One man on a quest

[LXJEDi]

“One man on a quest” aka “How to make friends and inebriate people”

Okay so I’m going to have a go at this. I’ve a had a blast reading other people’s trip reports (big thumbs up to Brooklyn Marc) on this site so I figured why not have a try at churning out my own, if anything just to re-live what was an epic trip and to remind myself of some lessons (both great and brutal) I learned and amp myself up for the next time (which is December 2015 on Rodeo weekend, seems I can’t get enough!). So this was my third trip to Vegas, and this time I chose to go it alone. First time I was taken there by my buddies, and though it was fun it ended up being more of a chore coz they were not really party people, and the second time it was with my then girlfriend which was its own brand of fun. This was meant to be the revenge trip, where I did Vegas on my own terms and let loose with no holding back. For anyone planning a solo trip, hope you get something out of this, if anything to not make the same mistakes I did. More on this at the end.

The trip was Thurs 24 Sept to Tues 29 Sept and I had planned it down to the minute, booked the MGM and had presale GA tickets for day and night clubs every single day based on advice from JC. I had even scouted out the best places for reasonable eats and drinks during downtime on and near the strip, and tried to get in touch with a few JC members but drunkenness kinda killed that (sorry MA51IV, next time).

[LXJEDi]

[Thursday]

So quick backstory, I get to LAX to catch my flight to McCarran and am already amped with that feeling, the rush of anticipation for the madness soon to follow, and it seemed to set the scene quite nicely for the trip to come coz I was chatty and friendly (am usually quite reserved without a few drinks in me) with pretty much everyone I met. Great example of this was I was in the waiting area for my flight when two hot girls, blonde and brunette sat next to me and I immediately said hey. Anglicized African accent gave me away and they asked where I was from, got into the whole story of being from South Africa yet have been hooked on coming to Vegas last few years. Turned out they were from San Diego, brunette was the older sister and the younger had just turned 21, legal drinking age and all so she was taking her on a pilgrimage to baptize her in booze. They had never been to Vegas before so even though foreigner that I am, I start chucking out all this great advice on what they should do (thanks JC!) laced with the stuff I already knew, clubs to hit, DJS, EDM vs Hip hop, bottle service vs GA, the unique vibe of dayclubs, getting there early and even went into the whole deal with the sandwich to get a better room. Turned out they were at the MGM too and vowed to try it, so I asked them to let me know how it went and made a move to hang with them and…first mistake, while the older sister was super keen, I made a play for the younger, she had legs for days and I got blinded. While not quite as keen, she gave me her number and I had to bail to catch my flight, Spirit Airlines (%$#%, never again).

Uneventful flight, had a couple of whiskeys to get the party started and landed late Thursday afternoon. Immediately asked the cab driver to take me to a liquor store off strip to stock up and I grabbed some bottles of bourbon, whiskey, chocolate Malibu, Goose, strawberry vodka, tequila, pack of beers, mixers and paper cups like a crazy person, even the cabbie asked if I was planning a bachelor party for ten and I was like, “Nope, why do you ask? Just me.” So I get to the MGM, happy to be checking in on a Thursday with no mega queue, but fuck my luck I get some trainee receptionist with a serious lady alongside showing him the ropes for check in. As charming as I tried to be in trying to score an upgrade it was clear they were not having it, even with a hand shake so I let it slide and sure as sunshine follows rain ended up with a crappy room with a view of the back lot (big lesson learned, should have gone with another hotel for this and many other reasons to follow). Ah well, the room is just a place to rest your head, I mean might as well be Circus Circus right? Only way to fix this downer and get my buzz back on was pregame so hooked up my speakers and turned up the beats, hitting the bourbon hard. Thing with rolling solo is you have to keep the energy levels high but not too high that you crash coz there is nobody for backup, so long as I remembered that I could pace myself. With enough liquor in me I started back and forth texting leggy blondie to ask if they got in okay, great room, plans for the night etc. and she texts back the most bland, disinterested “hope you have a great time ok? Bye now” type texts you can imagine so quickly figured out it was a no go. Had already bought presales for DJ Ruckus at Hakk (realized later I might not have had to coz I was staying at the hotel) so my plans for the night were set, but it was still early like 19h00 or so and I needed the right scene. Downstairs MGM was dull as dry balls so I called up a free limo to a strip club, decided to give Lil Darlings a go as I hadn’t been before. It was ok, highlights were having to fend off a pair of persistent latino girls who had an answer for every nice version of no till I had to hide in a corner by the main stage. Got rescued by another gorgeous tall latino lass with curves like a G8. Sat square in my lap and started shooting the shit, real random convo and rating the girls on stage. Eventually the night was getting on, the music started pumping louder and the grade of stage dancers better and better. Eventually this petite tattooed Asian chick comes out and starts twirling on the pole, pulling splits, twerking and gyrating with some out of this world acrobatics; basically had every guy’s attention. All the gals were so mad jelly. Even my girl couldn’t lie, her friend was a beast and could pull a crowd, so we decided to make it rain for her along with everyone else using a bunch of bills I had. Not much else went down, got some lap dances from Curvy Cutie, she showed off her super sexy fake moan she had been teasing me about all night, and tipped her generously. Only problem, and biggest fail of Lil Darlings, as a nude club there was no alcohol so I was pretty sobered up at this point, time to bail. Limo got me back about 23h00 and I immediately got to the room to get the state back up with tequila shots. Overdid it a bit in an attempt to make up time so rest of night was a bit of a blur. Remember getting to Hakk and it was kinda empty but quickly filled up by midnight. DJ Ruckus came on and was wild, by then I was pretty well lit and was getting into random conversions with everyone around me. The point on having your own spot with bottle service was pretty clear, I bounced around the club randomly and eventually bailed when the drain of having travelled arrived and immediately partied with no food kicked in. Left the club about 04h00 and went straight up to my room and passed the eff out….

[LXJEDi]

[Friday]

So I woke up Friday like 10h00 with a mother of a hangover, didn’t feel up to much, had a pounding headache and that lethargic feeling. Somehow I willed my body to leave the room and wander around downstairs, felt a lot better after getting hydrated. Still felt like shit and not up to much, but that changed after digging into an epic salad and wrap at Earl of Sandwich, man their stuff is hangover heaven. Hung out a bit at Planet Hollywood and grabbed some beers to get back in the zone, wondered not for the last time why the hell I wasn’t staying at this end of the strip…anywayz…since the hangover was fading I headed back to the room to get pumped, on my floor I ran into two English gals looking worse for wear, clearly still plastered from the night before and trying to get back in their room, only they were using the key card in my door. Just joked it off about how crazy Vegas can get and worked out that they were actually in the adjacent room. So when their card works they open the door and their two other galpals are inside also looking completely finished, they wandering around the room in their undies all zombiefied going on about how long room service is taking. First thing in my mind I blurt out “I’m like, right next door, you ladies wanna do some shots?”, and three of ‘em came right over to hit some Malibu and strawberry vodka and turn up the beats (great thing I had liquor and brought my laptop loaded with EDM, not a huge fan but I love what it makes white chicks do). The one chick even finishes my crisp cobb salad I was keeping for later so thanks for that. Other chick who didn’t pitch shows to tell them their room service has arrived and they bail, didn’t mind tho, I was now suitably pumped and ready with my presale to head out for TJR at EBC (thanks maxutilsperusd! Solid advice).

Got there quite early, lines were nonexistent and few people there, so chatted with the bartenders and smoking bikini bunnies (seriously there was the one girl there who was fine as $!#@$#!@) while I ordered drinks, the accent worked as nice ice breaker, they figured I’m foreign and wanted to know where I’m from. Joked with them that they’d definitely never seen my passport before (Tanzania? Fuck no they hadn’t) or knew where I lived (South Africa, that’s a country?) and it was a chill way to pass the time. Plus with the tip after I ordered I had a connect the rest of the time to get drinks from when the place got more rowdy, and that it did! So I wander around and find a spot to chill with my drink, watch the world go by, my buzz was going steady and was ready with cheesy one liners if anyone was open. The opening DJ started kicking some ass and people were filling the dance floor and splashing around the pool. I found a spot to chill near the dance floor, met a crew from NYC who had a great vibe, hung for a bit. Bunch of hot girls were trying hard to take selfies in the pool without falling in with their phone, jumped in there to help. This was a great trick I learned for rolling solo, there are always hot chicks trying to take selfies so get in there and politely offer to take the shot. So I take the one and then jokingly say they have to take a naughty one coz hey its Vegas and oh yeah did they let loose. Hang some more with the NYC crew, place starts to get crazier with girls now getting on the poles in the middle of the pools to show off their mad skillz. Thing about being solo and showing early is that you quickly spot groups vs anomalies so I notice this one cute Latina chick has been doing the rounds and is also alone. I give the look, y’know the nod like I see you, go on with your bad self and she smiles back like yeah it’s rough out ‘chea. So TJR comes on and man it starts pumping, pool is now well packed, dance floor is a mass of writhing bodies and I can’t take it anymore, I jump in the pool and join the insanity. Ratio is pretty decent so it’s not like dancing around with a sea of dicks there are a fair number of hot assets letting it loose around me so I’m all gravy. I spot Latino chickie has been invited to a cabana and is grinding some dude, I give her some fist pumps in honour and she laughs. A bit spent after a while so chill by the edge of the pool to hang back and watch the chaos, these two curvy cuties start working it right in front of me showing off all sorts of junk in the trunk. Just kept a chill vibe and smiled, they both later sat next to me and I was ready with the one liner like how much mad fun it is out here. Accent to my aid again they like where you from, I do the whole story and finish off with a twist like ladies like you are the reason a guy like me will fly across the world to see fucking Vegas, that worked smooth as Johnny and apple juice. The one closer to me is a bit cold, other chick is all sorts of interested and she sez I have to take a swig of her large pink drink, I flirt like I’d lose 10,000 man points if I did so she gets all up in my face and says I have to do it. Take a drink, vibe some more, the other girl starts opening up and turns out they paramedics from LA taking a break for the weekend, I’m all jokes that I’m gonna jump in the pool and fake drown so I can get mouth to mouth, I’m on fire with the one liners now that the goose has got me loose. So this dude with a lilypad rocks up and is chatting to them, I actually thought he was with them coz they were in the pool together earlier, the chicks introduce me and are all like you gotta meet this dude etc. so chap gets drinks from his pad and gives us all shots. Ladies then head to the bathroom and I’m yukking it up with dude, and he’s like “So wats the deal how you know those girls?” I’m all bro I just met them just now and he is floored, goes into his tale of woe like he from Oregon and broke up with his girlfriend, came out to Vegas and has been trying to get laid with flirty busty Beckie, apparently they met the night before at Omnia and he spent like two large and still has blue balls, that he has never spent so much and got jack before. As we chatting TJR goes off and it’s winding down, even spot the ladies walking the other side of the pool and right the fuck out, and dude is pissed. I’m just going with the flow and go off to get a drink for the road, spot Latino cutie with the booty leaving with Cabana dude and give her a wink. So then I make another bad call, in my drunken state I decide I’m walking back to MGM. For one its far as fuck and not for the first time I wonder how stoopid I am for staying so far from the action, for another I mistime the flow of the crowd at an intersection and walk right through, *this* close to getting fucked by an SUV which comes ploughing through….

[LXJEDi]

….but I make it back eventually and ignore the pussy in me that is tempting me to “take a nap”. Instead I hit some bourbon and head back downstairs looking for trouble. Not for the first time, MGM is dead relative to the state I’m in, more old fogies and family friendly than debauchery unchained. I find a bar with a rowdy enough looking crowd and try to get my morale up again, check my phone for the first time in a while and have a text from MA51IV, has a bunch of Vegas newbies in his crew so doing a limo tour and wants to know if I’m keen. Am kinda torn, but I have never been to Omnia and already have presale for AVB, so I decide to go with that (sorry bro). So even though my ass is grass at this point, my fucking idot mind tells me the EBC walk was not that bad so I decide to walk to Omnia at Ceasars. I’m fucked but make it there eventually, and it is so worth it. Absolutely amazing club, worth experiencing at least once, and even tho its like 11h00 the place is already packed and bouncing with LEDs everywhere and chandeliers you have to see to believe. I’m taken up by the atmosphere and immediately make friends with a bartender (seriously, this is the easiest thing to do when rolling solo, after the first drink and a decent tip all you have to do is keep showing up again and they have your drink ready in a flash). GA is not plebsville as made out, though of course bottle service has all the best action and hottest ass, nevertheless I wander around doing my thing again, one liners warming up as the whisky hits my good bits. Don’t remember much else about this night tbh but there were a few highlights. I met an Asian crew from Michigan (?) I think, like four guys and six gals or so, they were fab people and not for the last time went into the wat brings you to Vegas story. One dude was awesome, he all like, well talk to that girl over there she been eyefucking you a while, and sure enough she then passed by with the sideeyes and smize and I laughed my ass off. Dude was like he had to get us all shots and he did, hung with them for a bit and he starts introducing me to the group. One of the girls was tentatively keen, but it was then that my drunk and overeager ass made me make a bad play, went to make a joke with one of the hotter ones, the one liner like has she ever gone black, and it sank like fucking Jack with the Titanic, even homeboy whispers to me I hit on the wrong one she has a boyfriend. Sure enough few sentences later the girls hint to the guys to get rid of me so I fist bump my boy and bail. Later I meet some voluptuous Peurto Rican siren bursting top and bottom out of a curve hugging freakum dress and I’m magnetized into saying hello. She all smiles and has a melodic latin laced lingo that could melt cheese, I ask if I can get her drinks and she is game. We chill for a bit then she drags me to the dance floor and on our way I meet Michigan homie and he like yeah buddy. Dance with her till AVB comes up, place goes wild and she works her magic on me, grinding it way the fuck up on me, AVB plays This is what it feels like and I’m pumping my hands in the air like this is why the fuck Vegas rules!

Anyway, can’t remember what went down, think she headed to the bathroom as I wandered off for more liquor can’t recall, but I lost her to the wind and next thing I remember I’m back in the MGM lobby still loaded but with enough energy to want to keep the night going. It is like 03h00 and I’m stumbling around by the entrance to Hakkasan, people are leaving there in droves too so I catch a seat at a pub to cool down and watch the talent. So I’m doing my third drink or so and this leggy beauty in a cocktail dress catwalks by, exotic like can’t tell if she black, latino, Middle Eastern or what so I open with how you doing, I will drive myself crazy all night if I don’t figure out where you from. She laughs and is like she been black, she red boned, from Austin and people always wonder where she from. Invite her for drinks and she just relieved to sit down, been in heels all night dancing in Hakk. I lay on every funny story in my repertoire, she seems good and the flirting is going back and forth. Must admit I lucked into this one, it wasn’t even a line, at this point I was like let’s do Drais After Hours, and she good, but first I gotta swing by my room, and she like cool let’s go. Get to my room and we hitting the vodka to pregame, she digging my music and the flirting continues. She drops it to the floor coz the song sed so and I spot the studs in her exposed midriff and am like wait a minute bring that over here, joke about it being mad sexier than a tramp stamp and that sets her off, she turns to straddle me and it is so on. I start hunting for piercings and keep finding more, even at the jackpot, I am completely primed. Never make it to Drais AH, we go at it a long while, in fact last thing I remember is the sun coming out and so I close the blinds and we pass the fuck out in a sweaty boozy mess….

{tbc}

[Brooklyn Marc]

Awesome start, good to see somebody posting a TR been a minute and this one is definitely getting me itching to make quick trip out there before year end! Keep it coming.

[wat]

Damn, bro - that's how you roll solo. Good work!

[pc101]

Really impressive!

[AusVIP]

I love reading Solo trips.

[Gumbo_Techno]

nice! keep it coming!

[MikeK32]

Awesome start man with the solo trip!

[ryan850]

Awesome trip report! I'm really digging your style of writing. Very entertaining. Plus I love reading solo trips. You always have that littler birdie in your head saying "don't be a bitch" which keeps you going when the voices start creeping in to take it easy.

[kp3205]

Great TR so far! It validates going solo can be better than with a group when done right.

[LXJEDi]

Thanks, putting together the rest from memory and hazy pics. Now that I've started got to find the time to finish the thing, amazing trip.

ryan850. Thanks, much appreciated. Didn’t think I would have much to report but I started it and the memories came flooding back.

kp3205. Agree completely. Obviously it’s fantastic to go with your mates and have the shared experience to recollect but, as I learned on my trip, going solo with an open attitude is also awesome.

[LXJEDi]

{Saturday}

Saturday gets off to an even rougher start I’m pretty wrecked. Erika (?) is up and decides to bail so she can get a head start on the walk of shame, doesn’t make sense the sun is pretty much out in force. I remain in bed feeling like complete shit, not really one to throw up or get pounding headaches, just a general lazy crap feeling from head to toe. The thought of food or water sickens me so I lay back in bed, start pounding beers and watch Ballers on my laptop. It’s a perfectly cheesy way to pass the time and get revved up, all I get from it repeatedly is that if you play the game you gotta leave it all on the field coz it will be all over in a flash and you don’t want any regrets. That mantra gets me going, it’s now about 13h00 and I don’t want to waste a whole day in Vegas. Freshen up with a shower and change and I’m halfway to alive again. Remember that checkin lady gave me two buffet tickets so force myself downstairs to get eats. In the line I’m ahead of some British dudes and overhear them doing their aftermath of last night, seems they had a table in Hakk and agreed on a split, but some lasses got the better of them and they ended up blowing their minimum out the water. The one dude paid the bill and now is telling his mates they have to chip in, tells them the additional figure is like 3 large and they are floored. I chuckle and chime in like that’s Vegas for you, they shake their heads. They take it in good spirits, apparently they came with a bunch of girls and told them they would have em covered but after the night before fuckit they intend to mooch off them the rest of the weekend. The thread on JC about peaking too early comes to mind…

I hit the buffet at the perfect time, the menu is transitioning between breakfast and lunch so I go to town with rounds of each, remember to stay hydrated and with each glass my spirits return to me. Check the celly to get back on track with the itinerary and I have a presale for Wet Republic. Can’t pussy out, that is right in the same hotel and its AvB again who was awesome the night before. I’m very late for it, I leave the buffet to get there and pay for it big time, it is about 14h30 and the line is frigging insane! Tell the dudes I have a presale but they really don’t give a shit, usher me into the masses and it takes at least 45 min to an hour to get in. Not really up to chat much in the queue, still pissed at myself, so just move with the crowd. Funny enough some burly Bulgarian fellas behind me start hollering when we get close to the spot where everyone is paying “Hey this guy needs to get in, he has a presale!” Good looking out, I’m ushered over and I’m in baby!

Now if I thought EBC was packed, Wet is on another level, the place is completely saturated with people dancing everywhere, little to no space in the main pool and every inch along the perimeter is taken. Talent is everywhere and the bikini bunnies are absolute knockouts. All I need is drinks to get lit up so I try the bartender trick with a rugged lumber sexual looking dude, he all about serving the hot ladies first though, fair enough, eventually get my shit, double whisky and rocks. Start the rounds to take it all in, music pumping, craziness in the pool, whistles going off every ten secs or so with lifeguards getting people the fuck out of the pool for all sorts of inebriated shit, and I run into solo Latino hottie again. I go hey you’re that chick from EBC, she remembers and we chat for a bit. She on the prowl again, I wish her luck and move on. Place too packed to move around much so find a vantage point at the top of some stairs to have my drink, bunch of girls ask me to take their photo and as usual get the nice and naughty shot. From my awesome new spot I have a great view of the DJ booth and crowd so get to see the place go even wilder as AvB comes on. I’m now bopping to the beats and a pretty cool couple joins me in my corner to check out the scene, we get to chatting. There are a series of steps just below us and even with the big fat Caution sign a continual stream of drunk chicks seem intent on slipping and falling down the wet steps it so we appoint ourselves the FAIL Watch Police. You can easily spot them, one after another comes a girl with the drink in the one hand, celly in the other, awkwardly taking that first step down. We don’t even get past “Hey, watch out, the steps are kinda…” and **splat**, legs give way and bum on pavement. Know someone coulda really hurt themselves and they really have to do something about those steps (right near the bar, next to the pool, bad idea) but at the time it was mad funny. Of course the worse the fall the more every chick tries to get up like it wasn’t no thing, looks up and, applause yeah we all saw that. After swinging past the bar for another round I do the pool walk again and run into Latino girl, she drink in hand and a super skinny short Latino dude with his arm around her laying on his game. I’m like wtf, and she looks back with a shrug like “Hey drinks is drinks”. Chill in the main pool for a bit, randomly meet a tattooed Asian chick that hugs me and sez I smell good (thanks, Homme by D Becks, never failed me), talk for a bit and she splits. It is way too congested and some chap next to me gets in a heated exchange with his gal for “talking to other guys too much”, so I hop to the side pool, less packed since it doesn’t have as great a view of the DJ booth but still rocking. I have an Aquapac with the cord around my neck (can’t have a wet passport), a queue of hotties are climbing out of the pool and the lead stops and goes, hey are you a lifeguard? I go nope, but only if you drowning I’m most def coming to save you, talk to em for a bit, their jam comes on and a couple of them stay to dance while the others get drinks. I’m later going for another round and spot this gorgeous knockout alone in the side pool, talking to some other girls but easy to spot not really part of the group, pussy move is I need some liquid courage before making a play but by the time I’m back from the bar she out of the pool and is heading out of Wet. Not much else going on so after a while I bail and make my way back to the room…

[LXJEDi]

Saturday night comes round, I have a presale for Tiesto at Hakkasan, and somewhere in the haze between hits of whisky I decide that this is the night I am going full Ballers, leaving everything on the field. Completely amped, I even suit up for the night, I recall a comment on JC saying there’s nothing like suiting up make you feel good and give the night some purpose, and I’m pretty down for anything. Get there good and early no mistake, presale line flowing like Biggie, even home boy at the door remembers me from Thursday. “South Africa! Back for more?” I get in and already the place is lit up, insanely better vibe than Thursday and it’s already an elbow to elbow job negotiating to the bar. First drink in hand I try to move around the main room and it is just a shit show, so I head to Ling Ling to see what’s up. I’m bopping my head as I get in, the DJ is spinning some sweet mixes of old and new school hip hop, place is jamming and as ever some fine, fine tail in the bottle service section (curses!). So I try my level best to keep cool, all in the corner with my drink like Bond is Black, but the DJ is on another level, transitions from Montell’s This is How we do it to Fetty Wap and smooth into some Pac, I can’t take it anymore and hit the floor. Outrageous out there and the beats keep pumping, bounce around with the crowd and I must be there at least an hour before I finally need a drinks break. Wander out back to the main club and it is jammed, feels like a half hour to take ten steps in this bitch. Fucking bottle service all the way in Hakkasan on a busy night, very true. So I finally grab a drink and decide fuckit can’t chill anywhere so I’m hitting the main floor. Lead up DJ is pretty sick, lays on beats that keep the party going, but he is nothing compared to the ManBeast that is Tiesto when he shows for his set. Absolute mayhem when he gets going, floor is jumping, cell phones out, drinks in the air, and he keeps us hooked with jam after jam.

Easily the most memorable point of my entire trip is during his set, he builds the club with a series of bangers, plays I can’t feel my face and is rocking with the beat, then slides it into a trailing hum and the lights go out…hangs it in silence a few seconds and a couple of spinning piercing blue lights come on and he goes clean into the hook “I wanna dance by water neath the Mexican sky…Drink some margaritas by a string of blue lights…Listen to the mariachi play at midnight…” Stops the song right there, cups an ear and asks the crowd “Vegas are you with me?” Like half the club goes hells yeah and he shakes his head like fucking pathetic, screams in to the mic “I said Las Vegas are you with me!”…and drops the beat. All sorts of lights come on, jets of air fire, confetti rains, fucking every person dance floor or not is a flapping ragdoll, place is vibrating, insanity reigns. Has the club in the palm of his hands and we are fucking puppets out there. I have never gone so crazy or partied so hard in my life, night’s motto was done, left all that shit on the field. Must have been easily on the floor for 3-4 hours straight, Tiesto’s whole set at least. Didn’t really feel it at all, way too much shit to recount but highlights were first off seeing a crowd of people who mostly didn’t know each other just losing it on the dance floor, inhibitions really go the heck out the door in Vegas. Never felt alone out there, cool thing about being quite tall, like 6ft 2, was that when ladies could spot that I was pretty much out there just for the music, my little pocket of space increasingly became a good spot for group after group of hotties to do their thing and avoid drama. For one there was always a group of dance floor crossing douches, fucking every club in the world has a series of ass clowns who think the dance floor is a thoroughfare. Even though I’m quite mellow, would just stand my ground and give a glance that sed does it look like I’m going to move, and the train would find another route. Quickly became a dancers only zone and nobody tried to venture through. Also floor was invariably skewed in favour of guys, and problem was, particularly in the case of one large group of European brotouchers (love that term), they would pretty much try to engulf every group of ladies that ventured in. Just partied in my little pocket and was having a blast, and time after time ended up having ladies find it and work it there. Easily most memorable was the one petite Asian chick in thigh high boots and booty shorts sporting an ass you can only get from intensive yoga, her and her crew lit the place the fuck up, twerked that yoga ass like the shit was for tips and her pals couldn’t help but also compete, beautiful. Not much else, another mad funny couple showed up and got down with me for a bit, dude was like how much energy do you have you been out here a while, after a while his chick is like so do you have any molly, thought I must be on something I was going so hard. This group of white chicks gets in there and the one with the fairly phat booty in a fuck me short black skirt starts winding on me, the dude and his wife give me a thumbs up like get in there buddy. They all bail after a good while, I was all about the beats and remained out there till Tiesto was through.
So after I finally get off the floor it then hits me that I do not have a lady friend, shirt all soaked in sweat is not a good look either so I close up the jacket and make haste to the bar to get back up to speed. Place still mad packed so figure I’ll head to Ling Ling, bouncer stops me like chief Ling Ling has been closed for over an hour, I’m like wat time is it and its about 3am. So it’s back to the mayhem of the bar upstairs and chilling with my drink notice this lean tall brunette swaying to the beat, smile and she reciprocates, go over and chat, from Wisconsin, here with her brother, first time in Hakkasan etc. Am so down to get with her, but overprotective big bro shows and quickly is all about getting her away from getting macked on. Fair game, I let it slide, though later dude is all up in some bunny while his sister is drunk and bored in a corner, could have let her have some fun too dude, ah well I leave it be. So for the only time in the whole trip, am there when a club closes, music stops, lights all come on and they start herding everyone out. Thoroughly tanked at this point, grab a juice and sandwich, head to the room and pass clean out…

{tbc}