4/24/14:
Woke up that morning with the dancer still in bed next to me. Not a bad start to my trip, but i am an EARLY riser always have been even on vacation. I know some people might disagree and i admit its hard, but my trick for not letting Vegas ruin me is to get in a good workout as much as i can (sweating seems to get rid of all the foul things i do to myself the night before), and Palms Place has one of the better equipped gyms in Vegas. So after putting my wallet, passport, watches, and cash into the safe and making sure that sh*t was locked about 5 times and checking to make sure there was NOTHING valuable around (i'm from Brooklyn trust does NOT come easy), let her sleep and head over to the gym.
It was around 7am or so. For all of the guys on the forum who seem to be obsessed with how to meet "hot" (which is really a subjective term) women in a non club setting, here is my suggestion and its really quite logical if you think about it: go to the gym a few times on your trip in the morning before you head to your pool parties/clubs etc. Think about it, if you are at a pool and see a woman with an amazing body, its highly unlikely she got that body by sitting around doing nothing... its not the reason i headed over to the gym, but once i got there i saw quite a few women that caught my eye some average and some highly above average and who were obviously staying in the same hotel.
Finish up my workout, head back to the room and politely ask the dancer to leave so i can start my day (i only mention this because there were various rumblings from her that made it seem like she wanted to spend the day together and i was NOT getting suckered into having a "Vegas Girl Friend" situation.) Shower up and get the text from O saying he is at the airport and heading over. A little background: I have known O for a longtime, he is one of the dumbest/smart dudes i have ever met. Several degrees, in several fields, a medical back ground, and one of the wildest cats i have ever partied with. To put it bluntly he is not an attractive dude (no other way to put it man and he KNOWS this), but his game and overall vibe routinely allows him to shoot far beyond what you would ever expect. He is the funny chubby guy that could give 2 fu*cks basically. He is one of my best friends but even still is best taken in small doses 2 or 3 days at a time. And oh yeah, due to his job he has access to A TON of prescription drugs which he sells to various hospitals across the country. He is good at his job and successful, but i don't think he has ever lived by the motto don't get high on your own supply...
O checks in and we head down to the buffet at the Palms and plot out the day. It is satisfactory at best but basically free and O for some reason was adamant that we stay at Palms Place for the day (i would find out why later). I don't really care as long as he realizes that i'm going out later that night no matter what he says, i have no problem rolling solo to a club or anywhere else, but he agrees we'll head over to HAZE since we know some locals that we met on a past trip that will have a table. Finish our "food" and he needs to go get changed up in his room so we can head down to the pool. He hadn't unpacked yet, but proceeds to do so and in the process starts to layout the various pills and tonics he bought with him from Chicago (quick side rant, i was fucking sweating bullets trying to figure out how to get a few harmless joints through customs, and this cat just brings a mini carry on overflowing with "legal" drugs, smh this country irks me sometime), then proceeds to inventory and explain in loving detail what each one is and what each one does. I won't get too specific but any of the "classics" that the kids are using recreationally now a days were there, as well as promethazine and codeine. I don't have the time to explain what this means other than to say that this combination is the basis for the drink "sizzurp" about which there are several rap songs written. This will be an important side note for later in the evening. Like i said i don't do drugs just weed, but to each his own man. I will say that given what i know about O (who could actually practice medicine if he chose), i am somewhat terrified of what my own doctors might be doing in their down time (no offense to any doctors reading i know my idiot friend is an extreme case, but he can't be the only one).
Finally we head down to the Palms Pool, and though its relatively early a decent crowd. The pool where Ditch Fridays is held is still sort of cut off so everyone is around the first pool. O spots two girls who are decent looking and immediately plops his towel down next to them so i guess this is where we are sitting. Well allright. We immediately (and by we i mean O) aggressively flag down the waitress and order a round, its hot no scotch for me (have made that mistake in Vegas at a pool in the past during one of my first trips) so its a bucket of beers. Of course O starts up a conversation with the two girls, i wasn't really interested physically in either but i'm always up to shoot the shit since i basically get paid to talk for a living anyway. Plus i always consider it a responsibility to be a good wing man. We find out they are from Washington State, here for 4 days etc. etc. They seem to find O amusing and so far we're okay on the when will the chemistry experiment inside O's body trigger a negative reaction watch. During this time a "couple" walks by and settles into a cabana. I say couple because there is no f'ing way this chick was in love with this dude. I would say if your into the number rating system she was a solid 8.5-9, with a rocking body. Maybe around 5'7 or so curvy with a white bathing suit and wearing 6 inch heels to the pool. I don't think there was a straight dude there who didn't crane their neck to steal a peak. Well done sir. I say well done because the dude was about 60 something, quite rotund, and had an absolutely glorious amount of silver chest hair. In short BALLER. Gotta love Vegas for the people watching alone man.
We continue to chat up the Washington girls and its all good, and i notice that the couple seems to be causally watching our little group. I was not "casually" staring at this dudes girl, i was fully staring but i don't feel bad about this at all. Eventually i see him kind of point to us and make a gesture and the chick walks over to us, and i kind of think i am about to get threatened indirectly by an international arms smuggler (he just looked like the type, or maybe i just watch too many movies whatever), but as it turns out she invites us over to their cabana because the dude sees we are loud (and by we i mostly mean O) and having a good time and the rest of the pool is kinda just chill. THIS is the magic of O. Do we want to come to the cabana? Uh no i don't want to take the opportunity to stare at you up close very hot girl.
Our group heads over and the dude is European (i still say he was an arms dealer, he was very evasive about what he did for a living), myself and O offer to pay our share but he basically says we are insulting him and never to mention this again. Well allright. My assumption that this was not a couple is confirmed when the chick admits as much, she is not a pro but they met the night before gambling and the dude owns some crazy apartment or other at the Palms and stays there when he is in town. She is open for business is the thought i had, but then i kind of get the impression i cannot keep her in the lifestyle to which she has grown accustomed lol. Still great eye candy, and myself and the rest of the group spend a few hours drinking this guys booze and i think amusing the shit out of him, before he says he has to head to a meeting (i say selling rocket launchers but whatever that counts), has a word with the waitress and some other dude wearing a headset and bounces. We are informed the tab is still open and continue to have a good time as long as we like. WTF? I have NEVER had something like that happen in Vegas and am sure it will never happen again. We take full advantage and the hot chick starts to loosen up considerably and the girls are dancing and having a good time as tends to happen with copious amounts of booze are around. This is not a story where i will lie and say something crazy happens with the solid 9 i was chilling with, i had NO shot but she was still a cool girl and not stuck up in an obvious way so win win in my book. During this time O disappears and i chalk it up to the combination of booze and whatever cocktail of pills he is on, but i'm riding this shit out until they kick me out.
Woke up that morning with the dancer still in bed next to me. Not a bad start to my trip, but i am an EARLY riser always have been even on vacation. I know some people might disagree and i admit its hard, but my trick for not letting Vegas ruin me is to get in a good workout as much as i can (sweating seems to get rid of all the foul things i do to myself the night before), and Palms Place has one of the better equipped gyms in Vegas. So after putting my wallet, passport, watches, and cash into the safe and making sure that sh*t was locked about 5 times and checking to make sure there was NOTHING valuable around (i'm from Brooklyn trust does NOT come easy), let her sleep and head over to the gym.
It was around 7am or so. For all of the guys on the forum who seem to be obsessed with how to meet "hot" (which is really a subjective term) women in a non club setting, here is my suggestion and its really quite logical if you think about it: go to the gym a few times on your trip in the morning before you head to your pool parties/clubs etc. Think about it, if you are at a pool and see a woman with an amazing body, its highly unlikely she got that body by sitting around doing nothing... its not the reason i headed over to the gym, but once i got there i saw quite a few women that caught my eye some average and some highly above average and who were obviously staying in the same hotel.
Finish up my workout, head back to the room and politely ask the dancer to leave so i can start my day (i only mention this because there were various rumblings from her that made it seem like she wanted to spend the day together and i was NOT getting suckered into having a "Vegas Girl Friend" situation.) Shower up and get the text from O saying he is at the airport and heading over. A little background: I have known O for a longtime, he is one of the dumbest/smart dudes i have ever met. Several degrees, in several fields, a medical back ground, and one of the wildest cats i have ever partied with. To put it bluntly he is not an attractive dude (no other way to put it man and he KNOWS this), but his game and overall vibe routinely allows him to shoot far beyond what you would ever expect. He is the funny chubby guy that could give 2 fu*cks basically. He is one of my best friends but even still is best taken in small doses 2 or 3 days at a time. And oh yeah, due to his job he has access to A TON of prescription drugs which he sells to various hospitals across the country. He is good at his job and successful, but i don't think he has ever lived by the motto don't get high on your own supply...
O checks in and we head down to the buffet at the Palms and plot out the day. It is satisfactory at best but basically free and O for some reason was adamant that we stay at Palms Place for the day (i would find out why later). I don't really care as long as he realizes that i'm going out later that night no matter what he says, i have no problem rolling solo to a club or anywhere else, but he agrees we'll head over to HAZE since we know some locals that we met on a past trip that will have a table. Finish our "food" and he needs to go get changed up in his room so we can head down to the pool. He hadn't unpacked yet, but proceeds to do so and in the process starts to layout the various pills and tonics he bought with him from Chicago (quick side rant, i was fucking sweating bullets trying to figure out how to get a few harmless joints through customs, and this cat just brings a mini carry on overflowing with "legal" drugs, smh this country irks me sometime), then proceeds to inventory and explain in loving detail what each one is and what each one does. I won't get too specific but any of the "classics" that the kids are using recreationally now a days were there, as well as promethazine and codeine. I don't have the time to explain what this means other than to say that this combination is the basis for the drink "sizzurp" about which there are several rap songs written. This will be an important side note for later in the evening. Like i said i don't do drugs just weed, but to each his own man. I will say that given what i know about O (who could actually practice medicine if he chose), i am somewhat terrified of what my own doctors might be doing in their down time (no offense to any doctors reading i know my idiot friend is an extreme case, but he can't be the only one).
Finally we head down to the Palms Pool, and though its relatively early a decent crowd. The pool where Ditch Fridays is held is still sort of cut off so everyone is around the first pool. O spots two girls who are decent looking and immediately plops his towel down next to them so i guess this is where we are sitting. Well allright. We immediately (and by we i mean O) aggressively flag down the waitress and order a round, its hot no scotch for me (have made that mistake in Vegas at a pool in the past during one of my first trips) so its a bucket of beers. Of course O starts up a conversation with the two girls, i wasn't really interested physically in either but i'm always up to shoot the shit since i basically get paid to talk for a living anyway. Plus i always consider it a responsibility to be a good wing man. We find out they are from Washington State, here for 4 days etc. etc. They seem to find O amusing and so far we're okay on the when will the chemistry experiment inside O's body trigger a negative reaction watch. During this time a "couple" walks by and settles into a cabana. I say couple because there is no f'ing way this chick was in love with this dude. I would say if your into the number rating system she was a solid 8.5-9, with a rocking body. Maybe around 5'7 or so curvy with a white bathing suit and wearing 6 inch heels to the pool. I don't think there was a straight dude there who didn't crane their neck to steal a peak. Well done sir. I say well done because the dude was about 60 something, quite rotund, and had an absolutely glorious amount of silver chest hair. In short BALLER. Gotta love Vegas for the people watching alone man.
We continue to chat up the Washington girls and its all good, and i notice that the couple seems to be causally watching our little group. I was not "casually" staring at this dudes girl, i was fully staring but i don't feel bad about this at all. Eventually i see him kind of point to us and make a gesture and the chick walks over to us, and i kind of think i am about to get threatened indirectly by an international arms smuggler (he just looked like the type, or maybe i just watch too many movies whatever), but as it turns out she invites us over to their cabana because the dude sees we are loud (and by we i mostly mean O) and having a good time and the rest of the pool is kinda just chill. THIS is the magic of O. Do we want to come to the cabana? Uh no i don't want to take the opportunity to stare at you up close very hot girl.
Our group heads over and the dude is European (i still say he was an arms dealer, he was very evasive about what he did for a living), myself and O offer to pay our share but he basically says we are insulting him and never to mention this again. Well allright. My assumption that this was not a couple is confirmed when the chick admits as much, she is not a pro but they met the night before gambling and the dude owns some crazy apartment or other at the Palms and stays there when he is in town. She is open for business is the thought i had, but then i kind of get the impression i cannot keep her in the lifestyle to which she has grown accustomed lol. Still great eye candy, and myself and the rest of the group spend a few hours drinking this guys booze and i think amusing the shit out of him, before he says he has to head to a meeting (i say selling rocket launchers but whatever that counts), has a word with the waitress and some other dude wearing a headset and bounces. We are informed the tab is still open and continue to have a good time as long as we like. WTF? I have NEVER had something like that happen in Vegas and am sure it will never happen again. We take full advantage and the hot chick starts to loosen up considerably and the girls are dancing and having a good time as tends to happen with copious amounts of booze are around. This is not a story where i will lie and say something crazy happens with the solid 9 i was chilling with, i had NO shot but she was still a cool girl and not stuck up in an obvious way so win win in my book. During this time O disappears and i chalk it up to the combination of booze and whatever cocktail of pills he is on, but i'm riding this shit out until they kick me out.
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