Bachelor Party Weekend: Strippers, A Pissed Off Neighbor, and The Kings Treatment

[Gumbo_Techno]

So I just got back from Vegas Monday, and am currently sitting in a hotel on a work trip, suffering from a severe case of post-Vegas depression, and figured I would get started on my trip from this past weekend. It was a bachelor party for my best friend of 15 years. Late last year, I got a phone call one night from him letting me know he just proposed to his girlfriend of 2 years and wanted me to be the best man in his wedding. I told him I would be honored to, and got to planning the logistics of the trip as soon as he told me he wanted to do it in Vegas. It was definitely one for the books and I'm glad to have spent the weekend with such a great group of guys.

Cast:

Me - 29, best man
K - 28, best friend/bachelor
T - 28, accompanied us on our last trip to Vegas (there's a TR somewhere, I'm too lazy to fetch the link)
W - 30, groomsmen, one of K's friends I haven't met
J - 29, another groomsmen, another one of K's friends I haven't met
A - 31, final friend of K I haven't met yet


Friday:

I landed in Vegas at around 12:30 PM. K landed about 30 minutes before I did and waited at the gate for me. After exchanging bro-hugs, we made our way to the baggage claim area where W and J were already waiting after getting there a couple of hours before we did. After the usual greetings and getting to know more about them since it was my first time meeting them, T eventually showed up and we grabbed an Uber to head to the AirBnB we had rented about 10 minutes from the Strip, but not before stopping at Walgreens to stock up on "essentials".

We get to the AirBnB where A was already there waiting for us after arriving on an early morning flight and spending the day with some family he had in the area. Immediately, we started pregaming, having a good time and being very LOUD (which would come back to haunt us). After a couple of hours of drinking, swapping stories and laughs, we decided to grab an Uber and head to the Strip. We were debating on going to a club that night, but since it was W and J's first time in Vegas we all agreed to start at Mandalay Bay and do some sight seeing for the evening and save our energy for Intrigue the following night.

The Uber showed up, and by that point, J was a bit hammered from pre-gaming on the flight over, at the airport, and at the house. That, with a lack of sleep from the night before due to work and flying across the country for this trip probably didn't help his cause much, but I didn't mind. He's hilarious and totally harmless at that. We get into the Uber and as soon as we get to a red light, a Fed-Ex truck pulls up next to us and J rolls down his window. "Hey, Mr. Fed-Ex man! You have a thankless job, you work so damn hard and I appreciate you!" We're all in the back laughing our asses off (I guess it's one of those things that you have to be there for it to be funny) as he's having a conversation with this guy, all the while the guy has a "Just another day in Vegas" look on his face. Before the light turns green, J says "I love you man!". The Fed-Ex guy chuckled and waved to us as the light turned green. Apparently his response wasn't good enough so in turn J yells out "LEMME SUCK YO DICK!". By that point, my sides are fucked. Like a white girl at a Katy Perry concert, I literally could not even. The FedEx driver looked at him as if he just kicked a cat, and drove off into the night.

We get to the Mandalay Bay and roam around for a bit (but not before getting the business card from the driver of a Dodge Challenger limo). We roam the casino floor for a bit, stop at the Ice Bar to take a shot, and walk over to New York New York, stopping for booze along the way. K really wanted to try out the restaurant Nine Fine Guys inside of NYNY, and I'm glad we did. It was delicious. After arguing back and forth for a little bit over who was gonna pay the tab (K wanted to pay it, but none of us wanted to let him since it's his bachelor party and he shouldn't be paying for anything), we made our way down to the MGM Grand to scope out some sights and pick up some swag for the McGregor-Mayweather fight in a couple of weeks. We had a few more drinks, and decided to head to Paris as a couple of guys saw the Eifell Tower on our way over and wanted to check it out. After doing some sight seeing there, we walked next door to Bally's. The other guys in the group aren't really big gamblers, and the drinks were kicking in for me so I decided to go play some craps while they did their own thing for a bit.

As I approached the table, I could hear all kinds of cheers and screams, and knew it would be a good one. I was a bit hesitant at first to jump in as I'm somewhat superstitious and didn't want to mess up the vibe, but fuck it, I ended up jumping in. I jumped in before the start of the new point, and much like my last trip to Vegas, this table was hot. Very first roll was a 7. Then an 11. Then another 11. "Come to Butthead", I say to myself. A point was finally established (4), and it was balls to the wall from there. Started out betting the pass line, odds, and 6 and 8. The 6 and 8 were hit a couple of times, followed by the point. For the next roll, I started betting across and pressing my bets when the number would hit. The shooter lasted for what felt like hours, but was really about 30-35 minutes, when K came up and said he wanted to head to the Spearmint Rhino. I told the dealer I wanted to pull all my bets back and color up, and not long after, maybe 2 rolls later, the shooter crapped out. None of us were mad, though, as it was a very good roll, and I ended up profiting about $500. I cashed out and called for a limo to Spearmint Rhino, and we were on our way.

Up next: Strippers and a visit from my neighbor

[Funkycold]

Keep it coming!

[matt1983]

More, more, mOre!

[Gumbo_Techno]

Friday (continued):

We meet up with the driver from Spearmint Rhino and make our way over there. FYI, if you ever want to go to a strip club, call ahead and have them come pick you up in a limo. You won't have to pay a cover and you'll get "VIP treatment" (by that I mean skipping the lines, going through the back door, etc). Just make sure you tip the driver.

Anywho, we arrive at the Rhino, grab a table and set up shop. I'm checking out the sights and the women here are gorgeous. We're all just hanging out, enjoying a drink, a couple of us have girls sitting on our laps, when out of nowhere I hear a loud "FUCK YOU!" and look over and see one of the dancers sitting on J's lap gives him the middle finger and storms off, while J is sitting there smiling like the Grinch. When I asked him what happened, he said "I told her I wanted to play with her booty with my tongue, but I guess she wasn't having it!". Don't ever change, J.

I bought K a few dances, A went in the back with one of the dancers, lots of drinks were consumed and it was an overall good time. I bought 30 minutes in the VIP room with one of the strippers that came sit on my lap. When I got back, A still wasn't back from his time in the VIP room and I started to wonder if he got abducted or something. Just as I brought it to K's attention, he came strolling in out of nowhere. "We've gotta get out of here before this woman makes my empty out my bank account" A says with a laugh and all of the other guys agree that it's been fun and we should call it a night.

As we're heading to the cab line, I think to myself "To hell with this, I didn't come to Vegas to sleep. I'll do that when I get home". It was about 2:30 AM and I brought up the idea of heading to Drai's Afterhours. T decided to tag along while the rest of the guys went home. We get to the Cromwell and decide to play some blackjack for a bit. I bought in for $500 and the dealer was absolutely putting it to me. T had busted out and was pretty much kicking back and enjoying the free drinks. I got down to my last $50 when the table made a sudden turn and I ended up making all of my money back. That was our cue to get the hell out of there and head over to Drai's.

The line was rather long and after about 30 minutes or so, I decided to walk up to the front and strike up a conversation with one of the bouncers, hoping that with a bribe we'd be able to skip the line. He politely, but sternly told me "no, I can't do that". I went back in line and gave T the news. We struck up a conversation with a couple standing behind us and apparently Drai's Afterhours doesn't play house music anymore, only hip-hop (apparently, can anybody else confirm?). At that point we decided to call it a night and Ubered back to the house.

As the Uber pulls up to the house, we see a lady standing by the front door, knocking. We get out and I ask her if there's something I can help her with. She tells us that she lives next door, we are being ridiculously loud, her and her kids are trying to sleep and that she doesn't appreciate having a plunger thrown into her pool. Me and T look at each other and I ask her to repeat that. Apparently, one of the guys (come to find out, it was none other than J) threw a plunger over the fence separating our yards and it landed in her pool. At that point, I started apologizing profusely and telling her that I would take care of it. She was pretty livid to say the least, and told me in so many words that if it happens again, the police would be called. Hell, I'm surprised she didn't do that in the first place, being that she lives next to an AirBnB rental (in Las Vegas) and I'm sure it's pretty common to get loud parties like us,but I'll take it. Needless to say, we piped the fuck down and went to bed.

Up next: Bottle Service Rookies Receive The Kings Treatment.

[matt1983]

Ah yes, I think a lot of us here have run into, "the wrong stripper" at one time or another. Rhino is a fun place to visit.

[Anthony Pretto]

Loving the story!

[robtmufc]

Come on dude don't leave us hanging!!

[VegasDave]

The wait is real!!!

[Funkycold]

Bruh!!! Why you playing with our emotions?!

[Gumbo_Techno]

Sorry for the delay guys, life has had me busy. I'll have the next day of the TR posted sometime this weekend

[VegasDave]

Lies! ALL LIES!!!

[wat]

Lies! ALL LIES!!!

+1

Good shit so far - keep it coming!

[Gumbo_Techno]

Again, sorry for the delay guys. The past month has been really crazy on my end.

Saturday:

HEE HEE HAW HAW OH MY GOD MOMMY WATCH THIS SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

That was what I woke up to early Saturday afternoon. The kids next door and their parents having a pool party. At first, I was pissed and wanted to choke somebody, but then I remembered what had happened the night before..that, coupled up with the fact that it was Saturday afternoon, which was a totally reasonable time to have a pool party made me simmer down a bit.

I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs where all the guys were recapping the night before. "The Holy Spirit came inside of me and made me throw the plunger into that lady's yard this morning" was J's explanation for what he did. That was the running joke for the rest of the trip - J and his plunger tossing. We hung around for a bit before grabbing an Uber to head downtown to do some sight seeing. We went get some pizza, had a couple of beers, and me, T, J, and K decided to go do the Zipline. Super, super fun, would highly recommend. After that, we decided to go to The D to kill some time for a bit. The guys went upstairs to play on this coin operated horse racing machine (again, super fun, especially when drunk), and I decided to go try my luck again at craps.

Like deja vu, it was on fire again. The older gentlemen next to me was absolutely killing it. Bought in for $200 and I got up to roughly $750 before he finally crapped out. I cashed out, went meet the guys upstairs at the horse racing machine and decided to join in on the debauchery. Me and J decided to each place a 50 cent bet (for shits and giggles) on a pair of horses that had 200-1 odds. We didn't think the pair would actually win, and they did. We both screamed and took a lap around the casino floor while receiving all kinds of wtf looks from other patrons. I swear, we had a horseshoe up our ass that weekend (or that day, at least). We all played for a bit, then headed over to the El Cortez for old times sake, won another $150 in craps (compliments of J's fine shooting skills!), then decided to head back to the house to get ready for the night ahead at Intrigue.

Up next: Bottle service rookies getting the kings treatment.

[Gumbo_Techno]

We got back to our AirBnB at around 6:30-7:00, got some food off of UberEats, showered, got dressed and started pre-gaming. Earlier that day, I called the guy with the Dodge Challenger limo and arranged for him to come pick us up at 9:30. 9:30 comes rolling around and there he is with it, I wish I would have snapped a picture because the limo was BEAUTIFUL. We grab a few beers and a bottle of Ron Rio (running joke between a couple of guys in the group to get smashed off of cheap liquor..fuck if I know) and head out to the Wynn. We're all feeling pretty good at this point after drinking a few beers and polishing off the bottle of Ron Rio (much to my surprise, it was pretty good and smooth for cheap liquor). We get to the Wynn at around 10:00 or so, and I shoot Bobby Yeadon (who was fucking AWESOME, more details to come) a text to let him know we're there and ask him if he still wants us at the club by 10:30. He says 10:30 won't be a good time as they won't be quite open yet, but to stick around and he'll text me. Cool.

We head over to the Sports Book for some more drinks, shots, and to shoot the shit for a little bit. Me and K eventually left to go walk around the casino for a bit and do some people watching. The Wynn is a beautiful property, will definitely try to stay here next time I'm in town. We decide to sit down and play some blackjack for a bit. I was up around $200 and K was about even when Bobby texted me and said to head over to Intrigue. We went cash out, grab the guys, and made our way over there. What happened afterwards totally blew me away.

Before I continue on to the next part, let me just say this: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for talking trash about bottle service and how, to me, it was such a waste of money. I never saw the appeal in paying $400-$600 for a bottle of liquor I can get at the store for $40. I always thought it was overrated and overhyped, but for K's bachelor party, we all agreed to it since we wanted to make it special for him (and curiosity got the best of me). There were no regrets.

I call Bobby to let him know that we are at Intrigue and ask for further instructions. I told him I was in the bottle service table line (where there were about 10-20 people waiting) and he told me "nah man, no need to wait in line. Go to the rope and ask for so-and-so". Did just that, gave him the shake (which I was supposed to give to Bobby, drunken rookie mistake but Bobby was cool with it and said it'd be settled as they both work together), and Bobby came meet us. Shook hands, introduced him to my group, and off we went to get our ID's checked along with a pat down. After that, we followed Bobby into the club where he informed us that he upgraded our table to a better location due to a last minute cancellation. Go Bobby.

We get to our table, meet our waitress and busser (for that part of the evening), and get settled in. K,J, T, and A decided to go walk around the club for a bit while the waitress went over the menu with me and W for few. We ordered 2 bottles of Grey Goose for a special price that Bobby got us set up for. Our waitress came back and poured each of us a drink. "This bottle service shit is kinda cool" I said to W as I'm kicked back, doing some people watching. I decided to browse the menu thoroughly to see what our options are and I noticed how expensive everything was. I came to the realization that we wouldn't get very far with 6 of us on a $1500 minimum (another rookie mistake, I know), so I decided to take my winnings from the casino (and a little extra) to add on to our minimum. After settling that with the waitress, Bobby texted to see how we were doing, and I told him we were good and that $1,500 wouldn't get us very far so we added on to our minimum. He said something along the lines of "Cool deal, enjoy your night! Let me know if you need anything".

I stepped away to go use the rest room and as I was walking back to the table, I noticed somebody in a suit and one of the waitresses was grabbing our things, while the rest of the guys in my group were standing there looking kinda confused. I was under the assumption that we were being kicked out. "J got his hands on a plunger and threw it across the club", I said to myself. I went up to the guy in the suit and asked him what was going on. He told me he received a text from our host to upgrade our table. GO BOBBY.

We ended up with a table right on the dance floor that was to the left of the DJ booth. All of the guys are confused as to why this happened and I told them I upgraded the minimum as it wouldn't get us very far with 6 guys and a $1,500 minimum. They had all offered to help split whatever I threw down to upgrade but I told them we'll worry about it in the morning and for now, just to enjoy the night. K was smiling ear to ear and was very much enjoying himself, as were the rest of the guys. Me and K were having a drink and talking and he said he was very grateful as to how we've outdone ourselves for his bachelor party, and how it'll be a weekend he'll never forget. We shared some drunken sentiments about how long we've known each other, how far we've come, and how we'll be brothers until our caskets close. I'd take a bullet for K, and it really made me and the rest of the group happy to see that he was enjoying his bachelor party.

I stepped away to go use the bathroom (again..once the seal is broken, that's it) and came back to a group of about 7 girls at our table. I've heard the horror stories about bottle rats in Vegas and how they are. My first instinct was to have security ask them to leave, but the other guys seemed to have been enjoying their company and I figured I'd at least get a feel for them before taking any action. J informed me that he invited them to come to our table. I started talking to one of the girls in the group and she said they were all there from Arizona for a bachelorette party. She seemed pretty cool, as did the rest of the group, so there was no problem with them sticking around for a bit.

The opening DJ was playing some nice tunes, K was dancing with the bachelorette and the rest of us were dancing with her friends. The beer was flowing like wine, and we ordered a bottle of champagne. The girls in the group would politely ask us if it was okay if they had a drink, our waitress constantly checked in on us, our busser was on top of his game (if you happen to be reading this, I admire your hustle), and the music was solid. We were all having a wonderful time and were all in awe as to how awesome this experience was and they were treating us like Gods.

K, J, and A went out to the dance floor for a bit with their girls while me, W, and T hung out at the table and talked to the girls with us. I was chatting with one of them when out of the corner of my eye I noticed some drama was about to go down with W and a guy sitting at a table behind us. The guy sitting at the table behind us was yelling something at W, making aggressive gestures, and looked like he was about to hop over the barrier to come into our section. I walked over to see what was going on when one of his friends grabbed him and pushed him down in his seat. The guy that pushed him down apologized profusely to us and stated that his friend is a moron when he's drunk. No worries, we are all here to have a good time. I asked W what that was all about and apparently one of the girls in that section started talking to him and shaking her ass in his face, and the dude got all pissy. Sorry for partying.

[Gumbo_Techno]

K, J, A, and their girls came back to the table right as Laidback Luke was coming on. I was stoked to see him. Personally, I prefer the older stuff he used to play, but he's so awesome from a technical standpoint. He was playing a fun set and had the whole club rocking. 3 girls from the bachelorette party ended up leaving when one of them had too much to drink and had to go to back to their hotel. The other 4 ended up leaving about an hour or so later, and gave J their number to join them at the Aria pool tomorrow. K remarked that it was a good thing they left, as the bachelorette was making some serious propositions to him.

Things started to get blurry at this point. I remember Laidback Luke had wrapped his set up, the opener came back on and the club started emptying out. All of the guys looked wiped out and defeated. I went ahead and closed out our tab, tipped the busser and waitress, and honestly...that's the last thing I remember. How I got home after that is a mystery.

Up next: Sunday funday