Group of 40... no one MIA - I think !

[JayMan]

You can't go wrong with either Rob Ford or Nikki Benz as your mayor... "Trade in your Ford for a Benz!"

[JayMan]

I came in just hoping to post a link to the after movie I made from our latest Vegas trip and giving a few details – but I was basically told : You don’t come in here, flash your skills, get us all pumped up and have a quickie before leaving and letting us feeling amused but unsatisfied!...

So, here it goes.

Background… A mixed group of 39 French Canadians (bear with me in English – thanks!): 21 guys and 18 ladies between 22 and 40 years old going to the Exodus festival, a good friend and I being reps and setting the Exodus record for wristbands. (We have already started the #QuestFor100 for next year – should be a blast!)… A subgroup of 9 (including me) staying at a great friend’s house (15 minutes off the strip), 3 girls at Monte Carlo, a couple at Planet Hollywood and the bulk of the group at different MGM Signature suites and upper penthouse – the predrink headquarters (penthouse38.com if you ever want to book there – great view, best quality/price ratio I’ve seen in Sin city).

Wednesday – Go Habs Go!

9 of us (friend’s house subgroup) get there on Wednesday, put on our Habs jersey (3:29 mark in the video) and head to Double Barrel to watch Game7 of the Habs/Bruins series but a private event is going on there and we frantically find a nearby spot (Diablo’s cantina) and ask to put on the game for us to see.

Habs play a great game and unexpectedly win the series, we are shouting and literally jumping all over the place at every goal (with the complimentary Grand Marnier shot obviously) we’re owning that place making new high five and fist pumping friends along the way, one of our girl being ask to spin the wheel to find the next drink on specials (she got black leggings on and every single guy in there is watching her ass as she spins – I already love that trip!). Bud light bottles and vodka drinks everywhere on our table – we end up on the strip for more high fives, Go Habs Go shouts and finally pick up cabs to head back to the mansion.

Everybody is already drunk but what the heck – our team is invisible – so why not get some more Goose and Ciroc in to make sure of it. I finally crash alone outside on one of the long chair next to the pool but one of the girls (far right, same shot) comes out and starts bashing me in a friendly way (only seeing her twice at parties back in Montreal) that I have a reputation, that she didn’t make the trip to f*ck anyone and obviously, before you know it we are making out like there is no tomorrow. Everybody else inside is now looking on and starts chanting: Suck his d*ck, eat her p*ssy… Yeah, very mature… but we had to oblige…

Thursday night – Let’s start that festival with a bang!

Everybody else gets to Vegas in the morning, early or late afternoon – and surprisingly, no fun story of anyone missing his flight, losing his luggage, not having his reservation booked in… Meanwhile, we get groceries and an incredible amount of alcohol: Rum, Jager, Goose, Grand Marnier, etc. to make sure all 40 of us have enough (even though we are going to 4 pool parties and 5 nightclubs) – strategic planning fail #1!

We all meet at the MGM Signature UPH, people get acquainted, feels like a house party with some uncomfortable small talks left and right, so my rep friend and I decides that Jager shots are in order… and before you know it, one magnum is gone… That gets people going so, why not do some more of the same!... You get the idea, we’re a funny group (that’s what we think anyway) walking from the Signature to Hakkasan – we lose a few along the way at craps tables – but we have no issues getting in (even though we get our wristband the next day only).

I get with a small group of Vegas virgins to the back left bar (my to-go spot) and proceed to call 12 Grand Marnier shots : 240$+tips down the drain in 25 seconds is a quick reminder that we’re in Vegas and those virgins feel sorry for me and evidently will get me drinks and shots later on (they get a quick idea of how it is going to be and I hope that this will help me to convince them in getting bottle service later on in the weekend). Strategic planning fail #2 as, not only it didn’t help getting tables; it starts a spiral of orders at that bar.

By the fuzzy pics of Nervo I got on my iPhone, I can tell you that we got close to them on the dance floor but that’s basically it. The only other moment I recall from that night is when I’m walking back to Signature (thank God someone at the UPH opened that door), 3 girls and 2 guys are doing the same in front of me and I hear one of the girl say to her friend: Look, there is one cute guy alone behind us… and me shouting back: Don’t even think about it, I wouldn’t be able to get it up…

Next up Friday: Sleeping with two guys - and - Asians revenge!

[SuZQ]

You don’t come in here, flash your skills, get us all pumped up and have a quickie before leaving and letting us feeling amused but unsatisfied!...

Um.. Story. Of. My. Life.

Thank you for obliging me.. Sorry for giving you shit.

[JayMan]

Friday – Why is there sand in that pool?!

I get up to the sound of the blender, where are those damn Gatorade?! Not even having time to look for one, I get handed out a Rum smoothie – good idea – if Rum was one of the ingredients, and not the only one it seems! I scramble for my phone, figure out that I slept in my rep friend’s bed along with him and another guy (gladly, I still got my jeans on), and see that I have missed a few texts and calls from my friend living in Vegas – ranging from: Where are you bud? to Are you ok? and finally to I’ll see you tomorrow hope you didn’t get married to a fatso… yeah, cool friend…

I call him back and ask him to get to the HQ with swimwear so we can get to Hard Rock to pick up our wristbands.

No one in the Exodus lineup looks at me with a ThatsTheDoucheFromHak bouncing everywhere on the dance floor look, that’s reassuring, must not have been that bad of a night after all (we are known to have trashed a few dance floors in the past, being 6’4” and with other tall friends, elbows flying on little Asian guys, not a thing I’m proud of).

We quickly get our wristbands, the guys from Exodus letting us know that we broke the record, bla bla, we’re welcome to party with them at their cabana and/or booth at the next events – yeah, that didn’t happen… They were more interested in giving out two red bikinis to my friends if they promise to wear them at an event – perverts! (Now, I need to know how to be part of that organising crew!).

We pick up a spot outside around the big pool, get a few 60$/6pack there (relatively cheap!), make sure we get our sunscreen on (you know, whitey gang from the north!) and jump in the pool – what the hell is that?! You mean to tell me that they put in the efforts of having sand at the bottom of that pool. That’s motivation for you; guess I’m a lazy guy…

Crowd is so-so, no one’s in the mood to drink much, get to know a few ladies from Windsor and Toronto – cool chats but nothing else going on… why don’t we head back to the mansion, I’ve seen enough sand for the day – If I wanted to go to Spring Break in Cancun I would have gone (had a great week at the Oasis back in the days – but that’s another TR!).

At the mansion, we start a tummies tourney (beer pong tangent game: 2:31 in the video) and end up with a cute dinner (0:55) but basically chilling in the pool and Jacuzzi – getting ready for a big night!

Friday night – The revenge of the Asians!

We wait and wait and wait for girls to get ready… and finally head to the HQ, getting pumped up for a big night – no one’s a virgin anymore and we are going back to Hakkasan. I try to convince a small group: 6, 8 or 10 to do bottle service, yes it’ll be pricey but we could do the Pavilion and try and bring back ladies other there. Yes, no, maybe, why, really?... F*ck it, I won’t argue too long, I’m there to have fun with friends, and here we go!

We stop at a craps table along the way – hand 100$ to a friend who loves to play there – I only know the basics, pass line, don’t seven out and try to act cool as I’m not sure if we are winning or not before his reaction – oh yeah, that 100$ gets to 170$ as we step aside and head to Hakkasan… how much is that booth besides Tiesto already?!

Easy entry and I find a small group to ‘our’ back left bar, usual shots and drinks… and then the mayhem… Let’s get to the dance floor – worst idea ever (look at 0:13)… The only good point was dancing without having to move, just by being pushed and tossed around… I get to meet a few ladies and to grind them (that’s an American thing, if we get that far in Montreal, it’s on – while she might get humped by another guy 5 minutes later in Vegas without any reaction from anyone – we need to adjust to that while clubbing in the States)… and I finally spot a nice girl with a provocative white dress on (2:29). I manage to get close to her, she’s dancing on the sides of a booth and we begin to chat even though I’m on the other side of the ropes.

We chit-chat, usual Vegas poorly disguised pickup lines: Where are from? When did you get in? Staying where?... and she gets down, close to the ropes, in order for us to talk quietly – this is going very well!... And then I felt the dagger later on when she asks where my booth is so we could grab a drink together… All I could baffled was that we chose not to do bottle service every night… She was back up in a hurry it seems (damn bottlerats lol) and I saw Asians guys smiling in the booth next to where we were chatting… call it karma I guess!

I try to find the girls I talked to earlier to no avail and dance for a few moments trying make it seems like I wasn’t affected by that rejection… and go back to the usual bar, pissed off and looking for friends to call them the biggest cock blockers ever…lol… cabbing back to my friend’s house, 70$ richer…

Next up Saturday: Captain Bud Light - and - The Pink Panties!

[*ho_train*]

If I wanted to go to Spring Break in Cancun I would have gone (had a great week at the Oasis back in the days – but that’s another TR!).

Awww, thanks for writing this up for us, lol...oh man, the good old days @ the Oasis Cancun.

[JayMan]

Um.. Story. Of. My. Life.

Thank you for obliging me.. Sorry for giving you shit.

Awww, thanks for writing this up for us, lol...oh man, the good old days @ the Oasis Cancun.

Damn - I'm getting owned over here! ;-)

[JayMan]

Saturday – Cake me!

The afternoon at Wet Republic for the Exodus main event!... We get there early to grab a few good spots around both pools: close to the DJ booth and at the far corner for a more relaxed spot (the only advantage of being 40!). The place is bouncing (look at 0:11) and we are on fire – 6 big drinks, 12 beers, 400$ sounds about right (I don’t know how bartenders can work patiently with all these people trying to get drinks – I would probably hit someone with a beer bottle if it was me)…

Our girls have their red bikinis on and lots of sharks are in the pool! We do the same with other groups. The sun is on, the music is loud, there are girls in thongs, the drinks are cold… and I got my eyes on a cake!

We spot Aoki and his Dim Mak cake, it’ll be a hassle to get close to the stage but my friend from Vegas and I will try it anyway. And that’s when he has his best idea of the weekend! He puts a Bud Light bucket upside down on his head and looks through one of the handle (sober, of course!). I immediately burst out laughing when seeing him with that on and I start to shout: Step aside, Captain Bud Light coming along, Step aside… guiding him toward the stage. People are laughing their asses off and let us get closer to the stage (can’t believe we couldn’t find a pic of that on the Wet or Exodus Facebook and Instagram pages). Aoki gets his cake a few minutes later and we try to grab his attention – but it’s a guy 5 feet away that gets it (I have a NY Yankees cap on backwards at 1:46 and 1:50). We dance on some cake for a while – cool moment!

I go in the pool nearby to get cleaned up and when I’m stepping out, a friend literally hands me a cute little redhead from Vancouver. And by literally, I mean he’s got her in his arms and hands her to me, saying out loud: I got two, take care of her!... Couldn’t believe my eyes and ears!

With her still in my arms, we hit it off. Chatting, making out and without hesitation I start to walk out of there! That’s when I feel someone slapping me on the back shoulder and shouting: Where the hell do you think you are going with my sister?! You guessed it, grouchy sister! I put the redhead down and she explains that we need to keep an eye on her – she’s been making out with some random guy in the pool, but she’s married! I play along but I couldn’t care less what grouchy sister was doing and strangely enough, it worked in my favor! They get in an argument about it later on and she comes back to me asking to pick her up again and lead the way to the Signature for me to show her the view on the Wet from up there! (1:29). Guys are still at the same pool spot and I ask one to give me a UPH card – I’m a good guy, and if a cute redhead wants to see that view, who am I to refuse?

Saturday night – New Olympic sport: panties tossing!

Vancouver redhead knows how Vegas works and there is no uncomfortable moment when it’s all said and done – other than one of my drunk friend in the other room of the penthouse calling me a machine (French equivalent of stud/dog) when she leaves – everyone laughs, awkwardly.

I need a bite, a nap and a suit for that night (my jeans from Thursday night are still there!) – You guessed it, text to my mansion friend asking him to bring me one for that night. Without saying it, I can sense that he begins to think this trip isn’t as cool as the previous one – I’ll try and make it up for that!

A super bowl (no pun intended!) of cold Bolognese spaghetti later, I crash on my rep friend’s bed which is fine because he’s MIA. We only see him at around 9pm that night; he comes back to the penthouse with only his swim trunk, no shirt, no flip flops – the walk of shame from the MGM to the Signature – we bust his balls a bit, but he’s a machine!

We need to get going, the group is getting to this room at 9h30 – predrink for the main event, night version! 9 guys, 4 different showers (adjacent rooms with 2 bathrooms each), 30 mins – I’ve only seen that many d*cks simultaneously while playing hockey!

I’m feeling pretty relaxed, sitting on the couch and chatting a bit with everyone during that session – gladly, we got two big ass limos scheduled for 10h30 to get us to Mandalay Bay, and the energy level in there is incredible, our girls having fun with the stripper’s pole – it gets me back on track!

We hit Light hoping that Sultan & Ned Sheppard will replace Axwell with a bang – and they do – simply wow!

Obviously, still no table for us (I’m beginning to get tired of this) but I play it cool and it’s not nearly as bad as Hakkasan the night before (the club setup has a lot to do with that). I’m laying down low, only getting shots with a group of girls from LA that my friends are with, when all of a sudden one of the girls in our group (2:33) tosses her pink panties at me!

We had never done anything together back in Montreal, but there must be something in the Vegas air. Off we go quickly, I’m cool with that (wasn’t my usual energetic self) and we get to her Monte Carlo room. I would need to take a Mulligan, definitely one of my worst performances ever!

Probably two friends that want to kill me now… her and my friend living in Vegas, I’ll need another swim trunk tomorrow!

Next up Sunday: A nut for a tattoo - and - flying reptiles!

[Brooklyn Marc]

You don’t come in here, flash your skills, get us all pumped up and have a quickie before leaving and letting us feeling amused but unsatisfied!...

Nice "rounders" reference! Appreciate your using some words to go with the video makes all the difference in the world. Awesome TR so far.