea. Who knew? Lol. Kate and I catch a cab back, Marie is asleep, I shower and crash about 3.
I wake up Saturday about 10am, the girls are still asleep. I grab coffee for the other two, drop it off in the room, and do a little gambling. We all head down to the pool for the afternoon and just chill, have a few more drinks. We do a little gambling, drink some more, take a nap. Grab a quick dinner and get ready and head to The Bank. Even though we have presale, the line is crazy long, the place is horribly disorganized. Not wanting to wait in the line that stretches for eternity, I text Joey Orr to see if he can help. Joey comes through again, and sends me a contact for one of the doormen. I text the number he gave me, and almost immediately someone walks over (wish I could remember his name…) and lets us right in. Even though it’s early, the place is already pretty full. We make our way to the bar, have a few shots, and hit the dance floor. We meet some guys from NY, dance with them for a while, and I exchange numbers with one of them. We grab more drinks, dance some more. Ne-Yo performs 2 songs; the two girls are thrilled they got to see him live. The group from NY takes off, and creepy guys start swarming the dance floor. At this point Kate disappears with some guy. Marie and I use this group of guys we met earlier as a buffer for a while. We get sick of dodging drunk creepers, and decide to head to OG for a bit. We call and the limo shows up within minutes. We tip the driver when he picks us up, and he pops a bottle in the limo for us, drives the long way to OG so we could finish our drinks, gives us his number in case we need a ride back later.
OG is packed. We head upstairs, get settled in, have our first round of drinks. Before I even finish my drink, one of the guys starts giving me a lap dance. I try to refuse, but it turns out the girls already paid for it. I’m dying laughing through the whole thing, as are the girls. Girls tell me it was a present to make up for last time (last time we were there I was so blitzed, I don’t even remember the multiple lap dances they/I paid for). I gladly return the favor, and buy them each a lap dance. There was something so entertaining about watching this Russian guy grind Kate and slap her butt. I thought she was going to die from embarrassment. Well worth the money!! We hang out, have some fun, have a few more drinks. I find a stripper I hit it off with, get a lap dance (and a few extra songs for free). He gives me his number and we make plans to meet up later in the weekend. The upstairs at OG starts to close down, so we grab a cab to Drai’s. The guy from NY had been texting, so I tell him to meet us at Drai’s. We get there around 3:30, and it’s even more of a clusterf*** than usual. The NY guy shows up with a couple friends. Kate is drunk by this point and decides she wants to leave. Marie isn’t feeling great either, so they take off back to the hotel. After fighting crowds, and the guys palming the bouncer enough cash, we finally get in to Drai’s. (Vegas really needs a more afterhours places…). 20 minutes later I’m ready to leave. It’s too crowded for me, people are being rude, I’m just not feeling it. So NY and I take a cab back to his room. His roomie is asleep in the second bed. That’s not usually my style, but I’m pretty drunk and figure what the hell, I’m in Vegas. We do our thing, I get myself back together and cab back to the hotel. Get to my room and crash about 5am.
I still have no idea if his roomie ever woke up or not. Lol.
Just a warning…this is a LONG trip report. And might be a little TMI for some. Proceed with caution
Cast:
Me – Late 20’s, not a Vegas Virgin by any means, but still learning the ropes. Only found this site a few months ago, and it’s made a huge difference in my last few Vegas trips.
Marie – Early 20’s, we’ve been to Vegas three times together. Fun, outgoing, up for anything, usually the instigator for any outlandish behavior we engage in.
Kate – Early 20’s, second time in Vegas, both times were with me. She’s quiet, a little shy, doesn’t have much clubbing/nightlife experience, but says she’s willing to go along with whatever crazy plan I have.
Marie and Kate arrived at my house about 10:00 pm Thursday. We spent about an hour repacking their bags, then crashed. Alarm went off at 3:00 am, we got ready, loaded the car and headed to their airport for our much-too-early flight. Flight was uneventful minus the group of loud annoying girls in the row in front of us. The kind that think it’s cute to speak in a childish accent and make fun of people with disabilities. We were praying we wouldn’t run in to them again this weekend. Landed in Vegas around 8, grabbed a cab and headed straight to the Wynn for breakfast and bottomless mimosas. Kate starts chatting up some Brazilian guys at the table next to us, so Marie and I jump in with our limited Portuguese, and numbers are exchanged. Buzzing? Check! Numbers? Check! And it’s not even 10 am. If this is any foreshadowing, it’s gonna be a good trip!
After breakfast, we grab a cab to our hotel and check in. Slip the clerk a sandwich – end up with an upgraded room, fridge, early check-in, waived resort fee, and all-access weekend long passes for the properties pools and clubs. (And his personal cell number "Just in case we need something") We drop our bags in the room, I start changing to head down for the pool party. The other two decide they’re too tired, and crash. I head out alone and meet a group guys in line from Chicago. I crack some jokes about them stripping for me thanks to the crazy security guys insisting they prove they’re wearing swim shorts under their regular shorts. We chatted for a bit, then split up once we got inside. I grabbed a drink, walked around a bit, realized I wasn’t going to last all afternoon without my sunglasses which I forgot in the room, and ditched out. Grab my glasses and decided to grab a couple drinks at the casino bar while the line to get back in to the pool clears out a bit. A local guy sits next to me, we chat, exchange numbers. I headed back to the pool party, and ran in to the guys from Chicago again. End up dancing and hanging out with them, they buy me a few drinks, and one of the guys and I get in to a deep discussion about music. Had some good craic, hopped in the pool and danced some more.
In line for the restroom this woman invites me to a swinger party with her and her husband and some of their friends. I politely decline, but can’t help but be amused...only in Vegas…. Hang out with the Chicago guys until they leave, we exchange numbers, and I head to the bar for a refill. Start chatting with a couple of guys from Florida. Turns out I used to live in the same town one of them is from, so we hit it off, talk for a while, dance. People start to slowly trickle out of the pool party, and he invites me back to his room. We take a quick cab over, have a little fun, which is too quickly interrupted by his roommate knocking on the door. I hide out in the bathroom for a minute while he quickly shoes him away. We finish up, have a good laugh, I get dressed and head out. As soon as I step out of the room, his buddies are just steps from the door. An embarrassed look from me, a few high fives amongst them, nervous laughter, and I quickly head down to catch a cab back to my hotel. I get back to the room just as the girls are waking up, and tell them the pool party is just winding down. I’m still buzzing pretty good, so one of the girls brings up food from downstairs, we eat, and I crash for about 30 minutes. I wake up just as the grocery delivery guy arrives. We pour our first drink from the bottle of Ketel One he delivered, and toast to what is already shaping up to be a killer weekend. I hop in the shower, the girls keep pregaming, and we all get ready to head out.
We head over to 1OAK around 10, and text Joey Orr to let him know were on our way. I misread Joey’s text and we’re wandering around the guestlist line, trying to figure out where to go. I finally ask someone where I could find him, and the guy seems beyond shocked that we’re on Joey’s guestlist. He personally walks us over to where Joey is, and gets his attention for us. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty badass at that moment. Very different from my other trips…. Anyways, Joey meets us at the ropes, and we’re inside in a matter of minutes. (Thanks Joey!!) 1OAK was pretty dead since we were so early, so we grab a drink, walk around, wait for the dancefloor to fill up. We eventually make our way out on the floor, meet some people from the same city as us, dance with them, and avoid the creepy drenched in sweat couple clearly tripping hard. Marie claims she’s not feeling well, and ends up heading out early. (Which, we find out later, is code for she’s taking a guy back to our room). Kate and I stay, dance, drink more, and hang out just long enough to see Tyga perform 2 songs. By this point my knee is KILLING me, and I have to go back to the room. Apparently 12+ hours on dancing in heels on a bad knee isn’t a good idea. Who knew? Lol. Kate and I catch a cab back, Marie is asleep, I shower and crash about 3.
I wake up Saturday about 10am, the girls are still asleep. I grab coffee for the other two, drop it off in the room, and do a little gambling. We all head down to the pool for the afternoon and just chill, have a few more drinks. We do a little gambling, drink some more, take a nap. Grab a quick dinner and get ready and head to The Bank. Even though we have presale, the line is crazy long, the place is horribly disorganized. Not wanting to wait in the line that stretches for eternity, I text Joey Orr to see if he can help. Joey comes through again, and sends me a contact for one of the doormen. I text the number he gave me, and almost immediately someone walks over (wish I could remember his name…) and lets us right in. Even though it’s early, the place is already pretty full. We make our way to the bar, have a few shots, and hit the dance floor. We meet some guys from NY, dance with them for a while, and I exchange numbers with one of them. We grab more drinks, dance some more. Ne-Yo performs 2 songs; the two girls are thrilled they got to see him live. The group from NY takes off, and creepy guys start swarming the dance floor. At this point Kate disappears with some guy. Marie and I use this group of guys we met earlier as a buffer for a while. We get sick of dodging drunk creepers, and decide to head to OG for a bit. We call and the limo shows up within minutes. We tip the driver when he picks us up, and he pops a bottle in the limo for us, drives the long way to OG so we could finish our drinks, gives us his number in case we need a ride back later.
OG is packed. We head upstairs, get settled in, have our first round of drinks. Before I even finish my drink, one of the guys starts giving me a lap dance. I try to refuse, but it turns out the girls already paid for it. I’m dying laughing through the whole thing, as are the girls. Girls tell me it was a present to make up for last time (last time we were there I was so blitzed, I don’t even remember the multiple lap dances they/I paid for). I gladly return the favor, and buy them each a lap dance. There was something so entertaining about watching this Russian guy grind Kate and slap her butt. I thought she was going to die from embarrassment. Well worth the money!! We hang out, have some fun, have a few more drinks. I find a stripper I hit it off with, get a lap dance (and a few extra songs for free). He gives me his number and we make plans to meet up later in the weekend. The upstairs at OG starts to close down, so we grab a cab to Drai’s. The guy from NY had been texting, so I tell him to meet us at Drai’s. We get there around 3:30, and it’s even more of a clusterf*** than usual. The NY guy shows up with a couple friends. Kate is drunk by this point and decides she wants to leave. Marie isn’t feeling great either, so they take off back to the hotel. After fighting crowds, and the guys palming the bouncer enough cash, we finally get in to Drai’s. (Vegas really needs a more afterhours places…). 20 minutes later I’m ready to leave. It’s too crowded for me, people are being rude, I’m just not feeling it. So NY and I take a cab back to his room. His roomie is asleep in the second bed. That’s not usually my style, but I’m pretty drunk and figure what the hell, I’m in Vegas. We do our thing, I get myself back together and cab back to the hotel. Get to my room and crash about 5am.
I still have no idea if his roomie ever woke up or not. Lol.
I lose sight of Kate and Marie in the crowd, and stay nestled with the Canadians and gay guys. Deadmau5 finally comes on; 3 songs in and I’m less than impressed. I tough it out on the packed floor for a couple more songs before start to feel like I’m going to pass out. Security ends up having to help me out of the crowd. They get me water, and help me outside to get some fresh air. I make my way through the crowd outside, and end up running in to some guys we had met earlier in the week. They’ve got a table in a really good location outside, so I kick it with them, sipping my water, and chill for a while. I get a text that Marie couldn’t handle the crowd (and Kate isn’t a deamau5 fan), so they had already called it quits and were back at the hotel gambling. I try to muster up the desire to stay longer and go all out for my last night, but I’m just not feeling it. I finally call it quits about 3am, head to hotel, gamble with the girls for a bit, and we all crash.
Think I may have to write anonymous TR's for all my Vegas trips! Lol
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