A Cancelled Flight, Counterfeit Limos, and a Brazilian Girl with an EXCELLENT memory.

[DigitalPirate]

Haha this TR is amazing. Love it so far, keep it up!

[Cirilo Medina]

Fabian Arche is a badass afterhours DJ! Check him out on soundcloud. Keep it coming, love this TR

[Gumbo_Techno]

Sorry for the delay again guys!


Saturday, August 31st
I wake up at around 10 AM. In a robe. With a half-eaten hamburger and an order of french fries on a tray next to me. No remembrance of ordering room service, or how I even put a robe in my drunken state that morning. I call BL and CG to make sure they're still alive, and to see what time we'll be heading out to the Hard Rock. Beforehand, we all agreed upon Rehab because it's such a crazy pool party from what we've heard. After we bought tickets, we found out it would be Robbie Rivera that'll be playing on the day we go. Awesome!!! He's one of the main reasons why I started spinning records 5 years ago. One of my absolute favorites!

I hop in the shower, brush, shave, and throw on my Juicy Music (Robbie Rivera's record label) shirt. I meet CG and BL downstairs at the Carson Street Cafe to grab a bite to eat before we head out. While we're eating our omelets, BL, who was the most sober out of the 2 of us last night, gives us a quick recap of what happened after we left Drai's. While at Drai's, in the hip-hop/top 40 room, BL was approached by a girl asking if he was a model. He told her no. She got pissy and left. On the way out of Bally's, apparently I tried to use quarters, nickels, and some other loose change from my pocket to buy into a blackjack game. Obviously, they didn't allow it, so I left a penny on the table and told the pit boss to go buy himself another one of those suits. He was not amused. Once we got outside, the bellman points to a black Escalade and asked us if we wanted to take a limo back to our hotel. CG argues with him that that's not a limo, and how are they gonna try to pass that off as a limo to us.."is it because we're drunk? is it because a black guy is with us? I'm writing my Congressman!" (hence, we gave him the nickname CG). Then, once we got back to the Golden Nugget, something inside of my head told me it'd be fun to parade around the casino floor while singing the YMCA. Apparently a couple of people from a nearby roulette table joined in as well. I also became very irate at the fact that my credit card wouldn't unlock my room door, but luckily BL was able to help me grab my key out of my wallet. Keep in mind, me and CG had been drinking for 12+ hours that day, and we had a 7 hour head start on BL. By the time BL is done giving us a recap of what had happened, I'm in tears and nearly choking on my omelet from laughter, so we pay our tab and cab it over to the Hard Rock (still, no clue how the robe was put on my body nor do I remember how I got the hamburger)

We get there, and wander around aimlessly for about 20 minutes trying to find where Rehab is. We finally get there, it's about 12:30 so the line isn't too bad. Couldn't help but laugh at the "Drug Amnesty Box" sitting at the entrance, and the guy who claims his wallet got stolen so he was asking everybody to take their wallets out "to make sure you didn't pick his up on mistake". gtfo bro. We make our way in, grab a bucket of beer, and sit down at the edge of the pool. Beer's flowing, opening DJ is playing some melodic, groovy, tech-house, all's well so far. BL and CG get up to go walk around while I sit there and look after our personal stuff. Out of the corner of my eye, I see this girl next to me with a couple of her friends staring at me, and biting her bottom lip. After a couple of minutes, I strike up a conversation with her. Turns out her name's Courtney, from Victorville, CA, now going to UNLV. I'd eventually come to the conclusion that she was dumber than a bar of soap (or shy, idk) so I none the less blew her off. Hey, to me, intelligence is sexier than looks. Don't care how good you look, if you don't have brains, then I won't talk to you. Anywho..

CG and BL come back, we're just lounging around (while I'm constantly checking the score of the football game I placed a bet on), and we decide to take a few shots from the waitresses walking around...Rehab shots I think it was called? $10/piece, and they carried somewhat of a punch to them. Beer buckets weren't too bad either..a bucket of 5 or 6 for $25..at Drai's they were $80 -_- CG and BL are talking to some random girls, when just out of nowhere, a guy gets on the mic and says something along the lines of "GIVE IT UP FOR MOGUAI!....ROBBIE RIVERA'S IN THE HOUSE!". I got up, and darted over to the dance floor/area in front of the DJ booth/whatever you wish to call it and there he was. The man himself. Robbie freaking Rivera. There wasn't a whole lot of people in that general area, and somehow, me and Robbie Rivera made eye contact. He smiles and points at what I assume is my shirt. Sweet Jesus! Robbie Rivera just smiled and pointed at me! Adeihirtuhiuosthgdstyjhteyh

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Luckily, I had my iPhone out to capture that perfect moment. My weekend has officially been made.

Robbie's playing a grooving set, and more and more people are starting to pile in. This shit is starting to go off..when all of a sudden it starts drizzling a little bit. Noooo. Noooo. Eventually, it goes away. Last thing any of us want is rain on our freaking pool party. I'm standing there, just having a smoke and enjoying a beer when I see this ripped, roided out dude give a girl walking by him a high 5..then when she walks by he smacks her ass. She turns around, slaps the piss out of him, thus making his Ray Ban sunglasses hit the ground and one of the lenses breaking. I LOL'd, nearly choking on my cigarette.

Robbie keeps doing his thing, met all kinds of interesting people...group of dudes from San Diego celebrating a bachelor party (prayers sent), a couple of sorority girls from Missouri, etc. I check my Facebook, and noticed that Robbie posted a crowd pic! I'm in the black t-shirt in front of the umbrella stick with both of my hands up.

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When Robbie's set was finished, I ended up getting to meet him, have a small chat, and get a picture with him. Very nice guy, and very humble. Said he appreciated the support for his record label, and that it's always nice to see people representing Needless to say, I was starstruck. I had a smile on my face for the rest of the weekend!

We stuck around for a bit after Robbie was finished to listen to David Solano, and he was pretty good. 6 PM comes rolling around, and we decide we've had enough fun at Rehab so we head to a restaurant inside of the Hard Rock and grab a bite to eat while watching some college football. We have a couple of beers, pay our tab, go play some blackjack, and decide to head back to the Golden Nugget. While we're walking over to the cab line, I see this hand reach out and squeeze BL's ass. Me and CG walk away while he's working his magic. Cabbie rolls up, BL gets her number, and we're heading back to the Golden Nugget.

We get back to the Golden Nugget and BL and CG inform me that they want to take a nap for a bit before continuing with the nights festivities. I hop in the shower, get dressed, and decide to try my luck downstairs in some poker. I stayed for about 30 minutes, no luck, and decided to head over to the blackjack tables. Won another $400(I swear, I had a horseshoe up my ass or something..), cashed out, and decided to see if BL and CG were ready to go. I go up to their rooms, we take a shot of Jack Daniels, and roam about Freemont Street.

As we're walking along, double fisting beers, BL suggest that we go to the strip club, The Glitter Gulch. Hell, he was right about the craps tables at The D, so I trusted his judgement on this one. Boy, was I wrong..(story continued in next post)

[Gumbo_Techno]

We get to the entrance of the Glitter Gulch, where the door lady tells us there's no cover charge and "tons of gorgeous women in there ready to make all of your fantasies come true!" (which was bullshit)..We show them our ID's, walk in, and instantly, I feel my IQ drop by about 40 points. Being here left a rather sour taste in my mouth (until I got to Body English, which I'll get to later on). We sit down, are informed that it's a 2 drink minimum at $9/drink, order drinks, and watch the sights of this cesspool. We are constantly hounded by strippers (I know that's their job, but damn, no need to be so aggressive), the cheesy music, and the slow service. Our drinks finally arrived, when I was approached by a decent looking girl who somewhat resembled Kate Upton. She asked me if I wanted a lap dance, I took her up on it. We get to some seating area, she's doing her thing, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, another girl comes up and starts dancing on me as well. Eh, ok, cool. When the 10 minutes is finally up, I am informed that it would cost me $200. "Really?! $200 for 10 minutes?! WR0T3E4TYIOERJGKHRFGJK FUCKING REALLY?!". Livid doesn't even begin to describe how I'm feeling. "Yes, sweety, a 10 minute dance is $100, with 2 of us that's $200. Do I need to go get a calculator?". I tell her it's a load of crap and I never even asked the other one to come in the first place. I'm getting pretty irate at this point and I see a couple of bouncers approaching. On the off chance that I'll get dragged to an alley and get the crap kicked out of me, I reluctantly pay the $200. "No tip?" the Kate Upton lookalike asks. "Yeah, look both ways before crossing the street" I reply to her, as they both roll their eyes and walk off.

I get back to the table in front of the stage that BL and CG are sitting at, and ask them if they're ready to go, when out of nowhere, a waitress walks up with $100 in one dollar bills and hands it to BL. Oh fuck, we'll be here for a while I'm guessing. BL starts to make it rain on stage, and he eventually gets swarmed by other strippers, while me and CG just have this bewildered look on our faces. CG taps me on the shoulder and says "why are we here? I feel so..dirty". Good question. BL goes in the back for a lap dance, and I warn him about the experience I just had. He kinda laughs it off and walks to the back with one of the strippers. Me and CG get up, grab our drinks and go sit at the bar, where we're none the less left alone. We have a couple of drinks, a shot or two, when BL comes back up and is bitching about getting charged $200 for 10 minutes from 2 girls. I tried telling him about it beforehand, but he nonetheless blew it off. Finally, he says those 7 words I've been yearning to hear: "Let's get the fuck out of here!". I walk out of there feeling dirty, disgusting, and abused. My only consolation is that these women clearly needed the money more than I did, which does little to soothe my bruised ego.

We roam around Fremont Street for a bit, and decide to give Gold Diggers another shot. We walk in, have a drink and a cigarette, and do some people watching on the balcony. BL and CG end up getting approached by these 2 GORGEOUS cougars, mid-to-late 30's, and strike up a conversation with them. Me, being the friend I am, I step away for a second and make a trip to the restroom. I check my Facebook to see what's happening back at home, when I notice a post from Robbie Rivera stating that he would be playing at Body English inside of the Hard Rock later on in the evening! I go back to the balcony, see that BL and CG are still talking to these 2 ladies, and inform them that I'll be heading over to the Hard Rock for my 2nd dose of Robbie Rivera (no homo). They say they'll meet up with me there later on, and I'm on my way.

I get to the Hard Rock and notice there's a line about a mile long outside of Body English. I step in line, and after about 10 minutes of the line not moving, a lightbulb comes on inside of my head. I pull a $20 out of my wallet and cup it in my head, then make my way over to the the bouncer in the empty VIP/Table Service line, and start to make some small talk.

Me: Hey, how's it going man? Busy night eh?
Bouncer: Yeah, it is. Robbie Rivera always packs the house over here.
Me: There's no possible way to..say, skip the line is there (as I inconspicuously show him the $20 behind my thumb in the palm of my hand)
Bouncer: Oh, yes sir! Hang tight for one second!

The bouncer walks over to the cashier, and fills out some kind of slip. I'm thinking that I'm still gonna have to pay the cover on top of this, but much to my surprise, he comes back with this slip that's a guest pass. We shake hands, he tells me "Give this to the cashier and you're covered! Have a good night!". Boom. Bribery: The Spirit of Las Vegas. I get a wristband, walk in, hand the guest pass over to the cashier, and I'm all set. Can't believe the $20 bribe let me beat the cover. Once again, the Vegas Gods shined their light upon me and said "gumbo_techno, sorry about your experience at the Glitter Gulch earlier. hope this makes up for it.". It did indeed, as this place was packed and Robbie was laying down a wicked set..MILES better than the one he played at Rehab earlier in the day, as it was a bit mainstream (expected since it is Rehab), but that night, he played a lot of the deeper stuff I love. I'm in the front of the stage, just jamming away, when out of the corner of my eye, I see this tall girl, about my height, just dancing away. I strike up a conversation, but can barely understand her because of her thick accent. I ask her if I can go buy her a drink, she says sure. We head over to the bar where she's giving me her entire life story (80% of which I don't remember due to my drunken state/loudness in the club/THICK accent) Come to find out, she's from Brazil with a couple of her girlfriends for the weekend. We dance a little bit, have a couple of drinks, make out some, cab it back to the Golden Nugget, and the rest is history. Might I add that BL and CG thought it'd be funny to start banging on my door and yell out "LAS VEGAS PD! OPEN UP NOW!" while I was getting ready to go to pound town..fuckers.

Sunday/Monday/Tuesday coming soon! Thanks again for reading!

[Gumbo_Techno]

Fabian Arche is a badass afterhours DJ! Check him out on soundcloud. Keep it coming, love this TR

Thanks man! Yeah, Fabian is sick as fuck. Ended up meeting him after his set on the night before I left..very nice guy and very humble! Him and Chris Garcia are awesome

[ArmyVegas]

Glad that the Brazilian made up for that $100 you spent....No way I would have paid that $100. They would have had to drag me out in the alley. Not that I can't afford it....it's the principle.

[Gumbo_Techno]

Sunday, September 1st

Me and my new found 'friend' from the night before wake up at roughly 11 or so, talk for a minute, get dressed, and I treated her to breakfast at the Carson Street Cafe (but not before knocking on BL and CG's door to make sure they're both alive)..we eat, I pay, walk her to the cab line, and we go our seperate ways. BL and CG text me to let me know they got a day bed by the pool so I went change into my swim trunks and started making my way over there. On my way over, I stopped in the sports book and placed a bet on the Rangers-Twins baseball game (The Rangers lost, I got pissy, and ripped up the ticket, so sorry..no pics :P). I make my way up and we all give recaps of our night. CG and BL ended up splitting from those 2 cougars they met at Gold Diggers due to one of them getting into an all out shouting match with their husband over the phone. They then decided to walk from the Golden Nugget to the Stratosphere, as it "didn't look very far". As they described it, "we got a real taste of what Vegas was like. Cracked out whores, gangsters, and homeless people were everywhere.". They also said they came across a group of rough looking dudes, but nothing happened fortunately. Tip for all of you going to Vegas: don't walk from the Golden Nugget to the Stratosphere. You're welcome.

I go on to tell them about my night, and we all exchanged high fives. Sat at the pool for most of the day, drank like fish, and shot the shit with a group of teachers that were in from Minnesota for the weekend. Gorgeous girl named M seemed interested in CG, but she was rather lame and boring according to him. BL was all over this other girl (or lady I should say), and we decided to leave them be as we went down the water slide that passes through a shark tank over and over again. Tons of fun. We float around the lazy river for a bit, BL comes and meets us, saying he lost that girl he was talking to as she just 'disappeared' for one reason or another. We decide to call it a day and go up to the room to get ready for the night ahead which consists of...drum roll....Above & Beyond at Surrender inside of Encore!

I head up to the room, shower, and try to take a nap for a bit but the excitement of the show is just killing me so I get dressed and go try my luck in blackjack down stairs. Lost $1000 over the course of the hour at a VERY cold table, which put me at right around even for the trip. Oh well. At least the dealer took my money with a smile. BL texts me saying they're ready to go, so we cab it over to the Wynn and take in some of the sights. All of a sudden, I start having flash backs from what happened a couple of nights ago (see the OP for details) and decide to jet over to Encore to get in line for the show. I'm a bit paranoid that I'll run into this couple again, hoping to God that they left, and luckily, I didn't. Once again, the line is about a mile long, and every attempt at bribery gets shot down like it did when I tried it to get into Tryst. After waiting for a little while, we finally make our way in.

We walk around for a bit, grab a drink, do some people watching, and set up shop right in front of the DJs booth. If we were gonna do this, we were gonna do it the right way..front and center. I step away for a second to go to the bathroom, and then I realize my biggest fear of the night..losing my spot in front of the DJs booth when more people come in. Now, if you've been to Surrender, you'll know the dance floor enter/exit situation..but for those that haven't, basically, there's a red velvet rope that goes from the end of the DJ's booth to back of the dance floor, leaving a rather small indention to enter/exit. Kinda hard to explain..I'll see if I can find pics to give a better idea. I ask a bouncer standing nearby if I can step over the velvet rope to go to the bathroom (which in retrospect was a dumb question) and he tells me he can't..but if I take care of him he'll take care of me. I pull out $80, give him a shake, and point out BL and CG, letting him know they're both with me and with a big smile he says "you guys are taken care of". Once again..Bribery: The spirit of Las Vegas.

I get back, let BL and CG know that we're taken care of by the bouncer near the velvet ropes for the night. The opening DJ was decent at best, formatting was a bit off and he was kind of all over the place, but he still played a few decent tunes. The club is getting more and more people coming in, and when Above & Beyond enter through a side door and make their way up to the DJs booth, the whole place just explodes with loud cheers and excitement. Paavo stops to shake a couple of hands, and when he shakes mine, once again, I get that same star struck feeling that I had when Robbie Rivera pointed to me at Rehab lol.

A&B came on, and this place is ecstatic. They play a couple of their new tunes, some new tunes from their label Anjunabeats, and have everybody "in their zone". However, as good as the night (and whole trip) has been, we did suffer a casualty. My iPhone decided it wanted to freeze up and not take videos when they were playing one of my favorite tracks, so I thought it'd be a brilliant idea to slam it against the railing in front of me. Bad idea. iPhone is completely fucked. Only thing I'm getting is a white screen. Shit. I needed to upgrade anyways, I tell myself. Shit. I don't have a phone. Fuck. Whatever.

At around 4 AM, our bodies tell us it's had enough and head back to the Golden Nugget (in an Escalade/counterfeit "limo"). The whole way back, I'm smiling ear to ear. The night was just so magical. Best show I've been to in a very long time. It wasn't just 2 guys pressing play,and asking you over and over again "Who is ready to jump?!". These guys are truly special. To simplify it the best way I can, Above & Beyond connects everyone on the dance floor at an emotional level. Whether it's singing your heart out with thousands of people the lyrics of Sun & Moon or remembering a past version of yourself, they get you right in the feels. They don't do drops or make everyone rage, they simply bring out the emotion in people and the people react in the matter they see fit.

I finally get to my room, and pass out as soon as my body hits the bed mattress. Vegas was starting to take its toll on me, but hell, it's been totally worth it.

Up next: The Brazilian girl with the GREAT memory, upside down stone kissing, and more craps.

thanks for reading guys!

[Gumbo_Techno]

Glad that the Brazilian made up for that $100 you spent....No way I would have paid that $100. They would have had to drag me out in the alley. Not that I can't afford it....it's the principle.

I thought the exact same thing, but in the end, I sucked it up and took it as a lesson learned (do NOT go to Glitter Gulch on Fremont St)

[Gumbo_Techno]

Monday, September 2nd

I wake up to my room phone ringing at around noon (my cell phone was out of commission).

Me: Hello?
BL: Yo, S! You up yet?
Me: now I am, yes
BL: Come to my room. We need to talk (with a snickering sound in his voice)

Immediately, I start thinking the worse. Did him and CG do something stupid to get us kicked out of the hotel? Did he get robbed by a hooker last night? Did he lose all of his money playing craps?

I walk over, knock, and he lets me in. He's smiling the Grinch and CG is sitting on the sofa, snickering and giggling like a little school girl.

BL: Bro..um, I don't know how to say this, but..remember that Brazilian girl you met the other night?
Me: Uhhh...yeah
BL: She came up to your room last night after we get back from Sur-
Me: Wait, what?!
BL: Yeah, after we got back from Surrender, I heard somebody knocking on your door. At first, I thought you ordered room service, or maybe somebody had the wrong room, but they just wouldn't stop knocking. I opened my door, and there she stood.
Me: you're kidding me dude. how the hell did she remember what room, much less what floor I was in? We've been here for 3 or 4 nights and I still have to look at the key jacket.
BL: I have no clue, but she was asking for you. I tried calling your room phone several times, we practically beat down your door, but you were out like a light bulb man.

CG is in tears from all of this, and I'm just in shock that I pretty much stood her up, even though I had no clue in the world that she was coming. I hadn't spoken to her since she left that previous morning, and I have no clue what possessed her to come by. I'm even more amazed by the fact that she remembered my room number and what floor I was staying on. Most people would feel creeped out, but not I. Like I said, I was in pure amazement. Either she was crazy, desperate, or...wanted some more? Some things will just have to remain unknown I suppose.

We decided to spend our last full day in Vegas lounging by the pool at the Golden Nugget, as we were completely shattered from the previous days. Nothing too exciting happens today..but then again, I'm not quite sure anything will match the excitement of my first night here. We lounged by the pool, had a few beers, I called AT&T to see about getting a replacement phone..the rep told me it would be at my house for Wednesday (which was perfect as I'd be back that morning), but it'd cost $200 through my insurance. Whatever, I need a phone. I get that settled, we head up to our respective rooms at around 5 or 6, shower, change, and get ready for the evening ahead. I decide to start packing everything, as it'll make for an easy check out process in the morning, and then it starts to hit me: Post-Vegas Depression. This is really it, I tell myself. I take a moment and have a seat, staring out into the view of The Strip in the distance. My entire Vegas trip just starts flashing right in front of my eyes, and it's hard not to crack a smile. The greatest weekend of our lives was slowly drawing to an end, and in less than 24 hours, we'll all be going our separate ways...but I know this won't be our last time down here.

Me, CG, and BL all rendezvous up, and take a walk down Fremont Street. We decide to go into a mom and pop pizza place, grab a beer, and chow down. Hands down, some of the best pizza I've ever had..and I can't remember the name of it for the life of me. After we're done, we check out some skateboarders and BMX riders doing a demo right outside of the pizza shop. I must say, those guys have balls the size of grapefruits. After we gander, ooh and ahh for a bit, we decide to head back to CG's room to pregame for a bit. We take a few shots of Jack Daniels, order some beer via room service, and reminisce on the whole trip. After doing that for a couple of hours, we decide to go see what kind of shenanigans we can get into.

We start strolling down Fremont Street again....and in unison, stop in front of The D.

BL: Think I still have the magic?
Me: .....Only one way to find out.

We walk in, head over to the exact same table, post up in our exact same spots, buy in for $200, and boom...my roll. I place my bet on the pass line, shoot, and out comes the 6. My favorite number. I fire up a cigarette, and somehow, someway, BL passed on his magic to me, because the hits just kept on coming, and after my roll was done, we were up ~$240. BL had a nice roll, resulting in us cashing out for $610..not a bad night at all. We tipped the waitress very generously when she came around, and our beers never got empty, so we were a bit sloshed at this point. We decide to start walking around, when we go upstairs and see what's known as a Blarney Stone. BL informs me that it's good luck to kiss one, and even better luck to kiss it upside down. Me being his best friend, I just had to assist him with that..

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We still giggle like little school girls at the sight of that picture.

At this point, it's around 1:45 or so, and CG and BL are ready to head back to the Golden Nugget. I can't believe this is pretty much the last straw. As exhausted as my body is, I don't want this to be over...then it dawns on me, hmm..I wonder if Drai's is open. I use BL's phone, call Bally's to find out, and it turns out they are open. We get back to the Golden Nugget, CG and BL inform me that they're gonna get a bite to eat and go to bed. I head over to the cab stand, and cab it over to Bally's. I know on the way there, my body is gonna completely hate me for this. Checkout is at noon, and my first of 3 flights leaves at 7 PM, with an overnight flight from LAX to Houston, but I don't get this kind of music at home, given our electronic music scene pretty much blows... so I end up staying at Drai's until about 7 AM, got back to the hotel at around 7:45 or so, and immediately passed out. Fabian Arche and Chris Garcia were playing all night, so once again, it was all worth it.

Tuesday, September 3rd

I wake up to a phone call from BL at around 11 AM informing me that it's about time for us to checkout and roll. Good thing I had everything packed up already because I felt as if I got hit by a bus. We check out, go check our bags with the bellman, and go grab some breakfast. Post Vegas Depression hit as all at this point..last time we'd be all be sharing a meal. We pay our tab, and go walk around for a bit..the mood is a bit somber, as we're all wiped out, and real life is a plane flight away. At around 2, we hop on a shuttle to get to the airport, as BL and CG's flights were scheduled for 5 PM. After our arrival at the airport, we decide to take one last photo.

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We all exchange handshakes and bro hugs, and go our separate ways as we were all on different airlines. This was it. Until next time Vegas! Thanks again for reading guys. We were supposed to go again this past weekend, but, life happens. CG ended up meeting a girl and marrying her a few months after our trip, BL's military obligations didn't allow it, and my work schedule hasn't allowed me to take time off. I promise, though, for the next trip, I won't leave you guys with a cliffhanger

[Gumbo_Techno]

meant to add this after my last post, but for the first timers..

*Staying downtown is a bit cheaper than staying on the Strip, but cabs can get pricey after a while. There is The Deuce, which is a bus system that runs throughout downtown and the Strip..for $7, you'll get a 24 hour pass. It'll take a little bit longer to get where you're going as opposed to a cab, but it's ideal for those on a budget

*Glitter Gulch downtown blows. Don't go there.

*Tryst, Surrender, pretty much any club in the Wynn/Encore is legit. Would highly recommend.

*If a couple invites you back to their room for some "fun", tell them to go eat a bag of dicks.

*The $20 sandwich at check-in can work wonders.

On a separate note, we plan on going back to Vegas LDW of 2015. Hard to believe it's been a full year since our weekend of debauchery.

[ocam]

Thanks for the TR - great read. Tech/deep house for the win !

Looks like there will be a fair few of us from JC in town during LDW 2015.

[Cirilo Medina]

Fabian Arche and Chris Garcia are badass!

[Gumbo_Techno]

Thanks for the TR - great read. Tech/deep house for the win !

Thanks for reading Love tech/deep house. Glad there's a place in Vegas that keeps it proper.

Looks like there will be a fair few of us from JC in town during LDW 2015.

[Gumbo_Techno]

Fabian Arche and Chris Garcia are badass!

+10000000000000000000000000000. Their styles are very unique and distinct. Actually ran into Chris Garcia (again) during Winter Music Conference in Miami earlier this year.. could hardly understand a thing he was saying due to the loud music and his thick accent haha