Where: Long Beach, CA & Las Vegas
When: Saturday May 25th - Tuesday June 4th
Who: Mike (28 yr old from Chicago)
Ryan (27 yr old from Chicago)
Dan (25 yr old from St. Louis)
Steve (28 yr old from Chicago - Currently living in Long Beach)
What: Memorial Day weekend in SoCal, spending the week in SoCal, followed by 3 nights in Vegas. We've all been to Vegas before multiple times. The group looks to me to handle all of our accommodations, nightclubs, etc (thanks JC Forums!)
My buddy Steve moved out to southern California a couple of years ago and currently has a beachfront condo in Long Beach. The four of us decided to arrange a summer week and a half long trip with the first portion based in SoCal and finishing it up with another great trip to Vegas! I'll touch on a couple good Cali stories before we get to Vegas.
Wednesday May 29th:
Ryan, Dan and I decide to go to Huntington Beach for the day. It's about 11 AM and Ryan makes himself two of the strongest Screwdrivers ever....like at least 80% vodka. So he is already hammered when we cab down to Huntington at around Noon. We go to Fred's for lunch - it's overlooking the beach, legit spot. Get some tacos and giant ass margaritas. Get another round of Margarita's while Ryan gets a giant ass beer. Ryan is now hammered (Dan and I are not far behind). We decide to go check out the Pier and the Beach. Before we leave Ryan goes to the bathroom. We head out and about halfway down the Pier there are 8 "port-a-potties". They are actual built in structures but they look just like them or outhouses - single stall, nasty as hell type place. Ryan says "hey brahs - gotta pee again". We say fine. Ryan goes into Stall #6. 5 mins go by. 10 mins go by. 15 mins go by. Ryan doesn't come out. We text him. We call him. I pound on the door. Ryan has passed out in the fucking nasty ass outhouse bathroom! Dan and I debate what to do. We check stall #5 and #7 to make sure we weren't mistaken. We now look like the creepy guys hanging outside the bathrooms. We are concerned but don't want to call for help seeing as Ryan would get arrested, public intox, etc. We decide to give him more time to wake up/compose himself. We had brought a backpack with like beach towel, sunscreen and a football....but Ryan has it with him - probably using it as pillow. Since our pasty midwestern skin can't handle being outside in the sun Dan and I decide to walk to the CVS to get some sunscreen. We do, then we make a loop around the main street in Huntington Beach and I point out things that I remember being key from my last trip there. As we are walking back to towards the pier we get a text from Ryan. It says "Where you guys at, I got a primetime spot on the beach". He makes no mention of the passing out and refuses to acknowledge that it happened! Dan and I walk halfway down the pier to get a good vantage point to try and find him, since the beach is crowded. We spot him.....he is not in a primetime spot! Not near the water, not near groups of people or girls....he's just kind of laying out there by himself. We walk down to him, mad that he won't acknowledge this, and i chuck the
sunscreen bottle at him. Dan and I then walk away. We head back down the main street to a bar . We text
Ryan to let him know to join us when he's done with his tan. He texts back some stuff including the following random sequence of texts:
Fuck You
And Stevie Wonder
And John Doe (insert high school basketball coaches name here)
The Blackhawks game is on so Dan and I are watching. Steve will be getting off work at like 6 and will meet us for a drink. During this time Ryan decides to leave the beach but instead of meeting us he goes to a
different bar by himself. He sits at the bar and asks for the Blackhawks game to be put on. He orders a beer and decides it is too warm so he sends it back (he's off to a great start at this place!). He
tells it that 15 mins go by and the Hawks game isn't on yet....since he's hammered we assume it's more like 2 minutes. He leans to the girls sitting next to him and says "Does all service in California sucks this
bad or just this place". The bartender hears him and asks if there is a problem. He says that he asked for the game to be put on but it's not. She says "not a problem, i'll take care of that for you". As she walks
away he "mumbles" under his breath "Bitch!". She and her manager hear him. It is at this point that Ryan says he and the manager “Mutually Agree” that it's time for him to leave the bar! lol. Instead of meeting
us at our bar, Ryan elects to go to another bar by himself. By this point Steve has showed up and we head back to Fred's for a drink. We text Ryan and ask him to meet us there. At the bar Ryan is at he meets 2 girls. Ryan shows up at Fred's with these 2 girls. Before anyone is introduced one of the girls walks directly up to Dan and slaps him hard on the face! We find out that Ryan gave her $15 to slap Dan as soon as she saw him! lol. We are moved to a new table since there are now 6 of us. The girls then begin asking us why Dan and I passed out on the beach earlier and left Ryan all by himself. Apparently that’s what he was telling them at the prior bar to explain why he was alone. We play along and don’t refute it - but keep aying traps for him to trip himself up in (hey we gotta have some fun too!).
No one needs anything else to drink...but Ryan decides to order a round of Vegas bombs for the table. Ryan goes to the bathroom. The bill comes and Dan signs it for him. We think nothing of it. Ryan comes back and asks where the check is. He is demanding the check and asking why he didn't get one. We tell him to chill out, Dan signed it, it was normal priced and we tipped the normal amount - no biggie. He still complains. The waitress is walking past and says that she has another copy right there and hands it to Ryan. I kid you not - 3 mins later - Ryan is all agitated again asking where the check is and why he didn't get a receipt! We decide we need to take him home. We stand up to leave, Ryan bumps the table and knocks over some glasses onto the floor. The waitress tells us we need to leave. We get the F out of there. Don't know where the girls go (we got digits, text later but nothing comes of it) we hop into Steve's car (he wasn't drinking). Ryan and I are in the backseat and Ryan immediately passes out. I have to buckle him into his seatbelt as we drive back to Long Beach. When we get to Steve's, Ryan immediately goes to bed. Dan, Steve and I meet up with a couple of Steve’s neighbors we had been hanging out with all week and head out to dinner. It is Dan's birthday. Dinner is good and Steve, and his neighbors leave because they all have work in the morning. Dan and I stay out. While out we get a text from Steve. When he got back they took a video of Ryan snoring his ass off in bed. Dan and I later find out that Steve and the neighbor girl were talking in the hallway (not about Ryan). Ryan wakes up and says "Why are you talking about me - stop talking about me!" all agitated. He then proceeds to sing a song he made up about Hollywood. He's all like hollywoooooood.....holllllyywoooooood". And then he says "[insert girls name here]- i used to like you but i don't like you anymore" and then goes back to bed.
When: Saturday May 25th - Tuesday June 4th
Who: Mike (28 yr old from Chicago)
Ryan (27 yr old from Chicago)
Dan (25 yr old from St. Louis)
Steve (28 yr old from Chicago - Currently living in Long Beach)
What: Memorial Day weekend in SoCal, spending the week in SoCal, followed by 3 nights in Vegas. We've all been to Vegas before multiple times. The group looks to me to handle all of our accommodations, nightclubs, etc (thanks JC Forums!)
My buddy Steve moved out to southern California a couple of years ago and currently has a beachfront condo in Long Beach. The four of us decided to arrange a summer week and a half long trip with the first portion based in SoCal and finishing it up with another great trip to Vegas! I'll touch on a couple good Cali stories before we get to Vegas.
Wednesday May 29th:
Ryan, Dan and I decide to go to Huntington Beach for the day. It's about 11 AM and Ryan makes himself two of the strongest Screwdrivers ever....like at least 80% vodka. So he is already hammered when we cab down to Huntington at around Noon. We go to Fred's for lunch - it's overlooking the beach, legit spot. Get some tacos and giant ass margaritas. Get another round of Margarita's while Ryan gets a giant ass beer. Ryan is now hammered (Dan and I are not far behind). We decide to go check out the Pier and the Beach. Before we leave Ryan goes to the bathroom. We head out and about halfway down the Pier there are 8 "port-a-potties". They are actual built in structures but they look just like them or outhouses - single stall, nasty as hell type place. Ryan says "hey brahs - gotta pee again". We say fine. Ryan goes into Stall #6. 5 mins go by. 10 mins go by. 15 mins go by. Ryan doesn't come out. We text him. We call him. I pound on the door. Ryan has passed out in the fucking nasty ass outhouse bathroom! Dan and I debate what to do. We check stall #5 and #7 to make sure we weren't mistaken. We now look like the creepy guys hanging outside the bathrooms. We are concerned but don't want to call for help seeing as Ryan would get arrested, public intox, etc. We decide to give him more time to wake up/compose himself. We had brought a backpack with like beach towel, sunscreen and a football....but Ryan has it with him - probably using it as pillow. Since our pasty midwestern skin can't handle being outside in the sun Dan and I decide to walk to the CVS to get some sunscreen. We do, then we make a loop around the main street in Huntington Beach and I point out things that I remember being key from my last trip there. As we are walking back to towards the pier we get a text from Ryan. It says "Where you guys at, I got a primetime spot on the beach". He makes no mention of the passing out and refuses to acknowledge that it happened! Dan and I walk halfway down the pier to get a good vantage point to try and find him, since the beach is crowded. We spot him.....he is not in a primetime spot! Not near the water, not near groups of people or girls....he's just kind of laying out there by himself. We walk down to him, mad that he won't acknowledge this, and i chuck the
sunscreen bottle at him. Dan and I then walk away. We head back down the main street to a bar . We text
Ryan to let him know to join us when he's done with his tan. He texts back some stuff including the following random sequence of texts:
Fuck You
And Stevie Wonder
And John Doe (insert high school basketball coaches name here)
The Blackhawks game is on so Dan and I are watching. Steve will be getting off work at like 6 and will meet us for a drink. During this time Ryan decides to leave the beach but instead of meeting us he goes to a
different bar by himself. He sits at the bar and asks for the Blackhawks game to be put on. He orders a beer and decides it is too warm so he sends it back (he's off to a great start at this place!). He
tells it that 15 mins go by and the Hawks game isn't on yet....since he's hammered we assume it's more like 2 minutes. He leans to the girls sitting next to him and says "Does all service in California sucks this
bad or just this place". The bartender hears him and asks if there is a problem. He says that he asked for the game to be put on but it's not. She says "not a problem, i'll take care of that for you". As she walks
away he "mumbles" under his breath "Bitch!". She and her manager hear him. It is at this point that Ryan says he and the manager “Mutually Agree” that it's time for him to leave the bar! lol. Instead of meeting
us at our bar, Ryan elects to go to another bar by himself. By this point Steve has showed up and we head back to Fred's for a drink. We text Ryan and ask him to meet us there. At the bar Ryan is at he meets 2 girls. Ryan shows up at Fred's with these 2 girls. Before anyone is introduced one of the girls walks directly up to Dan and slaps him hard on the face! We find out that Ryan gave her $15 to slap Dan as soon as she saw him! lol. We are moved to a new table since there are now 6 of us. The girls then begin asking us why Dan and I passed out on the beach earlier and left Ryan all by himself. Apparently that’s what he was telling them at the prior bar to explain why he was alone. We play along and don’t refute it - but keep aying traps for him to trip himself up in (hey we gotta have some fun too!).
No one needs anything else to drink...but Ryan decides to order a round of Vegas bombs for the table. Ryan goes to the bathroom. The bill comes and Dan signs it for him. We think nothing of it. Ryan comes back and asks where the check is. He is demanding the check and asking why he didn't get one. We tell him to chill out, Dan signed it, it was normal priced and we tipped the normal amount - no biggie. He still complains. The waitress is walking past and says that she has another copy right there and hands it to Ryan. I kid you not - 3 mins later - Ryan is all agitated again asking where the check is and why he didn't get a receipt! We decide we need to take him home. We stand up to leave, Ryan bumps the table and knocks over some glasses onto the floor. The waitress tells us we need to leave. We get the F out of there. Don't know where the girls go (we got digits, text later but nothing comes of it) we hop into Steve's car (he wasn't drinking). Ryan and I are in the backseat and Ryan immediately passes out. I have to buckle him into his seatbelt as we drive back to Long Beach. When we get to Steve's, Ryan immediately goes to bed. Dan, Steve and I meet up with a couple of Steve’s neighbors we had been hanging out with all week and head out to dinner. It is Dan's birthday. Dinner is good and Steve, and his neighbors leave because they all have work in the morning. Dan and I stay out. While out we get a text from Steve. When he got back they took a video of Ryan snoring his ass off in bed. Dan and I later find out that Steve and the neighbor girl were talking in the hallway (not about Ryan). Ryan wakes up and says "Why are you talking about me - stop talking about me!" all agitated. He then proceeds to sing a song he made up about Hollywood. He's all like hollywoooooood.....holllllyywoooooood". And then he says "[insert girls name here]- i used to like you but i don't like you anymore" and then goes back to bed.
At some point Ryan gets separated from the group - don't know where he disappeared to after the club. Steve and I end up walking back to Planet Hollywood - don't really remember much or what time we got back.....
Steve and Dan laugh hysterically. Ryan ends up going to the airport where Southwest puts him on standby. Eventually they are able to actually book him on an 8:30 pm flight. He comes back and hangs out with us for a while. Ryan ends up getting home at 1:30 am and has to work that morning. Luckily Southwest doesn't charge him any extra $. During the day I go back to the Wynn - they don't have my ID. Call up some cab companies - no luck. I put a hold on my credit card, file a police report, and look up the TSA website to see what the fuck I do now! We had arranged for bottles that night at Marquee with Cliff Orr. Unfortunately I have to cancel our bottles I had planned for at Marquee because I have no ID and can't get in. Another trip goes by and I STILL haven't made it to Marquee! (quick note - while I didn't get to actually go, Cliff was great to work with in all the leadup/planning and I will hit him up next time). We end up grabbing dinner at PF Chang's as Dan has some gift cards. Steve has to order drinks for me from the bar. I lose again on the Heat/Pacers game. We walk the strip, check out some bars, it's like I'm under 21...Dan and Steve go to the bar and order - I can't stand by them or I will get carded. Grab some late night pizza from the secret pizza place at the Cosmo. Call it a "relatively" early night. No one is too upset because we went over our budget at XS the night before and we are all still drunk anyway.
I'm actually end up getting through security faster than Dan - so here's a pro tip...If you don't want to wait in a long as line at Mccarren just tell them you lost your id! Ended up making it home just fine.
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