"Dancers", NSA Agents,Do You Play Basketball?, Miss Iowa and Gypsies...

[Cirilo Medina]

Loving this TR!

[Ghost7]

Thanks I thought that it was such a silly thing to lie about that it must be true, but I mean this might have been the most interesting fact I learned or conversation I had on my trip, I was just stunned, that could NEVER happen in the U.S, and it's not even like I think it's undeserved, it more because every social worker I know here does nothing but complain about how hard their job is and how little they make. I will be sure to mention the Canada thing to make them want to hang themselves. LOL.

Yeah in Ontario the Unions (Teachers, Police, etc) are very strong in negotiating their contracts, and working in the public sector can get you a somewhat cushy salary. All public sector employees making over 100k per year have to be disclosed publically on what's called the provincial goverment's "sunshine list". As it turns out, it's a very long list. Here is a link http://www.fin.gov.on.ca/en/publicat...sclosure/pssd/

While not social workers, I have a few friends who are police and they all make over 100k.

Anyway, great trip report so far.

[anondyne]

Please soak your hands in some cold water and get back to writing. I can't wait any longer to hear the rest!

[Brooklyn Marc]

Please soak your hands in some cold water and get back to writing. I can't wait any longer to hear the rest!

Lmao. I promise I'll get the rest of 4/24 up tonight, and tomorrow's post should have a decent amount of pics since I just had some sent to me from one of the girls that I met so trust me that will be very fun to read.

[Brooklyn Marc]

Yeah in Ontario the Unions (Teachers, Police, etc) are very strong in negotiating their contracts, and working in the public sector can get you a somewhat cushy salary. All public sector employees making over 100k per year have to be disclosed publically on what's called the provincial goverment's "sunshine list". As it turns out, it's a very long list. Here is a link http://www.fin.gov.on.ca/en/publicat...sclosure/pssd/

While not social workers, I have a few friends who are police and they all make over 100k.

Anyway, great trip report so far.

Thanks, and wow gotta love Canada man. And I say that with all sincerity!

[Max Woodpecker]

Lmao. I promise I'll get the rest of 4/24 up tonight, and tomorrow's post should have a decent amount of pics since I just had some sent to me from one of the girls that I met so trust me that will be very fun to read.

+ rep

[kman90]

Please soak your hands in some cold water and get back to writing. I can't wait any longer to hear the rest!

Yeah .... what he said

+1

[kman90]

BTW thats why my 4th of July trips are so much fun, since July 1 is Canada's National Holiday too! Love Canadians, moreso cause they're extremely polite, no drama, fun loving and come in all colors, shapes and sizes!

[tomm0]

This could turn into a classic!

The amount of times ive wished for that situation with the rich dude and the cabana!

[Brooklyn Marc]

This could turn into a classic!

The amount of times ive wished for that situation with the rich dude and the cabana!

In all honesty I really do think it was all because it was at one of the "lesser" pools man. I think on the forum we all, myself included, get so caught up in the daylights and the other name beach parties which I went to while I was in town, but I can honestly say I had better story experiences and met cooler folks like "the arms smuggler" at smaller pools.

[Brooklyn Marc]

4/24/14 Continued" Night

Pissed off and now scrambling to try and figure out what to do with myself for the rest of the night, or at least until i can head over to meet up with the cats who have the table at HAZE. I get a little depressed over not having a plan in place. Then i realize i am in Vegas and in a casino and the problem is solved right away. Two things i love are gambling and drinking (keep it simple stupid) and the chance to do both at the same time works for me. I head down to the Casino area and while i will be the first to admit that the Palms has by far one of the smallest casino floors in Vegas; at night i liked the energy and the "lets fuck the house" mentality i found at most stops.

Deciding that i wanted to try to add to my little stack of gambling winnings from betting on the NBA playoffs, i decide on the roulette wheel. Decent crowd and a little rowdy so right up my alley. Within minutes of walking over there and still trying to decide how i want to bet, a drunk dude literally stumbles up to the table and starts demanding that i bet on red. I mean he is adamant about this, and to prove it pulls out what was about a grand and proceeds to bet on red. I believe in Karma and signs fully, and feel like i am owed by the gambling gods for the horrors i witnessed upstairs in that room between O and his EX. I also fully believe there are three types of gamblers: lucky ones, skilled ones and idiots. This guy did not seem skilled or lucky to me. I decide to bet 500 of what i had won so far, (fuck it i'm up and didn't factor it into my 'here is what i need to be able to get home' gambling equation), on Black. Meanwhile the other bettors at the table seem amused at the exchange between me and the drunk dude as he continues to implore me to bet on red. In a sense people were definitely choosing sides in that they were siding with either me or the drunk dude when placing their bets. I get increasingly frustrated that this guy has chosen me to have this battle of wills, especially after the incident with O.

The wheel spins and BANG, lands on black. All is right in the world, and i am tempted (i mean soooo tempted i kid you not) to yell in this guys face that line from that Wesley Snipes movie "always bet on black" with the word Mother fucker thrown in for added measure, but he looks so confused and dejected that i think better of it. I pat myself on the back for being a sympathetic human being (a little out of character for me when i am pissed), and high five the folks who were betting on my side.Made friends with some cool Asian cats who commented that they liked the Jordan's i had on while i commented that i liked the ladies on their arms. We exchange numbers and promise to link up while we're in town. Well OK. I continue to bet in smaller increments for a few minutes but the weakness of the free "drinks" they are bringing me vexes me terribly and i decide to head up to ghost bar to get a real one.

Surprisingly little time has passed, so its only around 9pm when i get to ghost bar but it is surprisingly crowded and i can't figure out why. No matter, i look for my bar tender from the previous night, and in something of douche baggy type way (in retrospect i am man enough to admit this) point at my face to test if he recalls our "arrangement" from the previous night. He laughs, and rather than spitting in my glass (for which i am eternally grateful), grabs the bottle of Macallan 18 and again the pour is VERY generous (proving again what most forum members realize, take care of your bartenders and hosts and they will take care of you). Something interesting: I had noticed but not really paid much attention to something curious. Since the time i had checked in yesterday, i noticed an inordinate amount of bald headed dudes all over the hotel and Casino with those little plastic conference badges around there necks. Like fully shaved heads. I discovered that the reason the bar was so packed so early was because there was a sizable cancer survivor conference being held at the Palms that met every year. Kinda cool, if i beat cancer i would be in Vegas annually too! The group includes both men and women and i find myself in a conversation with a 50 something year old black woman who had been cancer free for 20 years. Cheers! We have to drink to that of course and i buy her a drink (because fuck you if you wouldn't have forum members, shame on you), and we shoot the shit about this and that (i offer her some conservative financial advice because she asked and give her my card and make her promise to call me with any questions free of charge because c'mon man how could i not), and she offers to buy me a drink. As she pulls out her stash of cash i notice that she has a large number of 2 dollar bills. I decline her offer to buy me a drink but say i will trade her another round for one of her 2 dollar bills and she agrees. As i said i believe fully in karma and luck so a 2 dollar bill from a 20 year cancer survivor in Vegas has to be some kind of luck no? I say yes and that 2 dollar bill now sits in a frame on my trading desk at work. She makes her leave and i am informed by the bartender that last call for happy hour is approaching.

The bartender also pulls out a full bottle of Macallan 25 (fuck you been hiding that?), and asks if i would like to partake. I squint wearily and ask him how much that's going to run me, but he reminds me that ALL of the drinks are half off so what would have been 70 bucks is now 35. I feel like it would have been VERY UN American of me not to take advantage of this. I also tell him new rule, NOW if you see my face at happy hour you are to pour from that bottle for the next 8 days. He laughs and agrees. Meanwhile i had been so caught up in my conversation with the cancer woman that i neglected to notice that Sam, the British chick i "met" (met is in quotations because after her tits fell out of her bathing suit top several times i feel like we are much more intimately acquainted) had been sitting to our left the entire time had it not been for her accent i might not have noticed her.She comments that it was very kind of me to talk to the older woman as she had over heard bits and pieces of the conversation (see forum members not being a thirst bucket always looking to score can have its advantages). I have to admit, and i know this is an odd statement, she looks even better dressed up. She was wearing heels which put her at around 6 feet, with those loose kind of willowy pants that chicks wear and a simple top with the back exposed. Just spectacular, at least to me. I remember its her birthday trip and get her a drink and we chop it up for a bit. I ask where the rest of the rowdy Brits are, and she says they all over did it at the pool and were somewhat jet lagged and sleeping so she said fuck it and went out by herself, a woman after my own heart. We continue to chat and she says she is getting sleepy due to the time difference so we exchange numbers (thank god i have an international plan), and i offer to walk her back to her tower. She agrees, i throw an amount of money (honestly have no idea how much, bartender seems quite pleased again) and we head down. I contemplate my next move, but take it easy and at her elevators get a nice long kiss for my chivalry. Well alllright. Promising. I say my goodbyes and promise to meet her for dinner one night while we are both in town.

During this time i hadn't bothered to check my phone at all. It was around 11pm at this point and there were several missed calls and text from O who seemed to have made a miraculous recovery (THIS WOULD PROVE TO BE A GROSSLY INACCURATE ASSUMPTION ON MY PART) and had headed over to HAZE already. I make sure that none of the Canadian Chicks are with him, he assures me they are not. Ok then i'll head over. Get to HAZE and am walked in and up to the table (i don't recall which number sorry guys) it was decent and since we had been invited beggars can't be choosers. Its around 11:30 at this point... within minutes i realize that the aforementioned combination of promethazine and codeine better known as "sizzurp" has taken its hold on O. He is high as shit. I have never tried it but from all the rap songs written about it i gather it must be quite the drink, and O normally the cat you cant get to shut the hell up is just a little slow on the uptake while we are at HAZE. Thus begins "Incident" number 2:

Firstly I have nothing but good things to say about HAZE and how they handled the situation. From what i can gather and what i saw with my own eyes, O had been stumbling around various areas of the club essentially blocking access to a lot of the crucial areas people would be able to reach the bar. I don't know if he thought this was a prudent way to bring chicks back to the table etc. but from what i was told he had been escorted back to our group TWICE before i had even got there and security were pretty cool about it from what i could tell. Eventually though O was pretty much slumped down in one of these areas coherent but not really responding to the requests to get the fuck up and move from security and club goers alike. Why he couldn't just sit at the frigging table is beyond me but i also hadn't taken the amount of shit he had taken so i never will. Our table is given two options they can kick him out by himself, or one of us could take him. Since the other cats barely new us (we had chilled with them for like a night on a previous trip and were doing us a solid inviting us out), guess who that task fell to. O's saving grace is that i know he would do the same for me. So say my goodbyes, slide the security a few extra somethings for being as cool as could be expected about it, and leave with O. Time spent at HAZE approximately 25 minutes... SMH. Seemed like a good spot though lol.

[tomm0]

In all honesty I really do think it was all because it was at one of the "lesser" pools man. I think on the forum we all, myself included, get so caught up in the daylights and the other name beach parties which I went to while I was in town, but I can honestly say I had better story experiences and met cooler folks like "the arms smuggler" at smaller pools.

Yeah I know what you mean. i've had some cracking days just at standard pools. You're right about people getting hung up on the pool parties - im guilty of it. I spose cos this is a vegas forum, you think the best times are at the best pools, but I guess we forget that most people in Vegas dont do the planning people on JC do, so often just end up at a "standard" pool.

One of the best days ive had in Vegas was a saturday at the pool in TI

[Brooklyn Marc]

4/24/14 Continued" Night

I cab it and drag his chunky ass back to his room and take his phone and text his EX to inform her of the situation and didn't bother to wait for her response. I drag a bucket over to him near the bed and contemplate taking a 100 for my troubles (just kidding), and leave the phone near his head. Responsibility as a friend well done i head back to Ghost Bar because i don't want to bother to try and hit another club doing GA and am too embarrassed to head back to HAZE for the potential hazing i would take there (see what i did with phrasing there?).

In a foul mood i find my guy who seems stunned that i am back (probably thinks i am a high functioning alcoholic), so i give him the rundown and he gives me a Macallan 18 on him. So either: I had such a shitty night that a bartender took pity on me or my previous tip that i threw down earlier was still on his mind. Fuck it. Here is where the night takes a good turn. I notice a group of four very good looking girls at the bar as well and i think one of me four of them i don't really know how to even BEGIN to approach that. Thank god for idiot thirst buckets. Some kid in a bad suit comes up and starts making conversation with one of them and his game is LAME (and this is coming from me, i will be the first to admit my go to line is hello and a smile and hope for the best, so you KNOW his game was bad!), he mentions that he is from Texas originally but lives in D.C and i find out indirectly that the four girls also live in D.C... useful. Here is my opening and i want whoever is reading to read the next sentence closely. The kid (i guess he was actually probably my age around 30ish), proceeds to order a Martini (so far so good) but orders it "stirred not shaken!". Now anybody who has an affinity for Martini's, or for that matter has seen a James Bond movie knows that Martini's are fucking "shaken not stirred" yes i KNOW you can order a MARTINI however you like its your prerogative, but whats the point? You might as well order a straight up glass of Vodka and call it a day. My bartender tried to gently point this out without clowning the dude in front of 4 good looking women, but he was adamant about his order as the bartender, myself and the four women made eye contact and openly mocked him to his face. There's my opening.

I introduce myself to all four and we exchange pleasantries and the like. I would say they are all reasonably attractive but one of them in my opinion is quite beautiful (at least to me), so i try to focus my attention on her without making it obvious and keeping up conversation with all. We'll call her "Dani". We get into the normal drudgery work, schools etc. and it turns out i actually went to a prep school in Virginia my freshman year of High School (i was asked to leave due to some... unpleasantness) not far from where she lives and that she attended a few years later than me. Thus was the first, but definitely not the last, "Do you play basketball?" of the trip. I mention that yes in fact i did and was the reason a 13 year old kid from Brooklyn would be in Virginia at a prep school. Turns out she had gone to college with a few people i knew who played ball as well and actually had been an officer in the Navy for a bit. When i say this stunned me you will see why at the end of the post. Also she mentioned she now works for the NSA and spends time at the pentagon. I promptly tell her to get the fuck out of here (not to sound sexist but none of this went with her appearance), so she said she could prove it. She shows me her work ID which does indeed say National Security Agency on it, but i need more convincing, she could be a secretary or something. So she asks for my full name. That's it just my name. Without making a call, or anything crazy like that types JUST that on her phone and proceeds to spit out tidbits about me that goes FAR beyond a simple Google search (i am aware you can find out a ton about a person from the internet who hasn't Googled themselves?) but this was far beyond that. I am both fascinated/horrified at the same time. So i make a cheesy joke and ask "what the fuck is there an app for that" to which she sort of implies that yes in fact the government does have an App for that. Well okay. LOL. The lesson in all of this is if you meet a chick who says she works for the NSA you better not lie to her about jack shit.

I think that we are hitting it off great and two of her friends seem to like me (as in don't think i am a sleazebag thirst bucket) as well, but one of her friends who is blond and married at one point tells me she "doesn't like the cut of my jib" (fuck is this 1920?) but a few drinks later decides i'm a decent guy. I find out they have one of the Palms Pool Bungalows and i make it my mission to get inside that room at some point. I mention that i am in Palms Place by myself with O in another room and invite them to chill maybe pregame or something with us tomorrow and exchange numbers with Dani for tomorrow. I casually mention i'd love to check out the bungalow at some point and they invite me to take a look, so we all head out the bar together with my bartender (at this point he is MY bartender) shaking his head and smirking. I think at this point he thinks i am some kind of smooth operator which i can assure you i am NOT. We head down to there room and the bungalows are okay nothing crazy IMO, your paying to be right by the pool and have a few drinks and say our good nights with Dani mentioning she probably would head to the gym in the morning (proving my point from my earlier post by the way.) Overall not a bad night. Here is a pic of the four "Dani" is the one on the right next to blond:

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Next up 4/25/14: Marquee with New Friends, O redeems himself, The "Dancer" brings a pal.

[seemeinthestreets]

Nice report man! I am amazed you remember all of this.

[Brooklyn Marc]

Nice report man! I am amazed you remember all of this.

Now that I'm writing it so am I man! It DOES take awhile cause I have to remember what happened when and where, but I think I'm getting the major parts down just cause it was so much fun.