Friendly Fire, Herpes Face and What Happens in Vegas…. Comes Home?

[AxelFoley]

Date: 9/12 – 9/14 Fight Weekend
Place: Palazzo
Team: Me (29), D (30) B (D’s brother, 35) P (B’s friend, 35) H (B’s Friend, 36), g (D & B’s cousin, 34)

This was a last minute trip put together by B and his friends since they wanted one last big summer event since they partied hard at the world cup earlier in the summer and have had a low key summer ever since. We had a 6:30 a.m. flight and with the cool Midwest weather, we were glad to get out of there for a weekend in the 90s in Vegas! Me and D head to the airport together and split the cab fare. We get to the airport at around 5:30. After a quick check in process we meet up with B who we find out is already at the bar sipping on a beer. D joins him for a round and I decline. I did not sleep the night before and the thought of drinking at 5:30 a.m. sounds unappealing me at this point.

P come at around 6:00 and joins them for another round of beers. By the time they are done, we look at the time and it is 6:20. We head over to our gate and see that they are boarding the C 30-60 section of our Southwest flight! So much for paying an extra $15 to be in the A section! We all eventually make it on the plane and for some reason the guys walk past hot bachelorette party in the middle of the plane to grab some seats in the back!! Soon we take off and I fall asleep.

About an hour into the flight I feel fingers poke my chest, I wake up and D has a corona for me to start drinking. I am one round behind these guys at this point. We end up doing a total of 5 rounds on the plane during the 3.5 hour flight. During that time, the two guys next to me tell me that they are heading to Vegas for the first time since they turned 21. We buy them two rounds on the flight and tell them to enjoy. They get really excited and chug the beers…. Ah to be young!

Before we know it, the plane is descending into Vegas and we head over to our hotel… the Venetian. I tell the guys to each slip the person that checks them in a $20 and ask for a room at the Palazzo with resort fees waived. Everyone says no way blah blah… I finally convince them to do it we all get upgraded to palazzo strip view rooms on the same floor with resort fees waived! They are pretty amped since we have all been at the Venetian before… and the Palazzo rooms look nicer! We all get ready and head over Marquee Day Club. I set up a daybed through Cliff Orr and got a great deal.

First Up: Marquee Day Club

[AxelFoley]

Marque Day Club

We get to the MDC at about 11:30 a.m., I see Cliff and call him over… he gives me a very enthusiastic greeting and processes me and my group. While setting up the daybed, he never mentioned anything about a shake but since he was so cool and helpful, I slid him a handshake for all of his help… plus not having to deal with the line is always a plus in my book.
We are led upstairs to our daybed. The pool isn’t packed yet, but there is a decent amount of people already there, with more pouring in behind us. We are taken to our daybed near the pool. Although the location is great, there is no umbrella!!!! With the 90 degree and climbing weather, this is a no go! We asked the person who is showing us the table if we can get a spot with shade. He says not a problem. He makes a call on radio, and within a matter of seconds, we are taken to a daybed with an umbrella over it… we were located near the Cabanas with the plunge pools. Next time I go to MDC, I will definitely book those... they looked awesome.

We place orders for food since we haven’t eating all morning, as well as orders for beers and pitchers. After a few drinks and a full stomach D and I decide to walk around and head into the pool. Within an hour of us arriving, this place is jumping. Digital Lab was the DJ… and it was a great time. In addition to being fight weekend, it was also Mexican Independence Day weekend… so there was tons of talent around. D and I head over a group of girls in the pool… shoot the breeze a bit. Cool group from the same town as us. Why do we always seem to run into hometown girls in Vegas… this place is about meeting people from other places!

After a while talking to these girls we keep it moving and meet this solid group from California. One of them is a tall blonde bombshell… easily my height (I’m 6ft) After a while, we invite them back to our day bed for some drinks. I figure if you are engaging enough and cool... why not offer you a drink? The two of them drink with us for a bit and interact with the other guys in the group… who have their own set of women at the daybed! I notice that P is really chummy with a smoking hot brunette. She has one of those big hats that remind me of the Kentucky Derby and some of those big sunglasses. And she has some super shinny lip gloss. At his point everyone is pretty buzzed. I’m talking to my girl and D taps me on the shoulder. I look at him like what’s up? He says hey, the girl P is talking to, what’s on her lip? I say its nothing man… I don’t see anything. D is pretty adamant that he sees something.

Everyone else in the group is pretty drunk and focused on the girls and don’t seem to be paying D much mind. P starts kissing the girl on her next and cheeks and she giggles. At this point, D walks away from the girl he is talking to and I kind of perk up. Guys don’t usually walk away from hot girls mid-sentence so it caught my attention. He taps on the girl P is talking to (who is on P’s lap at the moment) and ask her what is on her lip… so now everyone is paying attention. It is really hard to see because the color and texture of her lip gloss but once you hone in on her lip there it is… it looked like a cold sore. Between her pretty face, large sunglasses, and what I can best describe as rhinestones on the side of her face… I would have never seen it. D ask her what is on her lip. She has it is just a bug. At this point P who is pretty drunk is like don’t worry about it.. she said it is a bug bite. I chime in and say it must have been a big bug… then D yells out yeah… the herpes bug! The look on her face was priceless! She promptly gets off P’s lap calls D an asshole and walks away from the group! P looks pissed! I think he was ready to roll the dice and chance it!

D kinda sorta makes it up to P by bringing over another chick to him. She was no way near as hot as the other girl, but still pretty. I guess P is fine with the selection because they are making out in a few minutes and everyone else is carrying on like nothing happened! The most amazing thing to me was the girl with the bump on her mouth who stormed off… they were still at our daybed chatting it up with the guys in my group and drinking the liquor! Nobody went to go check on their friend! As MDC starts to wind down, I get down the number of girl I was talking to give her a hug and make plans to meet up tonight at Drais. D gives his girl a quick kiss and takes her number down. P leaves the group to go off with the girl he was making out with, and I head back with the rest of the group to the Palazzo.

Next Up: Marquee Night Club

[kp3205]

D is a solid wing man with that move. Protects P from whatever the first girl had and gets him another girl....golf clap.

[boxim]

damn...close call

[Cirilo Medina]

Solid wingman? Yes. A legendary wingman wouldve jumped on the grenade for him, but not everyone is cut out for that status! Can't wait to read more of this

[AxelFoley]

D is a solid wing man with that move. Protects P from whatever the first girl had and gets him another girl....golf clap.

Agreed. P didnt really notice/care about the bump so things would have been tense without a decent substitute!

[ocam]

Great report so far - keep it going!

[AxelFoley]

After a day of drinking in the blistering son, we headed back to the hotel to relax a bit before hitting up the club. I saw that P was pretty drunk after the day club and told him that he definitely needs to go to sleep before the next round tonight. We all head to B’s room to figure out the plans for tonight. At this point we are deciding between Drai’s and Marquee. We can either do Drai’s for a really low walk in or a 1 bottle minimum at Marquee. The guys are pretty lit up and we probably won’t be able to drink much alcohol after all the drinking we just did. Plus, the philosophy of this group is the definitely have tables reserved at the day parties and do general admission at night so we can walk around and aren’t really tied down to one location. Fine, I am down with it. While waiting to confirm with the host, P is clearly in no shape to go out but wants to do a few round at the bar downstairs. He can barely stand but insist on walking it off en route to the bar. Can’t tell a grown man anything. B decides to escort him to the bar. We stay in the room and chat until I get a message from our host at Marquee. It comes out being cheaper to a better deal to get a 1 bottle deal instead of paying general admission for the walk through so we go with it and everyone heads back to their rooms

I head to my room and decompress for a bit. I try to take a nap since I did not sleep the night before. I don’t usually sleep the night before flights. And it is usually hard for me to get good rest on the plane. I end up staying away and watching some television for a few hours and taking a nice long shower.

I get dressed and look at my watch. 9:00 p.m. I shoot a message to everyone to see what they are doing. G, H, P and B are at the Grand Lux eating and doing some rounds before heading the bar. I head down and meet them. I text D to see what he is doing and he is getting ready. As I walk to Grand Lux, I see them at the bar area. The first I see is three women next to them. B is clearly irate with one of them, H is mediating, G is making out with one of the girls and P is trying in a drunken stupor to kiss one of the girls and bring her back up to the room... and failing hard. I head toward B and not a second later the girl he was irritated “accidentally” knocks his beer over onto his lap and gives a sarcastic ooops. Uh oh. B tells her about herself and she turns to me talking about my friend has no manners. I kinda ignore her and see if B is cool. He says he just wanted to eat in peace and this loud girl came up to him and started trying to flirt with him… when he told her he isn’t interested and wants to be left alone, she didn’t take to kindly to that and started giving him shit.

Too much drama for me so I head over to P as I watch him try to seduce this girl. She is without a doubt, the best looking of the group. I talk to her and she smiles because I attempt to rescue her from P.. but then I realize whose side I am on and gently egg P on. She shoots me dagger eyes. G is having his face licked by this girl with a giant tattoo on her neck and a visible tramp stamp. He sees me, gives me thumbs up and pulls me closer to him. “Yo, this girl has been laughing at my jokes for the last 10 minutes, and I am not a funny guy. I think she might be working girl!” I just kind of die out laughing and tell him, I don’t think hookers make out with guys in public like that, so he might be in the clear. After a while, P can barely stand so I sit him down in the empty stool at the bar and entertain his target for a while. She is a really sweet girl from Tennessee with a cool southern drawl.

Things go well between me and her, but since P is still semi-conscious and really like the girl, I don’t take her number down. As the saying goes… Bros before… (Though, I really should have taken it. He was beyond drunk and probably would not have remembered anything). D finally arrives and we get ready to head out. G says he is gonna go upstairs with this girl and I tell him ummm… lets go to the club and he can get her number and meet up later, I didn’t wanna be rude and tell him that she was ummm… not hot at all. Any girl that licks your face and Grand Lux can wait until later. As we head out the girls ask us where we are going. I tell them Marquee and they ask if we have a table. I say we do but it is only for us guys and the host wont walk us in with a bigger group unless they wanna chip in on another bottle (not true, but that is a good way to get them to scatter… they didn’t strike me as the chip in for drinks type). We part ways and head to the cab line.
As we head to the back of the cab line, we so those girls from Grand Lux cut in front of everyone. The girls they cut in front of weren’t to please and an argument ensues. They end up getting in the next cab. Kudos to them I guess. We eventually take two cabs and head over to the Cosmo. Orr recognizes us from earlier and calls us over. What a great guy. We give him a shake since he hooked us up and never even asked for a shake amount. He gives us a bunch of free drink tickets good at the bar. P decides last minute that maybe he is too drunk and decides to head back to the hotel. Thank goodness.

We get seated to our table located outside near the stairs and little shop where you can by shirts and what not. Nice area, and pretty quiet. Never been to Marquee Night Club so we walk around after place an order for beers and some vodka redbulls. The thought of a bottle sounded to unappealing to us. I really liked the outdoor hip hop area, it seemed like a better space to mingle than inside and I liked the music a little better. I go back to my table and drink two rounds before deciding to walk and mingle with D. We meet a solid group of girls from California and chat with them for a while. They invite us to join them at spearmint rhino after the club. D takes down their number and we head back to our group.

Everyone looks in bad shape and a bucket and a half of beers are gone at this point. G, H, and B decide to call it quits around 1. I ask the waitress how much is left our $500 minimum. She says $250 left. GEEZ… that is a lot when you are drunk and there are only 2 guys to finish it. We use the drink tickets we had to get a bunch of water. We meet a bunch of other cool chicks from Somewhere, USA and D starts making out with one of them. The man works quick. I get a text from the MDC girl from earlier saying that can’t find me at Drais! Oops, totally forgot about that. I don’t know why, but I text her back that I am by the bar at Drais. She text back which one, and my phone dies. Ahh well, wasn’t meant to be. I do dumb things when I am drunk… shrug it off and continue mingling. D and I head back to our table to try and finish the drinks. I ask if I could buy one of the Marquee shirts and apply it to my tab. Our waitress says sure and that knocks the tab down to $200 left.

At this point I decide to only thing to do is to order the most expensive thing I can think of to get us to our goal. At $50 a pop, is the Johnny Walker Blue.. I ask for two double orders and it comes to us later. I never had Blue Label and sadly, I knew I would be too drunk to really enjoy it. To my disappointment, they are served in some janky looking plastic cups. $100 drink in a cheap plastic cup… what a tragedy. I sip and walk around after I close the tab and walk around some more. I go inside and see a hot bridal party. I introduce myself and chat it up with the group.. D pops up a few minutes later. Out of nowhere, the drunken bride comes over... Clearly drunker than I am and bumps into me... Causing me to spill my drink. Thank god I didn’t have to drink anymore. She starts sobbing and I assure her she did me a favor. They offer me some of their drinks, and I politely refuse. D tells me he is gonna go to the strip club with the girls from earlier and ask if I wanna come… I graciously bow out and head back to the hotel to crash for the night.

Next up Encore Beach w/ David Guetta (hot international girls, random drunk guys and friendly fire)

[Brooklyn Marc]

Nice keep it coming.

[AxelFoley]

Nice keep it coming.

Thanks... I forget how time consuming writing these things are.

[Gumbo_Techno]

good stuff bro, looking forward to seeing where this goes!

[AxelFoley]

I wake up at 9:30 a.m. on Saturday… amped up to be going to Encore Beach and seeing David Guetta (I like the commercial EDM stuff… I wasn’t excited to see him per se, so much as I was excited to hear music I was familiar with, and I know the type of energy that guy would bring the place. I did EBC for the first time this May with Avicci and that was epic, this had to be at least as good). I get a text message from the guys that they are grabbing breakfast in a few minutes. I’d rather relax a bit and take a shower. Plus, whenever I drink a lot, I tend to not be hungry. This is dangerous with a day full of drinking ahead. I take a shower and watch some sports center.

Around 10:30, I meet the guys at the hotel lobby to head over to EBC. B runs into a cigar shop and picks up two butane lighters. He brought his Monte Cristo cigars from Cuba. I am not a smoker or a cigar guy… but when somebody brings Cubans, I won’t say no! All 6 of us hopped in two cabs and make our way over. We had a lilpad reserved. The line was moving slowly but surely at 11:00 a.m. when we arrived. B was chatting it up with one of the guys that worked the line. Apparently they met randomly in Brazil during the world cup and remembered each other… guess it is a small world. We get seated at our lily pad and meet our server and ice guy. The guy was the same one we had in may! I told him this and he got excited.

Since it was pretty early, we wanted to take it easy. The waitress was pushy and insisted we get a bottle of vodka or gin or else we wouldn’t be able to hit our minimum. I think she just didn’t wanna have to carry over a punch of pitchers all day! Either way we told her nobody is trying to drink vodka this early… maybe later. She let out a sigh and left with our orders. When we got to the place, it was probably about 50% full already. With the lines that we saw, I knew it was going to be a jam packed day. H and I head over to the grill to get some food since we cant eat at our lilypads. I force feed myself a burger so I can last all day.
I head back and see B and G talking to a group of hot Asian women. I hear them talk, and they are from Australia. I’ve never seen hot Asian girls with Australian accents. Apparently they were part of a bachelorette party and they were soliciting funds. They were asking for $20. B ask them, why didn’t they fund their bachelorette party before they game all the way to Vegas! The girl ignores the question. She ask for the donations again. B says what will he get for $20? They offer to take a picture with him. B tells them he is gonna save his $20s for spearmint rhino where he can get a little more than a picture. They leave defeated.

Within an hour, the place is packed and full of life. The guys were mingling and the music was bumping. The opening DJ was playing some top 40 and hip hop. Works for me. Certain songs make my crew go wild when we hear them. The DJ played Hypnotize followed by big pimpin and Hoes ain’t loyal… my crew lost our shit and started acting crazy. Somehow in that 10 minute span, we managed to get lap dances from random girls, dance and sing along with them on their nearby lily pads… and D made out with a random girl. I honestly don’t even know what he tells these women that allows him to work so fast.
Later on we met this group two lily pads over. Those girls were drop dead gorgeous. Because of their tans and curvy bodies, we thought they were Latinas. It was Mexican Independence day and we met a few already. This group was solid. I saw that one of them was looking over in our direction, so why not? I head over. And introduce myself to the one in a bright red bikini. Great rack, nice backside and gorgeous face. Imagine my surprise when she opens her mouth and I hear a British accent. I LOVE British accents. Sounds super sexy to me. We chat some more and as soon as I can discreetly do it, I wave over to some of the guys in my group. D, G and P come over, I introduce them to her friends and we are having a grand old time. They were a group of bankers in town to celebrate one of their 25th birthdays. Sounds good to me. We continue to chat and soon David Guetta comes on and everyone goes crazy. I invite her over to my lilypad because it is closer to the DJ and plus I wanted my own drinks. They did offer us some drinks, which makes them good in my books. But I didn’t really want Vodka and Cranberry or the other mixers they had. Plus, they never tried a John Daly, which is my go to drink (sweet tea vodka and lemonade). I offer her a cup and she gladly takes it. Soon we are rocking out. Next you know she is sitting on top of me and we make out a bit. We walk back to her lilypad and part of my crew is still there. We make out for a bit and then one of her friends comes out of left field. What are you doing with this guy? You have a bf back home. The alarms go up… the mother hen has appeared. D comes in and tries to smooth things over like a good wingman… hey what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, with a smile. The mother hen calls him a typical male with no class. Ouch… At this point the girl im with says her friend is right, we should probably head back to our lilypad before her friend gets mad. Smh. Ahh well, its Vegas and I shrug it off, tell her enjoy the John Daly and head back. The guys laugh at my failure and we light up some Cubans.

Some Belgian girls come up and ask if they can smoke with us. 4 of them were really hot and the 5th was average compared to the rest of the group, but hot by my city standards! The average one doesn’t say anything and just kinda stares while everyone else is having a good time. Finally I ask her what he deal is, why the sour face. She kind of looks at me and doesn’t say anything. I ask her friend what is her deal? The friend says, oh, she doesn’t speak English. She speaks French. I use what little French I know to chat with her and she brighten ups. 5 minutes in I cant keep it up, I’ve exhausted my high school level French and she goes back to quiet mode again. I tried! Ah well. We have a great time and P, B, D and G exchange numbers. I try to ask for the French speaker’s number in French and she tells me she will give all of the numbers except the last number. If I really want it I will figure it out. Eh, too much work. I smile and say I figure it out and contact her later (nope).
We mingle with a few other groups of women and towards the end of the day party, I see a group of two really hot girls. D tells me talk to the one of the right and he will swoop in on the one on the left. I talk to them and ask where they are from, the one on the right says Harlem, I say… umm that don’t sound like a NYC accent, she says no Holland… ohh!!!! We strike it up, I introduce them to the group and D swoops in and talks to the one of the left. I see that H likes the girl im talking to so I pull him aside while she is talking to P and ask if he wants to put in the work to talk to her, I’ll pave the way. I don’t know since I met him on this trip through B, so I figure why not. I see that she keep looking at me while talking to him, doesn’t seem to be going great for him and for some reason he goes to sit down on the lilypad and talk to some girl who was sitting on her lilypad randomly. I decide that I tried and go back to talking to the Dutch girl. This girl was a gorgeous Somalian girl that grew up in Amsterdam. What a combination. Don’t see that too often in my neck of the woods. We hit it off again and H comes back. The girl he was talking to left so I guess he tried to get back with this girl. Nope, you snooze you lose.

In an attempt to signal me away he jerks his head to the side. I look at him and say no way (subtlety of course) This man sits on the lilypad, picks up my phone and sees one of my friends calling, he says hey T, your gf is calling you, want me to tell her your busy. The Dutch chick looks at me with a wtf face. Wow… I don’t even have a gf! That was a dirty move! I tell the Dutch girl that im single and that was one of my good friends who is in town and wanted to meet up later if I had time. Everyone in the group kind of flashes H a dirty look and I decide to walk with the Dutch girl around the pool right before it closes. Close call. D has gotten the number from the blonde Dutch girl and I got the number from the one I was talking to as everyone leaves EBC.

As everyone is leaving and walking onto the streets I get tapped on the shoulder and it was the British girl from earlier. She apologized for her friends behavior and gave me her number. She asked what I was doing later tonight and I said we would be at Drais. She says she will be there too with her friends to look out for her. I say sure and she quickly kisses me and runs to the direction of her friends. I see mother hen who stares me down as they all get in a cab. Awkward. A catch up with my group and I see that the Dutch girls are still with the group. B informs me that they are coming with us to dinner. Oh, cool I say.
We go to grand lux and order burgers. These Dutch girls do a good job of making everyone at the table feel special. At some point we aren’t sure who should be focusing on these girls. That smooth Dutch game I guess. We order burgers and the Blonde Dutch girl order filet mignon… wtf. And sides!!! Oof. Something tells me she doesn’t plan on paying for this! When the bill comes, I ask her if we are going Dutch (didn’t meant it, just wanted to see what she would do). She says she left her money at home but will pay us back later tonight… uh huh. P says don’t worry about it and picks up the tab for everyone. She didn’t even eat everything! We all say our goodbyes and D tells them that we will be at Drai’s tonight.


Next up:

Drais: Drunkenly dancing on random people’s tables, the glove and late night swimming

[PorkChopExpress]

There were so many things running through my head as I read this, I had to break up my comments.

We make out for a bit and then one of her friends comes out of left field. What are you doing with this guy? You have a bf back home. The alarms go up… the mother hen has appeared.
D comes in and tries to smooth things over like a good wingman… hey what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, with a smile. The mother hen calls him a typical male with no class.

Ugh! The mother hen - the scourge of single guys everywhere! I don't think D could have picked anything worse to say than what he did. LOL. You should invited the mother hen to chill and hang out with you both. Once she has a comfort level with you, and thinks you're cool, she might have left you guys alone. Crazy, I know, but it works, in my experience.

Some Belgian girls come up and ask if they can smoke with us. 4 of them were really hot and the 5th was average compared to the rest of the group, but hot by my city standards! The average one doesn’t say anything and just kinda stares while everyone else is having a good time. Finally I ask her what he deal is, why the sour face. She kind of looks at me and doesn’t say anything. I ask her friend what is her deal? The friend says, oh, she doesn’t speak English. She speaks French. I use what little French I know to chat with her and she brighten ups. 5 minutes in I cant keep it up, I’ve exhausted my high school level French and she goes back to quiet mode again. I tried! Ah well. We have a great time and P, B, D and G exchange numbers. I try to ask for the French speaker’s number in French and she tells me she will give all of the numbers except the last number. If I really want it I will figure it out. Eh, too much work.

LOL. Agreed. Dialing all those wrong numbers would have been pretty funny though.

I see that H likes the girl im talking to so I pull him aside while she is talking to P and ask if he wants to put in the work to talk to her, I’ll pave the way. I don’t know since I met him on this trip through B, so I figure why not.

That was very cool of you - H should be thanking you.

I see that she keep looking at me while talking to him, doesn’t seem to be going great for him and for some reason he goes to sit down on the lilypad and talk to some girl who was sitting on her lilypad randomly.

Okay, he bailed and moved on, she's now totally fair game in my book - H had his chance, and got blown out.

We hit it off again and H comes back. The girl he was talking to left so I guess he tried to get back with this girl. Nope, you snooze you lose.

Absolutely - you can't make a claim over every girl you talk to - H is being kind of a dick.

In an attempt to signal me away he jerks his head to the side. I look at him and say no way (subtlety of course) This man sits on the lilypad, picks up my phone and sees one of my friends calling, he says hey T, your gf is calling you, want me to tell her your busy.

H has transformed into MAJOR dick - how did you NOT beat the crap out of him? He's like a spoiled athlete who twists his ankle during a game, and then gets jealous when his replacement comes into game and plays well. I realize he's a friend of a friend, but I wouldn't have tolerated that - especially when you were so cool in trying to get him set up in the first place.

I hope there's more with the Dutch girls, and H gets all pissed off again. LOL. Great TR - keep it coming!

[AxelFoley]

There were so many things running through my head as I read this, I had to break up my comments.



Ugh! The mother hen - the scourge of single guys everywhere! I don't think D could have picked anything worse to say than what he did. LOL. You should invited the mother hen to chill and hang out with you both. Once she has a comfort level with you, and thinks you're cool, she might have left you guys alone. Crazy, I know, but it works, in my experience.



LOL. Agreed. Dialing all those wrong numbers would have been pretty funny though.




That was very cool of you - H should be thanking you.



Okay, he bailed and moved on, she's now totally fair game in my book - H had his chance, and got blown out.



Absolutely - you can't make a claim over every girl you talk to - H is being kind of a dick.



H has transformed into MAJOR dick - how did you NOT beat the crap out of him? He's like a spoiled athlete who twists his ankle during a game, and then gets jealous when his replacement comes into game and plays well. I realize he's a friend of a friend, but I wouldn't have tolerated that - especially when you were so cool in trying to get him set up in the first place.

I hope there's more with the Dutch girls, and H gets all pissed off again. LOL. Great TR - keep it coming!

The mother hen was a lost cause. Nobody was willing to do the amount of work necessary to pacify that! Plus with all the hot ladies at that place... no time for mother hen situations. Agreed about H being a dick. He is one of those guys that look good on paper. 6"4, muscular, good looks, well dressed... but NO GAME! But, that is apart of life. Still had a good time regardless and one upped him, which is always good! Definitely more to come with the DUTCH!

[Cirilo Medina]

Wow H serously violated Bro-code! Total Dick move, I hope he was made aware of how much a bitchmove that was. Lookin forward to more of this though!