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

[Cool1g]

ah okay..yeah 10 bucks doesn't sound bad actually. I'll check out Palms Place for my next trip then...

i've stayed there several times... its just as close to say the Encore as Mandalay Bay is. suite-type rooms... i'd stay there no problem...

[ArmyVegas]

I can only speak for myself, I normally choose to stay closer to the strip,but as i stated in the beginning of my TR one of my best friends wanted to stay there so I went along. I had no issues with the rooms (had a one bedroom suite plenty of space, like a shit load) and a cab to Caesars on the strip was like 10 bucks max which for me was fine. It wasn't a cost cutting move to stay there but for me I would definitely stay again.

That one bedroom suite was NICEEE. When I stayed there I had a highfloor and when I opened the bedroom curtains I could overlook the strip and the rest of Vegas. Even could have someone in the tub(Which is in the Master Bedroom by the bed) looking out at the Vegas lights while you are on the bed relaxing.

[Brooklyn Marc]

4/30/14:

After a very pleasing night with my British friend Sam i woke up at early and went to the gym to kind of sweat off the drinking of the past few days. A quick workout and steam later and was feeling like i could tackle the upcoming day. After heading back down to my suite, i woke Sam up and make sure she is all situated to head back to London (her passport is ready) and she cabs it to the airport. Happy to see it all worked out okay and that she was going to make it back with not too much trouble. Get a text from Tara Denise from the forums (who i had been texting back and forth with throughout her and my being in town, but couldn't link up). telling me she is going to be down near the Cosmopolitan and was i free to link up. Honestly i felt like she was one of the coolest posters on the forum (male or female) so of course i was up for it. Head over to the Cosmo and grab a drink at the Chandalier Bar (she was getting a dress tailored or some girl type shit my memory is hazy) shoot the shit with the bartender who i have come to know on a first name basis seeing as how i spent the last 3 days getting drunk on every floor of the place. Only in Vegas can you order a Macallan 12 at 9 something in the morning and not have anyone bat in eye. I'll say it again if only Vegas rules applied to everyday life man. After my second Tara shows up.

All i can say is that Tara is a VERY cool chick. Like one of the most laid back unpretentious chicks i've met in a very long time. She's a cutie (i've told her this) but the meet up wasn't about that for neither one of us. It was definitely cool to meet up with a chick and not have that expectation of anything happening and just chilling. I suspect that one of the reasons we got up was because i wasn't on some thirst bucket shit when we were writing back and forth on the forum (no offense to some of ya'll but trying to spit game on the forums via PM is a lame move, inviting a single or group of chicks to a "room party" on the forums is a good way to make a chick think she might be the basis of a ripped from the headlines episode of Law and Order SVU, just saying). Its early as fuck so we have zero idea what to do but then the Cosmo offers plenty of choices. We decide to head over to the Wicked Spoon buffet, i had never been though i had tried basically every restaurant in the Cosmo at that point. Get online and i pull out my knot of cash to pay for us but she says nah she has it (yeah she is that type of chick just cool) and uses her reward credits for it. I gotta say i was pleasantly surprised by the buffet i don't go into any buffet expecting a whole lot (why would you, no matter what the cost per person at the end of the day the hotel ALWAYS makes a profit, trust me) but the quality of the food was good if not great and they offered a shit load of choices. Me and Tara spent a good amount of time just trading Vegas stories ,shooting the shit, and making fun of the Rediculous folks that were at the buffet along with making several trips back and forth up to the buffet (i fucks with the fried chicken there stereo type or not). We spent about an hour and a half or so just chilling and getting to know each other and was definitely a nice laid back way to spend some time in Vegas. We made plans to get up later that night, but her and her crew was fucking with the Britney concert over at Planet Hollywood so i wasn't too enthused at that proposition (though she correctly pointed out probably be a ton of chicks there afterwards and offered her wing woman services).

I know that she hasn't been on the forums for a bit and i also know most of the reasons why that's the case so fellas i'll try to do a lil Public Service Announcement: There are very few women who post on the site on a regular basis the ones who do are cool as shit from what i can see and they provide a pretty cool perspective on what chicks are thinking about certain aspects of Vegas. I can only speak for a few of them that i have either met or went back and forth with via PM but the general consensus seems to be that a lot of you'll out there are trying to do the whole "cyber pimping"(aka spitting game via email smh) thing and i could see how that might get a lil old after a minute if all your trying to do is enjoy the site and share your Vegas experiences same as dudes do. That and the approach some cats take when trying to meet up while in town seems to be a pretty big complaint. Thirst Bucketry (Trade Mark pending) is never a good look. Saying just passing it along from a few sources that's all. In any event Tara Denise i hope to see you back on the forums soon Homey!

I didn't have much of a plan until later in the evening and i didn't feel like going to a pool by myself so i decide to gamble for a bit and i sit down at the tables at Caesars for a little bit. I am NOT a fan of gambling there most times i don't really know why that is other than to say i just feel like shit is impersonal over there (i'm a big believer that half of what keeps a gambler coming back to a Casino, other than winning is the dealers). I end up finishing up a few hundred but wasn't really fun and the service on them drinks left a lot to be desired. I get a call from "Miss Iowa" (from previous days posts) asking me if i'm free that night and i'm like hell yeah nice, my evening just took a great turn. I did some touristy ass shit for the rest of the day, i met up with "The Dancer" from previous posts (who i vowed to not see for the rest of my trip, but she sent me a few pics that were... enticing) and plus i was bored. So we went on the wheel (i think its called the linq?), which was not worth it at all but fuck it, i wanted a chill day. Also afterwards i tell her pick your favorite place to eat at for lunch (i figure she is a Vegas local and i'm paying so maybe i'll get a hidden gem), nah she chooses the FUCKING CHEESE CAKE FACTORY!!! Well okay.

We get there and of course its crowded (i have never been to a cheese cake factory that isn't and i have no idea why its like a better fucking apple bees but then again apple bees are typically packed too), i didn't even know there was one in Caesars to be honest. It was adequate. The most memorable part of the meal was when i went to the bathroom and as i went to the urinal a dude comes in and starts taking a dump (whatever shit happens, i guess literally in this sense) during this time his hammered girl friend stumbles in and starts having a conversation with him as i am taking a piss and he is handle his uh 'business' as if this is totally normal (its Vegas so i suppose it is?) and since the bathroom is not very large and she has no intention of leaving she has a very visible angle to what i am 'working with' since wasn't much chance of hiding it. So that pretty much sums up my experience of the Las Vegas Cheese Cake Factory. We head back to Palms Place for dessert and i gently remind her i have plans for the night, and again feel like a douche bag but only for a little since i was clear that that was the case when she hit me up.

I make plans with Miss Iowa to meet up at Palms Place ghostbar for a drink before we figure out the rest of the night. We get up there and she is looking quite good (out of respect for her i will not post pics, but i'm tempted but also a man of my word). While we are having a drink and shooting the shit the bartender announces that "the next round is on Floyd" so of course i am like who the fuck is Floyd? Turns out it was Floyd Mayweather, he poked his head in for like 5 minutes and did "Mayweather" type things, chilling on the balcony with his entourage (this was a few days before the first Madina fight i believe) but he didn't drink and he even gave me a lil nod because of Miss Iowa (yeah she was looking that good that night lo). I am always fucking amazed at just how tiny some fighters are its funny to think that they can whoop most peoples ass when you look at them up close. Anyway, i was confused why the hell Floyd Mayweather would be at Ghost Bar at all, but my guy at the Bar told me he comes to the Palms ALL the time especially after his fights. Who the fuck knew...

[hurleyvan]

Great TR. I can see why it's taking some time to tell. So many stories. Thanks for sharing.

[Brooklyn Marc]

Great TR. I can see why it's taking some time to tell. So many stories. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks yeah I know I need to finish it but so many things happened that each entry takes a while to write so I get them up when I know I have time to spare. Will post the rest of 4/30 later tonight.

[AxelFoley]

Reading this thread is like waiting for Game of Thrones to start up... the wait might be long, but always worth it! Thanks for sharing dude.

[ukguy]

Please tell me this TR is not finished! I need more!! Kudos on an amazing trip!

[boxim]

Marc i can't believe i finished my TR before you bro... This has to be the ultimate Vegas Trip, started with O and here we are with Miss Iowa, i might consider a longer trip next time around

[Brooklyn Marc]

Marc i can't believe i finished my TR before you bro... This has to be the ultimate Vegas Trip, started with O and here we are with Miss Iowa, i might consider a longer trip next time around

I'm heading back to Vegas in a few weeks so i'm inspired to actually finish this joint to get myself hyped up. The conclusion is coming over the next few days!!!

[Brooklyn Marc]

4/30/14 Continued:

Seeing as how i'm back in Vegas this coming Sunday figured i'd knock this thing out to avoid the guilty conscious.

After observing Mayweather be Mayweather (i don't care how much money you have some dudes are just rediculous human beings) me and Miss Iowa try to figure out what to do with the rest of the night, a friend of hers hits her up and wants to know what she is up to. Turns out the friend is a dancer (an actual dancer not the stripper kind, not that i would have cared) so immediately the way this trip is going I allow myself to hope for the potential of ending the night with both (hey it already happened once this trip so dare to dream;i'm sure Dr. King didn't mean it that way but eh fuck it). Either way its either ending well for me or i'm gonna be the victim of an absolutely historic cock block. At this point the gambler in me is playing the percentages, its been one of the best trips i've had to Vegas in quite a while so i feel like i'm playing with house money.Let it ride. We decide to just kick it at Ghost bar and get to know one another more. Good convo, no pressure, no games type vibe. Eventually her friend shows up and she is indeed very attractive if a bit younger than me and Miss Iowa. Doing what i do for a living i'm a keen observer of people (you can't sell people shit they probably don't need if you don't pay attention to cues), so my gut is telling me the "Real Dancer" (not to be confused with my stripping friend from previous posts), is a cool girl but thats about all that would be up for that night. Ah well, no need to be thirst things are going swimmingly with Miss Iowa, so the situation now calls for me not to mess up that potential for the night. It occurs to me that my little cousin "D" is still in town. Perfect wingman,he is younger than i am and around the "real dancer's" age plus c'mon the kid is 6'8 and plays basketball so he has that going for him. I ask the two girls if they are up for meeting my "little" cousin and explain he is in town training with some folks preparing for the NBA draft so he is pretty much bored every day when night time comes. They agree and i call my cousin to get his ass over to Ghost Bar immediately.

After around 20 minutes or so (i don't know might have been less, i explained the situation and assured him the dancer was hot, so i feel like he definitely wasn't observing traffic laws), "D" shows up in jeans and a T shirt with a silohuette of Michael Jordan and the Acronym G.O.A.T ;this simple action does two things A.)it pisses me off cause i am a Knick' fan for life and B.) it assures that for the rest of the fucking night whenever we are side by side people will once again walk up to the two tall black dudes (i'm 6'4) and ask either "do you play basketball?" or "what does G.O.A.T mean?" (for those who don't know it stands for greatest of all time). Who the hell knew that a T shirt could be such a fucking sideshow man? I was tempted to make up unbelievably inappropriate meanings for what G.O.A.T stood for but i had been drinking single malts at a Hercules like clip. Well Okaay. Anyway, "d" and the "real dancer" hit it off right away and i could tell they was feeling each other so once again i'm State Farming and giving the Cliff Paul assist. That's the second time in as many nights that i set this kid up with chicks who were definitely up for whatever so i'm expecting something nice around Christmas time from this kid (i'm partial to boats in case he might be reading), with the friend now occupied and with my card taking care of the tab we decide to get bottle service out on the Patio of Ghost Bar cause fuck it why not, AND for a chill night i'll take that view and the relative quiet that comes with it being off strip. Don't get me wrong i'm not singing the praises of Ghost Bar as a go to spot, but for me seeing as how i got suckered into staying at Palms Place for 10 days i can say that as a starter spot/way too drunk or tired to drag myself to the strip, kind it'll do in a pinch. For a random midweek night was a decent night AND getting a drink on the house from Mayweather was a only in Vegas type story (though in my inebriated state, part of me wanted to go over there and challenge him to a slap boxing contest or some shit, i get competitive whenever i meet professional athletes, i once got into an argument with Shane Mosley over pick up basketball in NYC, HE KNOWS HE FOULED ME!).

Anyway. We finish up the bottles we ordered with some help from a group of chicks who were sitting next to us that had struck up a conversation with Miss Iowa and the Real Dancer. I wouldn't exactly call them bottle rats cause they were sincere in offering to pay, but since they had ordered a few bottles of Rose' wine (and i am not a teenage girl and therefore wasn't drinking any) figured fuck it new people to chill with. Turns out they were from Canada (seriously i have NEVER been to Vegas and not chilled with Canadians, including recently being in a Canadian dudes wedding who i met two years ago in Vegas and became mad good friends with, so take my advice if your in Vegas and fuck with our neighbors to the north, i would be stunned if you regret it. They are good for more than Maple Syrup, Oil and strip clubs lol.) I found out they were here for the next few days so i make a mental note of that and in the friendliest way i could (so as not to fuck up what i have working with Miss Iowa) exchange numbers and tell them to hit me up if they are doing anything good, this would turn out great for me for a couple of reasons over the next few days and Miss Iowa was confident enough to not pay it any mind. In the midst of all the bottle popping i realize that "D" and the "Real Dancer" have mysteriously disappeared for a while and i am not real sure where they went or how long they had been gone. I had forgotten that somewhere in the evening i had given D my key to my suite cause he said he had things to do in the bathroom that a gentleman doesn't do in public (his words). So i slide to the side and give him a call and of course he has used the room for smashing purposes. The evening id dying down and i know i could definitely get Miss Iowa back to the room provided it was empty, cause even though its a one bedroom suite and has a ton of space there is NO WAY in hell she is going back to the spot with my little cousin and her friend making the beast with two backs (shakespearian shit). I decide not to push it, part of me feels like there's no rush i guess the part of my brain that still had brain cells despite the total debauchery if this trip and i play it cool without letting it on that her home girl is slutting it up in MY room. SMFH. Part of me was tempted to duck into the room and grab my IPAD and blast "It ain't no fun if the Homey's can't have none" by the Dogg Pound just for the story i would be able to tell, but alas i would wake up in the morning feeling like an asshole for doing that to family, though i suspect in the middle of doing it i would be absolutely fucking tickled.

And so i walked Miss Iowa to the taxi service get a few kisses and a crotch squeeze while waiting and promise to hit her up before i leave (which i DEFINITELY did, more to come on that). And so my night ended with me with early onset blue balls and me absolutely going to town on several Earl Of Sandwiches at like 4 in the morning. Still an epic night, but sometimes i think life would be easier without little cousins...

[ArmyVegas]

Early Onset Blue Balls is a serious condition. I heard it can lead to blindness. I see i'm not the only one who experienced some friendly Canadians eh!

[Brooklyn Marc]

Early Onset Blue Balls is a serious condition. I heard it can lead to blindness. I see i'm not the only one who experienced some friendly Canadians eh!

LMAO. Yeah i might have overstated my condition, but at the time i seem to recall feeling pissed. Dude i ALWAYS run into Canadians in Vegas never fails. Like i said never had a bad time with em though

[boxim]

@armyvegas @brooklynmarc I think ya'll need to come party in Toronto

[Brooklyn Marc]

@armyvegas @brooklynmarc I think ya'll need to come party in Toronto

Say the word Bruh and i'll make it out there. Dead ass.

[ArmyVegas]

@armyvegas @brooklynmarc I think ya'll need to come party in Toronto

Hmmm. Toronto you say? I am heading up to NJ earlier next year sooo......