This actually occurred a few years ago but as I'm new to the boards, I'm just posting now.
Backstory: I was the first of my friends to get married and many of my friends were still at their peak-partying stages so naturally we were going to vegas. One problem though - my wife wanted a stagette in Vegas too, at the same time as my stag. My friends were skeptical but i tols them we'd stay at different hotels and we wouldn't interfere with eachothers festivities.
Day 1: I flew down with my wife-to-be and 2 of her friends and caught a connecting flight with my two ushers (brothers) flying in from another city. 10am beers and shots in the airport lounge to kick things off. Upon arriving the girls head to the pool and we meet one of my groomsmen who flew in earlier and the 4 boys go gambling. Uneventful afternoon though the girls were pretty drunk and girl drama has already started as my wife-to-be is crying when I meet back up with her before dinner. I am immediately fearful she won't give us the freedom we initially agreed to for our Friday and Saturday festivities. Turns out the tears were from some minor girl drama and a lot of alcohol and after some drunk heartfelt apologies everyone is fine. The 4 guys and 3 girls head to fremont for some cheap eats and Usher1 (you will hear a lot about him) immediately starts flirting with single bridesmaid. We eat at some microbrewery just off fremont in a casino and all have drinks. The total for all 7 of us is $87. Groomsman can't believe it.He's never seen a bill so cheap that included food and booze for 7 people. He chuckles with giddiness, throws down a hundy and says it's on him.
We're now on our way to a secret speakeasy on Fremont East i heard about. Usher1 and single bridesmaid keep flirting. The Speakeasy doesn't have a menu, they just ask you what kind of cocktail you're in the mood for. some of us put more effort into describing what we want than others. Groomsman drinks bud light and doesn't know what to say. He literally says bring him whatever Waiter tries to urge him to describe something. Groomsman gives him a blank stare. Waiter asks if he likes a tart drink. Groomsman says sure. I immediately know he won't like it and think about ordering for him but I don't. He doesn't like it so I offer to trade him cocktails because I'm a nice guy and he just bought our dinner.
After our drink at the speakeasy, the girls are tired form their day partying and my wife-to-be tells me to come home with her as I'll have the rest of my weekend to party. I begrudgingly go with her while my Ushers and Groomsman keep partying on Fremont where they'll meet up with 5 guys coming in on a red-eye around midnight. Usher1 is devastated single bridesmaid is headed home for the night. All riled up, he heads to the rippers for lapdances. They start negotiating more than lapdances. The bouncer kicks him out at some point and he finds a lady of the night and literally a hole in the wall in some alleyway to get his for the night.
Meanwhile, Groomsman loses his money and his debit card won't work. He has lost the ushers (they're not picking up their phones, too busy getting lapdances I suspect) and calls me in panic. Maybe this is my ticket to have an excuse to go back to Fremont? Not wanting to piss off my wife-to-be, I give him numbers of the 5 guys who should be at Fremont soon and go to bed.
Day 2: I wakeup and checkout, say goodbye to the women and am ecstatic as I know it’s time for the real party to begin. I left my suitcase in the Usher’s room as they were already at the hotel we’d be at for the rest of the weekend. However, they decided to do some early-morning shopping at the outlets. The guys on the red-eye got a comped room at another hotel and the groomsman who flew in Thursday also got a comped room for Thursday before staying in the suite the rest of the weekend. So with an hour or so to kill, I lose $40 in a video poker machine but get 3 stiff drinks out of it. The Ushers then return and we grab some pizza and then head to the pool. Solid afternoon getting our buzz on and socializing with other partiers at the pool. Usher1 hits on a lot of women and drinks a lot. When we get up to the suite, the other 11 guys are already drinking and chainsmoking (my older brother and I are the only 2 of the 14 not smoking) and what was supposed to be a decorative fruit bowl on the table has turned into a giant ashtray. It’s pretty gross. We drink for about half an hour until the groomsman who was chief organizer tells everyone to go get ready for dinner and return in one hour. Usher1 desperately needs a nap/gallon of water but keeps going hard instead. We eat at a Brazilian steakhouse (where they bring all the meat around to your table) and head back to the room for some more predrinking. Over the next hour, we did a roundtable where everyone had a chance to tell a story or say something about the groom (me), and afterwards I went around the table and said something about each of the guys in attendance. There were many laughs and even a few tears and prob wouldn’t be for every group of guys but for a lot of us it was something we’ll always remember. Moving on.
As we enter bar1 of our pubcrawl, it is evident Usher1 and the old man of the group (my 35 year old cousin who was celebrating his 35th bday and used to be a vegas veteran before knocking up a cougar) were way too drunk for 10pm. As my older brother watched over Oldman to ensure he didn’t get booted out for being too drunk, Usher1 did not have any angels looking over him and a bouncer escorted him out. Now he could’ve waited about 20mins and probably hopped on the party bus but for whatever reason he wandered off into the Vegas abyss instead. We’ll come back to him. We load the bus, take all the watered down shots we can and make our presence known. Two of my buddies have a dance off on the stripper pole for an enthusiastic group of women celebrating their 40th birthdays. One of my buddies decides to start giving them lapdances but uses the small overhead TV unit as leverage for his lapdance and breaks it. He falls ontop of them and the TV crashes onto the floor. He sees an employee looking at him so he immediately gets up, walks to him, and offers him $200 if he doesn’t take his name down to pay for damages. Party captain accepts. Not sure if they would’ve charged him anyways but oh well. The rest of the night was fun but somewhat uneventful. Usher1 claims he passed out but a few months later (while drinking) lets it slip that wasn’t the case but refuses to tell us what he did/how much he spent/etc after leaving the group. I remember being in some birdcage-type structure at Light. One groomsman played high limit blackjack from 4am until 10am (and would only get about an hours sleep from 7am Fri until 4pm Sunday). It was a good warmup for the next day which was quite a bit more eventful (to be continued…)
Backstory: I was the first of my friends to get married and many of my friends were still at their peak-partying stages so naturally we were going to vegas. One problem though - my wife wanted a stagette in Vegas too, at the same time as my stag. My friends were skeptical but i tols them we'd stay at different hotels and we wouldn't interfere with eachothers festivities.
Day 1: I flew down with my wife-to-be and 2 of her friends and caught a connecting flight with my two ushers (brothers) flying in from another city. 10am beers and shots in the airport lounge to kick things off. Upon arriving the girls head to the pool and we meet one of my groomsmen who flew in earlier and the 4 boys go gambling. Uneventful afternoon though the girls were pretty drunk and girl drama has already started as my wife-to-be is crying when I meet back up with her before dinner. I am immediately fearful she won't give us the freedom we initially agreed to for our Friday and Saturday festivities. Turns out the tears were from some minor girl drama and a lot of alcohol and after some drunk heartfelt apologies everyone is fine. The 4 guys and 3 girls head to fremont for some cheap eats and Usher1 (you will hear a lot about him) immediately starts flirting with single bridesmaid. We eat at some microbrewery just off fremont in a casino and all have drinks. The total for all 7 of us is $87. Groomsman can't believe it.He's never seen a bill so cheap that included food and booze for 7 people. He chuckles with giddiness, throws down a hundy and says it's on him.
We're now on our way to a secret speakeasy on Fremont East i heard about. Usher1 and single bridesmaid keep flirting. The Speakeasy doesn't have a menu, they just ask you what kind of cocktail you're in the mood for. some of us put more effort into describing what we want than others. Groomsman drinks bud light and doesn't know what to say. He literally says bring him whatever Waiter tries to urge him to describe something. Groomsman gives him a blank stare. Waiter asks if he likes a tart drink. Groomsman says sure. I immediately know he won't like it and think about ordering for him but I don't. He doesn't like it so I offer to trade him cocktails because I'm a nice guy and he just bought our dinner.
After our drink at the speakeasy, the girls are tired form their day partying and my wife-to-be tells me to come home with her as I'll have the rest of my weekend to party. I begrudgingly go with her while my Ushers and Groomsman keep partying on Fremont where they'll meet up with 5 guys coming in on a red-eye around midnight. Usher1 is devastated single bridesmaid is headed home for the night. All riled up, he heads to the rippers for lapdances. They start negotiating more than lapdances. The bouncer kicks him out at some point and he finds a lady of the night and literally a hole in the wall in some alleyway to get his for the night.
Meanwhile, Groomsman loses his money and his debit card won't work. He has lost the ushers (they're not picking up their phones, too busy getting lapdances I suspect) and calls me in panic. Maybe this is my ticket to have an excuse to go back to Fremont? Not wanting to piss off my wife-to-be, I give him numbers of the 5 guys who should be at Fremont soon and go to bed.
Day 2: I wakeup and checkout, say goodbye to the women and am ecstatic as I know it’s time for the real party to begin. I left my suitcase in the Usher’s room as they were already at the hotel we’d be at for the rest of the weekend. However, they decided to do some early-morning shopping at the outlets. The guys on the red-eye got a comped room at another hotel and the groomsman who flew in Thursday also got a comped room for Thursday before staying in the suite the rest of the weekend. So with an hour or so to kill, I lose $40 in a video poker machine but get 3 stiff drinks out of it. The Ushers then return and we grab some pizza and then head to the pool. Solid afternoon getting our buzz on and socializing with other partiers at the pool. Usher1 hits on a lot of women and drinks a lot. When we get up to the suite, the other 11 guys are already drinking and chainsmoking (my older brother and I are the only 2 of the 14 not smoking) and what was supposed to be a decorative fruit bowl on the table has turned into a giant ashtray. It’s pretty gross. We drink for about half an hour until the groomsman who was chief organizer tells everyone to go get ready for dinner and return in one hour. Usher1 desperately needs a nap/gallon of water but keeps going hard instead. We eat at a Brazilian steakhouse (where they bring all the meat around to your table) and head back to the room for some more predrinking. Over the next hour, we did a roundtable where everyone had a chance to tell a story or say something about the groom (me), and afterwards I went around the table and said something about each of the guys in attendance. There were many laughs and even a few tears and prob wouldn’t be for every group of guys but for a lot of us it was something we’ll always remember. Moving on.
As we enter bar1 of our pubcrawl, it is evident Usher1 and the old man of the group (my 35 year old cousin who was celebrating his 35th bday and used to be a vegas veteran before knocking up a cougar) were way too drunk for 10pm. As my older brother watched over Oldman to ensure he didn’t get booted out for being too drunk, Usher1 did not have any angels looking over him and a bouncer escorted him out. Now he could’ve waited about 20mins and probably hopped on the party bus but for whatever reason he wandered off into the Vegas abyss instead. We’ll come back to him. We load the bus, take all the watered down shots we can and make our presence known. Two of my buddies have a dance off on the stripper pole for an enthusiastic group of women celebrating their 40th birthdays. One of my buddies decides to start giving them lapdances but uses the small overhead TV unit as leverage for his lapdance and breaks it. He falls ontop of them and the TV crashes onto the floor. He sees an employee looking at him so he immediately gets up, walks to him, and offers him $200 if he doesn’t take his name down to pay for damages. Party captain accepts. Not sure if they would’ve charged him anyways but oh well. The rest of the night was fun but somewhat uneventful. Usher1 claims he passed out but a few months later (while drinking) lets it slip that wasn’t the case but refuses to tell us what he did/how much he spent/etc after leaving the group. I remember being in some birdcage-type structure at Light. One groomsman played high limit blackjack from 4am until 10am (and would only get about an hours sleep from 7am Fri until 4pm Sunday). It was a good warmup for the next day which was quite a bit more eventful (to be continued…)
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