MDW 2013 Bachelor Party - SPARTANS, Brokers, Rock, Y me

[aj1505]

Intro:

Broker #1: 30 yr old, party starter and Vegas Vet
Broker #2: 32 yr old, bachelor and ultimate people person
Rock: 30 and tells it like it is.
Y: 32 yr old, cool laid back guy
Me: 32 , the planner

I've been checking out all these awesome TR’s and thought I would try my hand at writing up my last trip to Vegas. Since this was MDW 2013, bear with me as the details may not be quite as crisp. I met the bachelor a few months earlier through #1. Most in my circle actually refer to them as #1 & #2 mainly because they have the same first name, same job and they both have the same bold personality. When they get together it can be overload. So #1 enlists me to help plan the trip. Once I hear that its going down MDW , I immediately begin to save up some extra cash and advise everyone else to do the same.


Thursday May 23rd

I wake up excited. Bags packed and ready to go. I have the unfortunate experience of flying Southwest. Being herded like cattle into the line. But at least my bag flies free right, eh. It’s a “direct” flight that goes from BWI to LAS with a stop in Norfolk, VA. Doesn't make sense to me but it does offer me the opportunity to move to an exit row seat and stretch out my legs. I think to myself on the way back I’m going to need to pay to get back to this exit row because fitting my 6’4 frame in the regular coach seats is not going to work. Once the new folks board at the Norfolk stop (feeling like I’m on the Greyhound of the skies) we’re off again. Finally on the way to Vegas and this old couple is sitting next to me. They let me know they have tons of free drink coupons for the plane ride and some are about to expire. So the lady hands me 3. I'm caught off guard, not expecting the festivities to kick off this early. I offer to buy them some snacks or something but they decline. I already start to get the feeling this weekend is going to be awesome. The stewardess comes back to take the order and they each get two rum and cokes, so I said why not, bring 2 for me as well. We chat it up for hours, talking about various things mostly Vegas related. We order two more rounds (I got the last one). Next thing I know we are landing and I’m walking off the plane with a slight buzz.

I grab my bag and hop the shuttle towards Caesars. I have my ear buds in with special playlist I put together just for the trip. The closer I get to Caesars the more my excitement grows for the debauchery that is sure to ensue. I arrive and meet up with #1 and Y. They have everything set up with the bachelor, #1 and Y in the suite and then 8 of us split up in four 2 queen bed rooms, all on the same floor. (now this is where my memory fails me because I don’t remember the exact name of the suite). The suite sets up as a nice home base just down the hall. My roommate for the trip is the bachelors cousin. (Married guy, doesn't drink or party but nice guy) I get a key for my room and the home base, drop my bags at my room then go meet up with #1 and Y at the suite. Soon as I open the door #1 has a glass of Macallan 18 waiting for me. AWESOME. I grab a notebook and get right to it. I write ….THURS FRI SAT SUN … "what do we have fellas?" Since it was Thursday we just left that blank as everyone was just getting in we didn't want to plan nothing for sure. Friday, the bachelor wanted a poker night and entertainment in the suite. SAT: Dinner, Club & Strip Club. Sunday: Pool Party and Massage. Good enough we can fill in the rest as we go. #1 already had a contact for Sapphire, I had a couple of options for the fellas to vote on for clubs. And we were in the process of chatting with Encore about a Cabana. If all else failed we would purchase tickets to Rehab for the Diddy party. Good enough for now.

It’s about 5 pm when the bachelor arrives in the limo we sent for him. As soon as he steps in the door, a glass of 18 is awaiting him as well. But #2 couldn't just take the drink and drink it. He wants the 4 of us to drink it, after we do the Spartan chant from 300, tap the glass on the table and then take it to the head. From here on out he yells "SPARTANS!!!!!" and everyone knows its time for a shot. (HEAR WE GO) After downing the 18, we head down stairs to meet up with some of the other guys to make sure they get settled in. At this point there are 6 out of the 12. So we decide to go grab a bite at the outdoor bar. (Again memory failing me) But it was a bar right outside, I’m not sure if it was connected to Central bar or not. Anyway the hostess seats us at a spot next to two very beautiful ladies chowing down on king crab legs. So of course the brokers (#1 & #2) go to chat them up. I can’t tell exactly what they are saying but they are definitely trying to drop some charm on them. They come back to the table buzzing. Come to fine out one of those beautiful ladies at the table is Meagan Good. (FYI: I never recognize celebs) #2 basically is hyped because he thinks his charm worked after he dropped sensual some line on her about the way she eats crab legs. He then calls the waitress over and ask her what are Meagan and her friend drinking. Strawberry Mojitos. Great, he wants to send them a round on him. When the waitress walks away I proceed to inform #2 that she is a married AND a holy roller. He looks shocked and screams out “WHY DIDN’T YAL TELL ME”. The waitress then comes back to the table to inform him that Meagan said “no thanks, I’m a married woman and I can buy my own drinks” . We all erupt in laughter. #2 goes to the table to apologize for any misunderstanding. And she was really cool about it. A Spartan call in honor of Mrs. Good.


We end up just sitting out there eating, drinking and shooting the shit until about 8 when finally two of the other guys (Rock + some other dude I don’t know and can’t remember) shows up. (8/12 now). We find out that there were some nasty thunderstorms crossing the east coast so the rest of the guys flights were canceled and they had to re-book. (Glad I came in the morning). We get them squared away but of course they are hungry now. So we post up at Central on the Lobby side for a bit while they eat burgers and we decide what to do tonight. #1 then spots some chick in the lobby that he “knows”. She is a tall, pretty, and dressed NICE. She is walking around the lobby with purpose but no distinct destination. Rock, fresh from eating his burger, thinks she is lost. (Rock’s first time to Vegas). I informed him that she is a “working” girl. He is in disbelief. That led to a little game of “Is she a working girl”? After a couple rounds I think he picked on it. #1 then says he wants to get that familiar working girl for #2. (as he can vouch for her skills) I’m not a big fan of working girls (or strip clubs for that matter) but I agree to chip in. So #1 goes to gets his familiar muse to come over and basically gets to how much…. $500… Rock, again in disbelief, shouts “BULLSH*T” and that begins negotiations (in the middle of the lobby no less).

ROCK: 200!
WG: 500!!
ROCK: 250!!!
WG: 500!!!!
ROCK: 350!!!!!
WG: 500!!!!!!

So at this point they were getting a bit loud and I had to settle things down. Rock still didn't think 500 was worth it. The WG replies “I will suck him, f*ck him & make him nut like no one ever has”. Sounded like a good sales pitch to me and #1 vouched for her skills so we went up to the suite, stashed the valuables in the safe and let WG and #2 do the damn thing.

Rock, #1 and I decided to cab it to a Liquor store to stock up on bottles and cigars. We were gone for about an hour but when we came back to the suite they were still going at it. I guess he was getting our money’s worth. Most of the group was pouring drinks and about to head down to the casino when WG/#2 walk out, #2 is cheesing from ear to ear. WG hangs for a bit, gets a drink and then rolls out. We ended up not going to a club after all. Another Spartan call from #2 and then we went to gamble. Mostly just casino hopped until 4am (Caesars, Flamingo & Mirage) and taught the noobs some of the gambling etiquette. I actually ended the night up 200 bucks.


(I see why everyone says it takes so long to write now, trying to make sure I get all the details in.)

Friday: The Calvary is in and my roommate disappears

[Cirilo Medina]

Spartans!!!!!

[ArmyVegas]

I just came in this thread to ask if you have a picture of Meagan Good Sucking on crab legs. That is all.

[Vegasnoob2014]

So did #2 believe the sales pitch was accurate? hahaha

[aj1505]

I just came in this thread to ask if you have a picture of Meagan Good Sucking on crab legs. That is all.

Unfortunately no pics...But she was dress down and looking sooo good. Black tights and cut off tee.

[aj1505]

So did #2 believe the sales pitch was accurate? hahaha

He wasn't with us when she gave the pitch but the big grin on his face told me all I needed to know. LOL

[Brooklyn Marc]

Unfortunately no pics...But she was dress down and looking sooo good. Black tights and cut off tee.

Lmao at the Megan Good part, cause its definitely true that she is now a Holy Roller and married, but if you had met her like a few years earlier your friend might have had a shot, she had quite the reputation among ball players and rappers around NYC before she found god I guess. Lol.

[aj1505]

Lmao at the Megan Good part, cause its definitely true that she is now a Holy Roller and married, but if you had met her like a few years earlier your friend might have had a shot, she had quite the reputation among ball players and rappers around NYC before she found god I guess. Lol.

see if someone had told him that at the time, he might have tried harder LOL

[aj1505]

Friday:

I thought after the flight and the long night that I might sleep in a big longer but I woke up at 7am. Only 3 hours after getting in from the casino. I wasn’t sleepy but I was feeling a bit dehydrated from all the Spartan calls throughout the night/morning. I head to the Rite Aid and grab a Gatorade. Strolling the strip at this time of the morning is actually peaceful. No working girls, no one trying to sell me water, give me porn cards and barely any foot traffic. I head to the MGM after getting the Gatorade to see if I can find this Lion’s Share slot machine that everyone is always referring too. I’m not a big slot player but hey if this thing has got to put out before leaving the floor, I figured why not try my luck. I get there, find the machine and of course someone is already on it. Oh well, I see a $15 double deck blackjack with two older guys playing and I ask to join them. (some folks are sensitive about their mojo) The guys welcomed me into the game and we chat it up. They were there from Chicago on a gambling trip with their wives. We swapped Vegas tales, bought a couple rounds and ran the table until the streak ran dry. I left up another $100. It’s about 8AM at this point when I decide to head back and get these guys up, they can sleep when they get home. I hit up Rite Aid again to buy a bunch of water and Gatorade. I head to home base and start handing out Gatorade like candy. We decide to hit up the Bacchanal buffet because fuel is on E. I remember the buffet food being a great variety and good but I have no clue what I ate. While we are eating, we notice lots of ladies in bathing suits heading to the pool, so it seemed to be the obvious next move. It also let us kill some time while waiting on the rest of the guys to get there.

We get to the pool and it’s pretty nice for a hotel pool. After the first Spartan call of the day, we decide to go carve out a spot in the corner of the pool by the steps since the seating areas seemed to all have minimums we didn’t want to pay. At this point the brokers go to work. Rock and I are sitting on the edge of the pool just drinking and watching. (no clue where the other guys are) At some point here comes #1 with a HUGE piece of chocolate cake. Where he got chocolate cake from, who knows. Apparently someone offered it to him because they had too much. But the chocolate cake catches the attention of a group of 4 ladies. Next thing I know he is feeding one of them his cake. (SMH) Rock is smitten by the redhead in the group. So he is spitting what I assume is his best game because he was trying hard. LOL The ladies all got in the pool with us and we are chatting them up. Rock was focused like a laser on the redhead. Question, Compliment, Question, Compliment, etc. It was obvious. And she seemed to be milking it and I thought he was making progress. Then out of nowhere this muscle bound dude comes to the pool edge and ask the redhead to rub sun tan lotion on his shoulders. As she is rubbing it on him everything just stopped. The Spartans have that “whoa” look on their face while the ladies have that “uh oh” look on their faces. When the dude left, Rock acted like nothing even happened and proceeded to keep peppering her with questions and compliments. The other guys didn’t care because it wasn’t as if the chicks they were talking to went and rubbed lotion on some dude. We never found out who dude was to the redhead. For his efforts he got a hug and kiss on the cheek but apparently she was leaving the next day to go to a wedding. (Yea right) No problem, Spartan call for Rock.

We leave the pool around 2pm and two more guys have finally arrived. (10/12) This one guy from Seattle arrives with some of the best weed I’ve ever had. (don’t get to sample that west coast too often) A couple pulls and a few Spartan calls later, my buzz was at the perfect ratio. We decide to find a good place that is showing the NBA Playoff game. (Heat vs Pacers, East Finals) #2 is going to hang out with his cousin (who doesn’t smoke or drink). They are going to hit up a few Vegas landmarks and will meet up with us later. Y recommends Lagasse’s Stadium at the Palazzo. So we all decide to meet up over there. Awesome recommendation. The setup was perfect for a group 9 deep. Couches set up in stadium seating with the sports book at the bottom. HUGE screen with a crazy amount of TVs all over the place. Sound of the main event is pumped into the bathrooms. Most of the group (and the sports book for that matter) had bets on the games. And while I was doing well at the tables, I couldn’t get a parlay to go my way all weekend.

So the Pacers won (yay) in the over (booooo) and after the game we realize we haven’t heard from #2 or his cousin. They were supposed to meet us at Lagasse’s. All calls were going straight to his voicemail. We head back to the home base to see if they are there. Nope. I check my room and nope not there either. I remember thinking it was a lot funnier in the Hangover when THEY lost the bachelor. Eventually #2 gets in touch with one of the Spartans to say he is at the hospital with his cousin and will be back soon. While we wait, we get the table set up in the suite for the poker game and the last 2 guys show up (12/12). #2 gets back and basically his cousin was severely dehydrated. Funny thing was he hadn’t smoke, drank or partied since we been there but the desert still got him. Spartan call for him being ok. Then we get the drinks and weed flowing as we start the poker game. I refrained from going too hard on the vices because I’d rather have the money first. Turns out that was a good move as I won most of the money in the pot. Next it was time for the entertainment. Now this is something I should have covered in the pregame meeting because we waited a good 45 minutes and the entertainment was a no show. One of the unnamed Spartans dropped the ball on this one. It was cool though because we were drinking and swapping old war stories about the bachelor.

At about 2AM, after we realized the entertainment wasn’t going to happen we figured it was a good time to go gamble. After a Spartan call of course. We head downstairs and the atmosphere was decent but we wanted out of Caesars. When we left we were 10 deep. Then guys started to dropping out, either tired or getting up with ladies they chatted up earlier. By time we made it to the Mirage we were 5 deep. (the brokers, Y, Rock and me) We find an empty $25 single deck blackjack table. I was ecstatic. The dealer was awesome and the drink service was on point. We sat there for a good 2-3 hours stretch and I was on a roll. Pit bosses were giving me dirty looks. The guys were ready to hit up some craps but of course I’m like one more hand. To this point I have won $600. Since it’s the last hand I think why not bet 300. I win. I say f*ck it I will bet half again, 450. I win AGAIN. The pit boss is just standing by the table at this point. The dealer is like you should stop while you are ahead. I’m thinking one more, I bet 800. I get blackjack (YESSS) and then the dealer gets blackjack (NOOOOOO) Everyone thinks it’s definitely a sign to quit while I’m ahead. I say ok. Sit out one hand. The guys roll through the hand and win on a bust. I say f*ck it again and put the 800 back up and I win again. OK I’m done for real this time. We play craps for a couple hours and I break even on some low level bets as I try to preserve my new stash. Definitely going to need it for tomorrow. We head back to home base and I get back to my room around 7AM and my roommate (#2’s cousin) is getting dress and leaving out. I guess an IV does a body good.


SATURDAY: LA to Vegas with no room on MDW, Birthday Girl, Lil Mamma & Milk Carton

[aj1505]

It took me a while to find some time to get back to this TR. But after talking to the fellas while planning 2015 I was reminded or more details for this night. So

SATURDAY:

I'm knocked out in my room Saturday afternoon and my phone is ringing and ringing. Its #1 calling to prevent me from sleeping the day away. He and #2 are at the Mirage and want me to meet them at the Rhumbar for some drinks and cigars. Cool, I get ready and head over. As I'm walking up the path to the Mirage and I see the Brokers through the glass doors shooting the breeze with three very pretty ladies. Perfect timing to even up the ratio. #1 is buying one of the ladies a frozen drink and the bachelor is doing what he always does, being the ultimate people person. I truly believe he could talk to anyone about anything. He introduces me and I exchange pleasantries with the ladies. I tell them immediately I suck at remembering names. I can remember faces and random details. So I ended up giving each one a nickname that I could remember. Birthday Girl, Milk Carton & Lil Mamma.

Birthday Girl (BG for short) easy, it was her birthday weekend. She just turned 22. Curvy, Cute, Party girl ready to turn up at the drop of a hat.

Milk Carton, 21, based on the brief stories and interactions with them, she was the one that always wondered off and needed to be found. For someone reason Milk Carton became MK. But at that point we were drinking and hadn't even realized it would actually be MC LOL. Slim, natural hair, slightly aloof, goes with the flow.

Lil Momma, 22, her persona just oozed leader of the pack. She knew where they had to go and when they had to be there. She definitely had my full attention. Petite, chocolate, diva.

The 3 ladies are from Chicago and had flew to LA for BG's bday. Saturday morning they woke up decided to drive to Vegas. They checked a couple hotels online didn't see any rooms available and said "Fuck it" and came anyway. They were heading to a pool party in the Mirage (me thinking they got pool parties?). #1 gets their information and we invite them to come hang at our suite after they leave the pool party.

The Brokers and I head back to Caesars to grab a bite at the same outdoor spot we saw Meagan Good. Same waitress but no Meagan this time. Oh well. LOL. We order some food and lay out the plans for the night to see how the Chi-town 3 fit in assuming they actually hit us up. The plan is steakhouse, Club then strip club. We have reservations for the steakhouse and a contact ready to come get us for Sapphire but no table for a club yet. I see a guy handing out flyers for Pharrell at Pure, so I go talk to him about locking down a table for the night. They still had some table options available, so I exchange information with the guy (Joey) and he sends me a confirmation email. I get back to the table and let the guys know we are set for the night.

After a quick detour to the sports book we head back to the suite to chill and watch the Spurs/Grizzles game. A bunch of the Spartans are just hanging in the room, watching the game shooting the shit. #1 goes to take a nap. I'm giving the fellas the run down for tonight's activities when I hear #1's phone keep going off. I check it and its the chi-town 3. I tell them to meet me in the food court and Rock and I go down to get them. That worked for them since they wanted to grab a quick bite anyway. We get back to the suite and they settle at the dining area to eat. MK exams the space, nodding in approval. She then announces that they will definitely be bringing their bags up to the suite for the night. #2 brings the ladies in on a Spartan call. Actually a couple Spartan calls. They finish eating, a couple of us help go them with their bags and then everyone hits the showers. (Separately, LOL) I get ready and then comeback to the suite, get a drink and a couple pulls on Cali's finest. The ladies step out of the bathroom dressed to the nines. BG in a leather cat suit, MK's dress had so many spots showing skin that it basically said "im not wearing panties tonight, and Lil Momma also had on a tight black dress, classic diva. I give them the run down on the activities for the night. Fellas only dinner. But they can roll with us for the table at Pure and table at Sapphire. Lil Momma tells me they are down for both. She and I exchange numbers as we quickly realize that we keep our respective groups moving.

All of the Spartans head to dinner at CarneVino. The strip was so congested that we ditched the limo and walked to the restaurant. We all get there at 9pm and I'm thinking we are already running behind on this night. My cell battery is on 15% power, I turn it off trying to conserve energy. I'm not going to bore yal with details of the dinner other than to say the food was decent and its always a good time to get all the fellas together and we had several toast to the bachelor. Another thing, the service was a bit slow. We didn't get out of there until midnight. I turn my phone on to messages from Lil Momma trying to find out where we are at. I let her know we are heading back. Most of us are hitting up the clubs sans my roommate (married & doesn't party) and another guy (brought his girl). We finally get back and I text Joey but once I saw the MASSIVE crowd I figure our table is gone. We find the Chi-town 3 and decide lets just go to the strip club. #1 hits his contact up and the party bus is on the way for us. So everyone is hanging around the lobby waiting for the party bus when #1 and I notice there is a rift among the Chi-town 3. No clue what the dispute was between MK and BG was but Lil Momma was tired of mediating it. So I take BG to the bar to grab a drink and #1 takes MK to get a drink. We head to different bars, I'm back in 5 minutes as for MK and #1, who knows. MK true to her nickname. The party bus arrives and apparently the rift is about the this exact issue. MK disappearing and not letting them know. But for some reason they thought it a good idea to let her carry their cell phones and ID. Go figure. Everyone gets on the bus, Rock is trying to stall the bus driver who is getting very irritated having to wait, Lil Momma, BG and I are scouring the lobby hoping to spot them. The bus driver finally had enough of waiting and is about to pull off and guess who appears out of no where. FINALLY. Lil Momma turns Big Momma and gives MK a lecture LOL. MK dont ignores her and hops on the bus and I try and calm Lil Momma down. On the party bus of course is a stripper pole and space. #1 connects his phone to the AUX and starts the playlist. 1st song - 2 Chainz - Birthday Song. Bus ride is immediately turnt up. BG giving the Bachelor a lap dance, MK putting in some pole work and I'm grinding on Lil Momma. Y (remember him, so chill) and his brother freestyling. By time we got to Sapphire there were no rifts, just everybody down for a good time. Thanks 2Chainz.

Quick flashback, while at the restaurant I collected $200 a piece from the guys that were going to the club and strip club. Y, #1 and I were just going to cover the rest. When plans to go to Pure went south I still had about $1600 in my pocket from the collection plus my own money. So when we walk into Sapphire the hostess takes us to a couple tables in the middle of the floor next to the main stage. I take out the 1600 and give it to Y and he gets a couple bottles of Ciroc, a couple bottles of Moet and something else I cant recall. Funny thing is we had to convince the other guys that bottle service is worth it and squeeze them to chip in the 200. They ended up paying for the bottle service at Sapphire without us having to cover any extra. The Chi-town 3 looked a little tight so I got them some food, poured them some drinks and got BG and MK some lap dances. I'm a little fuzzy at this point but I remember MK and the stripper dancing on BG. Then MK pulls out BG's breasts out the catsuit and reveals BG's pierced nipples. Meanwhile I'm getting a lap dance from Lil Momma. The Spartans got various strippers giving them lap dances. But I'm more than satisfied with the free ones I'm getting from Lil Momma. (sans one I had to try at the recommendation of #1) A good time was had by all. As Lil momma is giving me another dance, security comes over and says we have to leave. Apparently he warned us earlier that only the club dancers can give lap dances. At some point it seemed all the fellas disappeared to the champagne room or something because it was just me and the Chi-town 3. So the ladies and I leave and as we exit, we are blinded by the sun.

[aj1505]

Saturday continued:



Its 6am, my phone is dead, cant find any Spartans and I really could use two wing men right now. We hop a cab back to Caesars and BG says she wants to learn how to play craps. That's cool, it will by me some time to find some of the other guys and plot my next move. We go across the street to Flamingo's, find a $10 pit where only 3 other equally drunk people are shooting. I give each of them $30 bucks and I get $100 in chips myself. If playing with one newbie lady is good luck than playing with 3 is great prosperity. After about 30 minutes we all pretty much triple our money. We head back to Caesars to grab breakfast and I see one of the Spartans and he is with 2 women himself. He hasn't seen anyone but said #1 got kicked out the strip club. I think great maybe he is back at the suite. After breakfast we head up to the suite, I let MK & BG know they can crash in #1 and Y's beds and Lil Momma can come with me. I try my key to the suite and it is not working. (Dagger) So now I'm knocking hoping #1 or anyone will be in there. No dice. (DAMN DAMN DAMN) So I take the ladies back to my room, where my roommate is sleeping (of course). I tell BG feel free to lay in the bed with him and try not to wake him. (I cant imagine what he is thinking when this random chick hops in the bed with him). MK, Lil Momma and I get in my bed with Lil Momma in the middle. As I lay in the bed with Lil Momma up against me, this is when I realize she doesn't have any panties on either. (After all the bumpin and grindin why did it take me that long to figure this out) But the situation being what it was I didn't bother to make a move. Plus I was so tired and drunk, I dozed off anyway.

About two hours later, Lil Momma lets me know they are about to hit the road back to Cali. I walk them to the elevator and I kiss Lil Momma goodbye. I get back to the room and the roommate is looking at me (w/ big smile on his face) like what the hell was that. I was about to start the story then though lets take this to home base and see if the guys are back. And indeed there were. We trade stories from last night and I found out most of the guys were either kicked out or left with strippers. EPIC Night.