Meant to come on here pretty soon after I got back from Vegas, but with my birthday on the 2nd I pretty much forgot. Then I started back at work and haven't really had time.
So, 3 guys, was supposed to be 4 but one had some medical issues so couldn't come at hte last minute. Had a budget of $3800, not including flights and hotel, and planned on waxing the lot. First time for all of us so were unbelievably excited. Flight from Manchester was ok, with Thomas Cook. Was excited to get there for my first time so it dragged a bit, nothing a few beers couldn't sort.
First day, got there around 12, straight out of the airport in about 10 mins which was sweet. We were all expecting either big queues at passport control or for one of us to be unlucky and get a light shone in our face and water boarded. (just kidding). Had a transfer booked with it being a package deal, this was waiting outside and got us to our hotel in about 5-10 mins after a couple of stops.
Arrived at our hotel which was the Luxor, I stay in hotels all the time with work but these are usually Premier Inns and Travelodges, so seeing the inside of the pyrimad was pretty mind boggling haha. We had 2 rooms with 2 in each, but with one lad bailing at the last minute we thought we'd ask if we could upgrade to some kind of 3 bedroom suite. The receptionist couldn't quite grasp the concept of this so we just decided to say ok and have 2 in one, one in the other haha. The rooms were decent, nothing amazing but when you're British and used to holidaying in Ibiza with cockroaches and spanish waiters being rude it was like living like a king haha.
Unpacked, gone for a wander around, had a good few beers in various bars, I won about 100 dollars in Hooter which was the last time I won anything. Headed back to the hotel and got ready for the night. This was about 11ish so we decided just to get into LAX in the Luxor, after a few bars. No idea what the music was but I wasn't a fan so due to being knackered I left about 1am. My 2 mates show up about 3am with one of them being thrown out for being too drunk, which compared to how pissed he gets at home wasn't even really that bad, at least he could still speak.
Thursday, decided to go for a walk a bit further down the strip than we did on wednesday. Ended up in bars all day which suited me fine. Got talked into going on the Vegas club crawl, think we talked the lad selling it down to about 40 each because he was English too. Ended up smashed by about 5pm, back to the hotel, showered, changed and a bit more sober we went to wherever it was we met for the club crawl (can't really remember). It was a pretty good night, partied with a load of sound people and one of the lads took a bird back (go on son). The crawl ended in LAX again, this time I got thrown out for being too drunk haha.
Friday we woke up fairly early in my room (the 2) and couldn't wake the 3rd lad in the other room up, we rang, rang, rang and knocked the fuck out of the door but he wasn't having it. So we bailed him and went to Wet Republic. This was a good day, hadn't been to anything like this kind of pool party before, Ushaia in ibiza is similar but it starts in the evening and you can't go in the pool. So this was way better. There was no big DJ on but we weren't too bothered about who we saw so as long as the tunes were good (which they were) we were happy. Ended up absolutely smashed, managed to not get thrown out, met a load more sound people (a 5 a side girls soccer team from LA, you don't get those in England). Headed back to the hotel, where I fell asleep
. The other one was awake so the 2 of them went out, they turned up again about 12ish because the lad who had been at the pool party was a mess. By this point I was ready for going out so I got dressed and headed back out with the more sober one. Decided to just go into LAX again than bother with anywhere else. The tunes were a lot better and it turned out to be a good night. My mate ended up getting thrown out though because some other lad kicked off, no real fight but they both got turfed out so I left too. Few beers in the hotel bar, back to the room, woke up the other lad, decided to get some girls for us both, this cost a bit and I won't go in to too much detail haha.
Saturday, the 2 of us in our room woke up, the other one wouldn't (again). So we did it again, went out all day, got smashed, back to the hotel, get changed (the 3 of us), can't remember where we went but I know the 2 of us from my room got thrown out, I had a big X on each wrist and my forehead haha. Next thing I know is we were both back in a random American girls suite who had her safe full of class A's. This turned into a right little party with the 3 of us, she had more British bands like Oasis on her iPod than I do so it was all good. Can't really remember getting home but there you go.
Sunday, you probably know by now that only the 2 of us made it up. We'd said we were going to see Eric Prydz at EBC because he was the one DJ we'd been bothered about seeing so we stuck to it. Think we were about the 6th and 7th people in there haha. From what I spoke to there were more Canadians in there (and Vegas in general) than anyone else, ended up partying with a big group of them and a couple from LA who were all bang into it and had a sick day. My mate got talked into doing a running bomb into the pool by the guy from LA and nearly got thrown out haha. Got back to the room and I thought I'd have a quick ten minutes, woke up and felt like I was genuinely going to die so decided to stay in. Not sure where the other 2 went but I was woke up about 6 am by the noise of him rolling about like he was having a fight in his sleep haha.
Monday I woke up feeling better, we went to a shooting range after a few beers and had a right laugh. I used to think some Americans were a bit mad for how much they're into their guns but I can sort of see why haha. We could see our hotel from here so decided to walk back, this was the worst decision of the holiday because there was a fucking motorway that we didn't see at first in the middle haha. We saw a sign that said 111 degrees on it, I use Celsius at work but even I know this is too fucking hot to walk round in. Eventually got a cab and made it back.
Ordered some room service up and started getting ready, my mate in my room was looking in the same state I was in the night before so he decided to stay in. He was sick in the toilet and it smelt like cheese, he had pretty much only ate hash browns so god knows why. My other mate (the one who doesn't do day times) and me said we we're going to go to the stratosphere and get on the rides like a pair of big kids haha. This was a right laugh. He decided to go home after this so I had a wander down the strip and into a few bars etc. Never really been out partying on my own before but it was sweet to be honest. Got approached by a working girl in one bar and thought why not. Took her back and threw my mate out for an hour haha, he didn't mind and he won $50 on a slot machine so it was win-win. She mentioned the cheese smell by the way.
Tuesday, this was our last day, my room mate and me went to the Luxor pool for the first time and the other one decided to go shopping. We were both saying we weren't going to drink too much, which all changed after we realised we had less than 24hours left and also didn't have our balls removed at any point during the holiday.
The other 2 had convinced me that seeing Elton John that night was a good idea, so we had prebooked tickets. It was actually alright, I'm not really into him and it was a bit weird for everyone to be sat down at a gig, but buying 2 beers at a time and drinking them quickly definitely helped. Went out after this, not sure where we were but we had a table and did the rest of our money in on bottles. Ended up the 3 of us going home separately and none of us knowing exactly what happened.
Wednesday we went home, after buying some food in the airport and plane I had 1 dollar left. I was pretty pissed off because I realised that if I'd bought some different items on the plane I would have had about 30cents left, and being closer to my target of having 0. I reckon I spent roughly 4-500 on gambling, 800 on ladies of the night, hardly ate anything and spent the rest on clubs and beer.
tl;dr
Sick time, would do again, more Canadians than Americans, I now like guns.
So, 3 guys, was supposed to be 4 but one had some medical issues so couldn't come at hte last minute. Had a budget of $3800, not including flights and hotel, and planned on waxing the lot. First time for all of us so were unbelievably excited. Flight from Manchester was ok, with Thomas Cook. Was excited to get there for my first time so it dragged a bit, nothing a few beers couldn't sort.
First day, got there around 12, straight out of the airport in about 10 mins which was sweet. We were all expecting either big queues at passport control or for one of us to be unlucky and get a light shone in our face and water boarded. (just kidding). Had a transfer booked with it being a package deal, this was waiting outside and got us to our hotel in about 5-10 mins after a couple of stops.
Arrived at our hotel which was the Luxor, I stay in hotels all the time with work but these are usually Premier Inns and Travelodges, so seeing the inside of the pyrimad was pretty mind boggling haha. We had 2 rooms with 2 in each, but with one lad bailing at the last minute we thought we'd ask if we could upgrade to some kind of 3 bedroom suite. The receptionist couldn't quite grasp the concept of this so we just decided to say ok and have 2 in one, one in the other haha. The rooms were decent, nothing amazing but when you're British and used to holidaying in Ibiza with cockroaches and spanish waiters being rude it was like living like a king haha.
Unpacked, gone for a wander around, had a good few beers in various bars, I won about 100 dollars in Hooter which was the last time I won anything. Headed back to the hotel and got ready for the night. This was about 11ish so we decided just to get into LAX in the Luxor, after a few bars. No idea what the music was but I wasn't a fan so due to being knackered I left about 1am. My 2 mates show up about 3am with one of them being thrown out for being too drunk, which compared to how pissed he gets at home wasn't even really that bad, at least he could still speak.
Thursday, decided to go for a walk a bit further down the strip than we did on wednesday. Ended up in bars all day which suited me fine. Got talked into going on the Vegas club crawl, think we talked the lad selling it down to about 40 each because he was English too. Ended up smashed by about 5pm, back to the hotel, showered, changed and a bit more sober we went to wherever it was we met for the club crawl (can't really remember). It was a pretty good night, partied with a load of sound people and one of the lads took a bird back (go on son). The crawl ended in LAX again, this time I got thrown out for being too drunk haha.
Friday we woke up fairly early in my room (the 2) and couldn't wake the 3rd lad in the other room up, we rang, rang, rang and knocked the fuck out of the door but he wasn't having it. So we bailed him and went to Wet Republic. This was a good day, hadn't been to anything like this kind of pool party before, Ushaia in ibiza is similar but it starts in the evening and you can't go in the pool. So this was way better. There was no big DJ on but we weren't too bothered about who we saw so as long as the tunes were good (which they were) we were happy. Ended up absolutely smashed, managed to not get thrown out, met a load more sound people (a 5 a side girls soccer team from LA, you don't get those in England). Headed back to the hotel, where I fell asleep
. The other one was awake so the 2 of them went out, they turned up again about 12ish because the lad who had been at the pool party was a mess. By this point I was ready for going out so I got dressed and headed back out with the more sober one. Decided to just go into LAX again than bother with anywhere else. The tunes were a lot better and it turned out to be a good night. My mate ended up getting thrown out though because some other lad kicked off, no real fight but they both got turfed out so I left too. Few beers in the hotel bar, back to the room, woke up the other lad, decided to get some girls for us both, this cost a bit and I won't go in to too much detail haha.Saturday, the 2 of us in our room woke up, the other one wouldn't (again). So we did it again, went out all day, got smashed, back to the hotel, get changed (the 3 of us), can't remember where we went but I know the 2 of us from my room got thrown out, I had a big X on each wrist and my forehead haha. Next thing I know is we were both back in a random American girls suite who had her safe full of class A's. This turned into a right little party with the 3 of us, she had more British bands like Oasis on her iPod than I do so it was all good. Can't really remember getting home but there you go.
Sunday, you probably know by now that only the 2 of us made it up. We'd said we were going to see Eric Prydz at EBC because he was the one DJ we'd been bothered about seeing so we stuck to it. Think we were about the 6th and 7th people in there haha. From what I spoke to there were more Canadians in there (and Vegas in general) than anyone else, ended up partying with a big group of them and a couple from LA who were all bang into it and had a sick day. My mate got talked into doing a running bomb into the pool by the guy from LA and nearly got thrown out haha. Got back to the room and I thought I'd have a quick ten minutes, woke up and felt like I was genuinely going to die so decided to stay in. Not sure where the other 2 went but I was woke up about 6 am by the noise of him rolling about like he was having a fight in his sleep haha.
Monday I woke up feeling better, we went to a shooting range after a few beers and had a right laugh. I used to think some Americans were a bit mad for how much they're into their guns but I can sort of see why haha. We could see our hotel from here so decided to walk back, this was the worst decision of the holiday because there was a fucking motorway that we didn't see at first in the middle haha. We saw a sign that said 111 degrees on it, I use Celsius at work but even I know this is too fucking hot to walk round in. Eventually got a cab and made it back.
Ordered some room service up and started getting ready, my mate in my room was looking in the same state I was in the night before so he decided to stay in. He was sick in the toilet and it smelt like cheese, he had pretty much only ate hash browns so god knows why. My other mate (the one who doesn't do day times) and me said we we're going to go to the stratosphere and get on the rides like a pair of big kids haha. This was a right laugh. He decided to go home after this so I had a wander down the strip and into a few bars etc. Never really been out partying on my own before but it was sweet to be honest. Got approached by a working girl in one bar and thought why not. Took her back and threw my mate out for an hour haha, he didn't mind and he won $50 on a slot machine so it was win-win. She mentioned the cheese smell by the way.
Tuesday, this was our last day, my room mate and me went to the Luxor pool for the first time and the other one decided to go shopping. We were both saying we weren't going to drink too much, which all changed after we realised we had less than 24hours left and also didn't have our balls removed at any point during the holiday.
The other 2 had convinced me that seeing Elton John that night was a good idea, so we had prebooked tickets. It was actually alright, I'm not really into him and it was a bit weird for everyone to be sat down at a gig, but buying 2 beers at a time and drinking them quickly definitely helped. Went out after this, not sure where we were but we had a table and did the rest of our money in on bottles. Ended up the 3 of us going home separately and none of us knowing exactly what happened.
Wednesday we went home, after buying some food in the airport and plane I had 1 dollar left. I was pretty pissed off because I realised that if I'd bought some different items on the plane I would have had about 30cents left, and being closer to my target of having 0. I reckon I spent roughly 4-500 on gambling, 800 on ladies of the night, hardly ate anything and spent the rest on clubs and beer.
tl;dr
Sick time, would do again, more Canadians than Americans, I now like guns.
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