So I ask my fiancée what day it is and she lets me know it is Friday. This is a surprise to me because the last 2 days have flown by in drunken stupor. I smooth things over with her and she just laughs at me because I'm a mess. At this time I feel like I need some liquids before this hangover runs a train on me. Me and MN head down to the gift shop and each buy 3 or 4 different drinks and go sit out in the little pool area in the middle of the Venetian. We try to collect our lives and drink some fluids. It finally feels like we're starting to come back to the world(ie sober up) so we go upstairs get changed and decide to walk over to PH for Earl of Sandwich. Earl of Sandwich is a must have every time I'm in Vegas.
We walk over to PH and stand in line and the hangover starts to hit me... I'm struggling hard and feeling pretty nauseous. I figure the amazing Hawaiian chicken sandwich may help... nope. I can only must about 3 bites before quitting. MN is in slightly better shape but sees I'm struggling so we get the rest of the food to go and walk back to Venetian. I actually considered taking a cab I was hurting so badly. We get back to venetian and I'm thinking I may need a nap or some sleep. MN knows that if this happens I might not wake up for 5-6 hours.
MN makes me go watch the weigh in with him at the Venetian sports book. He orders a red bull and I get a water, weak I know. We watch Mayweather and Pacquiao weigh in and I'm telling MN I may need to go back to the room because I feel like hell. He halfway ignores my request and says let's go play some poker. I begrudgingly agree and we sit down at a 1/2 no limit table. I start playing a couple hands and the waitress comes over. I have the brilliant idea to order Pineapple vodka and MN agrees it sounds refreshing to cure our hangovers. We down a couple of these and I'm back on board, no more nap for this guy. We start slamming drinks and staying about even over the next few hours.
Now we didn't have any plans that night and are winging it but one of my friends was staying over at the Mirage. We decide to meet up with her at Rockhouse and they just got off the ferris wheel all you can drink. She's feeling pretty buzzed but MN orders us a couple rounds of Fireball shots. These were not your average shot, more like a half glass of booze, I was the only one that slammed it in one gulp. MN and my friend eventually finish theirs and almost instantaneously my friend, we'll call her KS, is an absolute gong show. She's slurring words and talking really loud, generally being really annoying. Somehow the people she's with ditch her and we head back to Venetian.
Once in the Venetian we get on the elevator and there's a guy talking on the phone. KS starts answering him as if he is talking to her but he's trying to ignore it. Eventually she gets within inches of his face to the point he can't ignore it. Luckily he is cool about it and laughs, I apologize for her being a mess. We head up to our room in Venetian and chill for a bit and watch tv. KS lays down on the couch but after 10 minutes we realize this could be a disaster if we fall asleep. We decide to go check out the Bellagio fountains since we have yet to see them this trip.
We decide a cab is the best route at this point. There's a huge line for the cabs at venetian being that the fight is the next day. MN pulls the power move and gives the guy $20 to jump to the front of the line, best $20 we spent all weekend. It probably saved us an hour of standing in line. Traffic is heavy on LV boulevard but the Mirage show starts going off right as we're stopped for a light, that was a nice bonus. We get to Bellagio and watch the fountains then decide to walk over to PH for another Fireball shot. On the way across the street I roll my freakin ankle in a crack and am hobbling into PH. We take the drink then literally on the way back I roll my ankle in the same freakin spot... I think Vegas is telling me your time is almost over.
We watch the show once more than grab a cab from Bellagio to the Mirage because why not. MN and I go to the bar at the mirage and start ordering drinks and somewhat try to ignore KS because at this point she' s beyond ridiculous. She decides she wants a piece of cake and goes and buys one. While at the bar we meet this awesome Australian couple. They are super friendly and we talk with them for about an hour or so while drinking. They explain Australia and where I should go if I visit. I try to explain North Dakota and college hockey to them, they are surprised it's such a huge sport there. Luckily KS decides to go up to her room so we say our goodbyes. MN and I head back to Venetian and at this point it is either 3 or 4. We grab some pizza and breadsticks and I decide that I want a couple hours sleep before the flight so I tell him I'm going to the room. He says he'd rather stay up and play poker and asks if I have $$ on me bc his is up in his room. I give him the $160 I have on me and say good luck. I get upstairs and crash next to all the other guys in the room.
Wake up to my alarm clock 2 hours later and feel like death, why did I go to sleep? I text MN and he responds with a picture of poker chips and says he made $1300 in the 2 hours I've been sleeping. He gets up to the room and is absolutely piss drunk and about $1k richer... I was happy for him but a little pissed I didn't do the same. We walk out of the lobby of the venetian and MN yells "I GOT MONEY!", it's an inside joke with our friends from a trip to Canada. We get a cab and as soon as we're in it I realize I feel like I could puke. The cab drivers starts driving west of the strip to the interstate, and MN and I are looking at each other like "hell no he better not be trying to screw us". He does and takes the interstate through the tunnel and we arrive at the airport with a final cab fare of $31 and change. MN tips the cab driver 8 cents, which I thought was a good amount. We were too drunk and ready to be home to argue with him.
We get into the airport and I grab a smoothie and actually run into the people I had recently bought my house from... small world. I make small talk and they're a sweet older couple so I try not to let on that I'm very drunk and hungover. Board the plane and take off, MN immediately passes out. I'm bumping to music on my headphones and decide to feel better I should order a beer. 2 bud lights later and I pass out listening to my music. When we land and are picked up MN's brother says we looks like death. When we get to my house my fiancée says MN looks like he aged 10 years. We go over to MN's brothers house to watch the Mayweather Pacquiao fight wishing we were still in Vegas.
The End
We walk over to PH and stand in line and the hangover starts to hit me... I'm struggling hard and feeling pretty nauseous. I figure the amazing Hawaiian chicken sandwich may help... nope. I can only must about 3 bites before quitting. MN is in slightly better shape but sees I'm struggling so we get the rest of the food to go and walk back to Venetian. I actually considered taking a cab I was hurting so badly. We get back to venetian and I'm thinking I may need a nap or some sleep. MN knows that if this happens I might not wake up for 5-6 hours.
MN makes me go watch the weigh in with him at the Venetian sports book. He orders a red bull and I get a water, weak I know. We watch Mayweather and Pacquiao weigh in and I'm telling MN I may need to go back to the room because I feel like hell. He halfway ignores my request and says let's go play some poker. I begrudgingly agree and we sit down at a 1/2 no limit table. I start playing a couple hands and the waitress comes over. I have the brilliant idea to order Pineapple vodka and MN agrees it sounds refreshing to cure our hangovers. We down a couple of these and I'm back on board, no more nap for this guy. We start slamming drinks and staying about even over the next few hours.
Now we didn't have any plans that night and are winging it but one of my friends was staying over at the Mirage. We decide to meet up with her at Rockhouse and they just got off the ferris wheel all you can drink. She's feeling pretty buzzed but MN orders us a couple rounds of Fireball shots. These were not your average shot, more like a half glass of booze, I was the only one that slammed it in one gulp. MN and my friend eventually finish theirs and almost instantaneously my friend, we'll call her KS, is an absolute gong show. She's slurring words and talking really loud, generally being really annoying. Somehow the people she's with ditch her and we head back to Venetian.
Once in the Venetian we get on the elevator and there's a guy talking on the phone. KS starts answering him as if he is talking to her but he's trying to ignore it. Eventually she gets within inches of his face to the point he can't ignore it. Luckily he is cool about it and laughs, I apologize for her being a mess. We head up to our room in Venetian and chill for a bit and watch tv. KS lays down on the couch but after 10 minutes we realize this could be a disaster if we fall asleep. We decide to go check out the Bellagio fountains since we have yet to see them this trip.
We decide a cab is the best route at this point. There's a huge line for the cabs at venetian being that the fight is the next day. MN pulls the power move and gives the guy $20 to jump to the front of the line, best $20 we spent all weekend. It probably saved us an hour of standing in line. Traffic is heavy on LV boulevard but the Mirage show starts going off right as we're stopped for a light, that was a nice bonus. We get to Bellagio and watch the fountains then decide to walk over to PH for another Fireball shot. On the way across the street I roll my freakin ankle in a crack and am hobbling into PH. We take the drink then literally on the way back I roll my ankle in the same freakin spot... I think Vegas is telling me your time is almost over.
We watch the show once more than grab a cab from Bellagio to the Mirage because why not. MN and I go to the bar at the mirage and start ordering drinks and somewhat try to ignore KS because at this point she' s beyond ridiculous. She decides she wants a piece of cake and goes and buys one. While at the bar we meet this awesome Australian couple. They are super friendly and we talk with them for about an hour or so while drinking. They explain Australia and where I should go if I visit. I try to explain North Dakota and college hockey to them, they are surprised it's such a huge sport there. Luckily KS decides to go up to her room so we say our goodbyes. MN and I head back to Venetian and at this point it is either 3 or 4. We grab some pizza and breadsticks and I decide that I want a couple hours sleep before the flight so I tell him I'm going to the room. He says he'd rather stay up and play poker and asks if I have $$ on me bc his is up in his room. I give him the $160 I have on me and say good luck. I get upstairs and crash next to all the other guys in the room.
Wake up to my alarm clock 2 hours later and feel like death, why did I go to sleep? I text MN and he responds with a picture of poker chips and says he made $1300 in the 2 hours I've been sleeping. He gets up to the room and is absolutely piss drunk and about $1k richer... I was happy for him but a little pissed I didn't do the same. We walk out of the lobby of the venetian and MN yells "I GOT MONEY!", it's an inside joke with our friends from a trip to Canada. We get a cab and as soon as we're in it I realize I feel like I could puke. The cab drivers starts driving west of the strip to the interstate, and MN and I are looking at each other like "hell no he better not be trying to screw us". He does and takes the interstate through the tunnel and we arrive at the airport with a final cab fare of $31 and change. MN tips the cab driver 8 cents, which I thought was a good amount. We were too drunk and ready to be home to argue with him.
We get into the airport and I grab a smoothie and actually run into the people I had recently bought my house from... small world. I make small talk and they're a sweet older couple so I try not to let on that I'm very drunk and hungover. Board the plane and take off, MN immediately passes out. I'm bumping to music on my headphones and decide to feel better I should order a beer. 2 bud lights later and I pass out listening to my music. When we land and are picked up MN's brother says we looks like death. When we get to my house my fiancée says MN looks like he aged 10 years. We go over to MN's brothers house to watch the Mayweather Pacquiao fight wishing we were still in Vegas.
The End
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