Thursday - Arrive in Vegas right around 10pm with Nick and Sam. The flight from Burbank was a breeze and we each bought a round of drinks on this short 50 minute flight. Three in-flight drinks, and some Everclear and Jaeger during the shuttle ride to Burbank meant we were "really" feeling Vegas. We de-planed and as we were walking someone taps my buddy Sam on the shoulder. Turns out it was a regular he knew from hold'm at Commerce Casino. Apparently he is a VIP so he offers us his limo to our hotel; not before a drink at the bar of course. We get to Planet Hollywood and on our way to check into our two standards all the booze kicks in and I have the bright idea of doing a $100 sandwich.
We went from two standards to The Star Trek Suite. We had an air hockey table, a huge living room and two separate bedrooms. This was a very nice upgrade and a great start to the night. We get up to the room and more good news. My buddy from law school texts me that he's here. He swoops into the room and drops off the package. His office is always hosting parties, and he came by with an entire trailer of booze and mixers. We have our drinks and decide its time to head to TAO. I hit up Justin, and the table minimum has changed. We agreed to 1k, but now he was saying 3 bottles. We were all pretty lit up at this point and said "fuck it, let's go". We arrive and security is hassling Sam because he has on Vans and a v-neck. Security would not budge and we decided to say screw this and go downtown and drink with some my one friend from UNLV. We head to the Griffin and it is packed, luckily my friend spots me and my friends taking pictures with the parrot lady and grabs us. We head into the Griffin and get right on their $1 beer specials. Her friends are looking cute, and in a blink we were talking about bullshit to making out on the dance floor. Dance floor? Apparently, one of her friends has a friend at Surrender so we slipped in around 2am. How I missed a limo ride from downtown to Encore I'll never know. But, my friends and I weren't interested in these sort of details. We danced some more and than decided to take the party back to our suite.
Just a FYI, girls, especially drunk girls, love air hockey.
Friday - Wake up with a pretty terrible hangover around noon and decided to get some food. I somehow wound up at the poker tables instead. The competition sucked balls, but it really wasn't my game. I bought in two times at 300 and I had about 180 left. I get dealt K 9, not the best hand but its a personal favorite. In early position I raise to 20. I get four callers. Flop comes out A 2 9. Everything tells me to check my early position, but I just did not give a shit and decided to go all-in. Stupid move, considering the A is there and I only have mid pair, but fuck it I want to nap. Everyone calls. Turn is a Q! Shit, I'm done. It gets to the river and there are only three left in this hand. Our cards are turned over as the other two had their all-in side pot. I was behind the other two with each of them pairing their aces, but that doesn't mean shit when you river a fucking 9. TRIPS!!!!! With one hand I was up. This was huge swing and with this momentum I sat another 2 hours. I left the table up 900.
We had pretty much missed all the day partying and decided we would go to to give TAO another try. We got out pre-drinks ready and decided to walk over. We stopped at one of those margarita places and split a half yard within 20 minutes. We get into TAO feeling great. We had a good table, and a big-tattoed dude by the name of James was our bouncer. He introduced himself and made some small talk. He mentions to tell him if we spot any cute girls. I tip him 20, and tell him that "we'll be fine". And that set the tone for one of the most epic nights in my life. I go to the bar and grab some beer and spot a group of Asian girls. I get them to the table and have a few drinks. They asked if we can get their guy friend in with our table. Red Flag! We had them bounced and went back on the hunt, but not before we learned who our neighbors were. It was a group of Canucks. A couple and a single guy friend from Vancouver. They look friendly enough and we decide to have a drink. They are super friendly, but could not drink for shit. Oh well, back on the hunt. Sam, Nick, and I were all on beast mode at this point and when we convened at the table 30 minutes later we literally had a queue of girls. We had totally taken over the Canucks tables with our girls, but they didn't mind at all. We were drinking and sloppily dancing with all sorts of girls. I decide to use the restroom and decide on the second floor bathroom. I make my way up when I see Sam at a table. I finished my business and made my way to Sam. He bumped into an old co-worker and we got to talking. His co-worker's friend was a real dickbag; a True-Religion Jeans, Affliction V-Neck, and pointy shoe wearing mother fucker. He went on-and-on about how retail banking is dogshit (Sam works for Fidelity as a Financial Advisor), and how schools in California are clown colleges compared to those in the East. This obviously rubs Sam the wrong way, and dickbag then says something that has Sam calling him a "thin-haired beta-male douche". Dickbag is obviously a pussy so he decides to leave and as he is downstairs over the bridge Sam decides to poor a drink on him. BOOM, big o' X on my hand, and his, as we are escorted out of TAO. FUCK!
We still had another bottle at the table and text Nick to enjoy that with some chicks and we'll be at Grand Lux. We stumble into Grand Lux and service is horrendous, much worse than normal. I am feeling a bit queesy and the instincts kick in. I poured a cup of water across the table and proceeded to puke into the cup. Once I am finished puking I quietly wiped my mouth and calmly looked at Nick and said "we should probably go." This thought that we still had a bottle at TAO continued to enrage me and as I was digging my wallet for my room key I pulled out our security guard James's business card. I sent him a text; it's worth a shot right? And like clockwork we were back in TAO. We drank a shit ton more to celebrate our return, and it was a blur after that.
I woke up Saturday around 2pm, smelling like Vietnamese Pho noodles, and my entire body was aching.
Weekend's not done. If there is enough interest I'll continue, but it's time to get some sleep.
We went from two standards to The Star Trek Suite. We had an air hockey table, a huge living room and two separate bedrooms. This was a very nice upgrade and a great start to the night. We get up to the room and more good news. My buddy from law school texts me that he's here. He swoops into the room and drops off the package. His office is always hosting parties, and he came by with an entire trailer of booze and mixers. We have our drinks and decide its time to head to TAO. I hit up Justin, and the table minimum has changed. We agreed to 1k, but now he was saying 3 bottles. We were all pretty lit up at this point and said "fuck it, let's go". We arrive and security is hassling Sam because he has on Vans and a v-neck. Security would not budge and we decided to say screw this and go downtown and drink with some my one friend from UNLV. We head to the Griffin and it is packed, luckily my friend spots me and my friends taking pictures with the parrot lady and grabs us. We head into the Griffin and get right on their $1 beer specials. Her friends are looking cute, and in a blink we were talking about bullshit to making out on the dance floor. Dance floor? Apparently, one of her friends has a friend at Surrender so we slipped in around 2am. How I missed a limo ride from downtown to Encore I'll never know. But, my friends and I weren't interested in these sort of details. We danced some more and than decided to take the party back to our suite.
Just a FYI, girls, especially drunk girls, love air hockey.
Friday - Wake up with a pretty terrible hangover around noon and decided to get some food. I somehow wound up at the poker tables instead. The competition sucked balls, but it really wasn't my game. I bought in two times at 300 and I had about 180 left. I get dealt K 9, not the best hand but its a personal favorite. In early position I raise to 20. I get four callers. Flop comes out A 2 9. Everything tells me to check my early position, but I just did not give a shit and decided to go all-in. Stupid move, considering the A is there and I only have mid pair, but fuck it I want to nap. Everyone calls. Turn is a Q! Shit, I'm done. It gets to the river and there are only three left in this hand. Our cards are turned over as the other two had their all-in side pot. I was behind the other two with each of them pairing their aces, but that doesn't mean shit when you river a fucking 9. TRIPS!!!!! With one hand I was up. This was huge swing and with this momentum I sat another 2 hours. I left the table up 900.
We had pretty much missed all the day partying and decided we would go to to give TAO another try. We got out pre-drinks ready and decided to walk over. We stopped at one of those margarita places and split a half yard within 20 minutes. We get into TAO feeling great. We had a good table, and a big-tattoed dude by the name of James was our bouncer. He introduced himself and made some small talk. He mentions to tell him if we spot any cute girls. I tip him 20, and tell him that "we'll be fine". And that set the tone for one of the most epic nights in my life. I go to the bar and grab some beer and spot a group of Asian girls. I get them to the table and have a few drinks. They asked if we can get their guy friend in with our table. Red Flag! We had them bounced and went back on the hunt, but not before we learned who our neighbors were. It was a group of Canucks. A couple and a single guy friend from Vancouver. They look friendly enough and we decide to have a drink. They are super friendly, but could not drink for shit. Oh well, back on the hunt. Sam, Nick, and I were all on beast mode at this point and when we convened at the table 30 minutes later we literally had a queue of girls. We had totally taken over the Canucks tables with our girls, but they didn't mind at all. We were drinking and sloppily dancing with all sorts of girls. I decide to use the restroom and decide on the second floor bathroom. I make my way up when I see Sam at a table. I finished my business and made my way to Sam. He bumped into an old co-worker and we got to talking. His co-worker's friend was a real dickbag; a True-Religion Jeans, Affliction V-Neck, and pointy shoe wearing mother fucker. He went on-and-on about how retail banking is dogshit (Sam works for Fidelity as a Financial Advisor), and how schools in California are clown colleges compared to those in the East. This obviously rubs Sam the wrong way, and dickbag then says something that has Sam calling him a "thin-haired beta-male douche". Dickbag is obviously a pussy so he decides to leave and as he is downstairs over the bridge Sam decides to poor a drink on him. BOOM, big o' X on my hand, and his, as we are escorted out of TAO. FUCK!
We still had another bottle at the table and text Nick to enjoy that with some chicks and we'll be at Grand Lux. We stumble into Grand Lux and service is horrendous, much worse than normal. I am feeling a bit queesy and the instincts kick in. I poured a cup of water across the table and proceeded to puke into the cup. Once I am finished puking I quietly wiped my mouth and calmly looked at Nick and said "we should probably go." This thought that we still had a bottle at TAO continued to enrage me and as I was digging my wallet for my room key I pulled out our security guard James's business card. I sent him a text; it's worth a shot right? And like clockwork we were back in TAO. We drank a shit ton more to celebrate our return, and it was a blur after that.
I woke up Saturday around 2pm, smelling like Vietnamese Pho noodles, and my entire body was aching.
Weekend's not done. If there is enough interest I'll continue, but it's time to get some sleep.
Bachelor Party!!
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