From the moment I left Vegas on July 25th 2013 I have obsessed with going back, when I came across JC I was very happy to see that there are many people that share my desperation to get back to the best city in the world. Unfortunately my finances would not stretch to a trip in 2014 but I have recently booked my return to the promise land for June 10th for a week (if anyone is there around that time then hit me up). I have read many of these trip reports since discovering JC and have loved all of them, getting everyone’s insight into what’s good and what is possible on different budgets. I have tried my best to recollect my memories of my first trip and put them in a report.
All male, all British Cast
Me – Mid 20’s Human Resources – Noob
R – Barber – Once before (MGM)
L – Banking - Once before (MGM)
AS – Owner of barbershop, more of a friend than just R’s boss (multiple timer)
S – Banking - Noob
All of us took around $3000, we had a fairly strict budget and we hoped the $3K mark would mean we good do a fair amount of bottle service at days/night clubs. We turned out to be about right.
Day 0 and 1 (Thursday)
My first and definitely not my last bad decision to do with this trip was to stay up the whole night before in order to tire myself out for the 10 hour midday flight and, in a perfect world, sleep most of the flight and wake up refreshed and ready to hit it hard once we got there. In reality it didn’t pan out that way I managed to stay up the whole night by watching a few movies (including The Hangover of course) and even hit the gym in the morning. I was nodding off in the taxi and thought it was a good sign and I would be straight to sleep when I got on the plane. Once I got through security with S and met up with AS (R and L went to New York two days before and were meeting us in Vegas) the beers started flowing and the excitement built. Once I got on the plane I was buzzing and I think I probably got 2.5 hours of broken sleep throughout the whole flight.
So we land at around 2pm and I have 12-15 hours ahead of me when my last real sleep was around 36 hours ago. We get through security and get our bags with little fuss then have a 30 min wait for a taxi. We all step out in the desert heat for the first time and wonder how we are going to do pool parties in this. We jump into a cab and guy says “where you going?” we say “Hard Rock” he says “oh fuck, I hate that fucking place, get someone else to take you”, we start to laugh then realise he’s not joking but in the end he probably realises that its more trouble than it’s worth and takes us, we still tip him even though he’s the worst cabbie to ever live. Although AS has been to Vegas a few times he wasn’t aware of the sandwich and being noobs neither did S and I so we got our rooms with the mountain view but they did give us the two rooms on the same floor about 4 down for free so that was something I guess. I later learned that R and L did know about the sandwich and got a room in the newer tower with a pool view, BASTARDS!!!
AS is starving so he and S dump their bags and want to head out for food, I tell them I cannot even think straight I’m so tired so I hit the hay knowing that I won’t sleep all the way through because S will be in later to wake me up. I lie on the bed and OH MY GOD this is the most comfortable bed I have ever laid on, I cannot begin to explain how good they are, this will hinder me further down the line as i’m sure you can imagine. I feel like i’ve literally just closed my eyes when the door opens (2 hours later) and in comes R and L, they’ve made it safe and sound from New York and they want food now too. I’m pretty hungry at this stage so I get my shit together and we head out. Last time they were in Vegas R and L went to hooters on the first night so we decide that this will be a tradition, anytime we come we will go to Hooters on the first night. There are five of us in the group and in the UK no taxi driver allows 5 in a cab that only fits 4 passengers but R assures me that we’ll be fine and sure enough the yellow cabs are happy to take five of us which probably saved us all a few bucks throughout the week. We get to Hooters and it’s as expected; beers, burgers, wings and fries. The other guys do a bit of gambling but at this point i’m not prepared to lose any of my money on the tables when it could be put to better use (it’s unfortunate that I didn’t have that mindset later on in the night when I couldn’t have put it to worse use). We head of to a liquor store near Hooters and buy a bottle of Moet to toast to the first night. When we return to our room S and I pass out on and wake up an hour later to R, L and AS hammering on the door, I eventually wake up and let them in “why the fuck aren’t you ready? we are suppose to meet the host outside Tryst in 30 mins”, S and I shower, change and toast quick and we get in the cue for the cab. When we get to the front we get our picture take outside the entrance to the Hard Rock, this is my favourite pic of the whole trip as above our heads features the quote “when this house is rocking dont bother knocking just come on in” after the concierge takes our photos he looks down at our feet “er guys i’m not sure you can get into the clubs with no sock on” four of us are not wearing socks with our shoes (we are Europeans after all), R says “don’t worry mate we’ve been here before, we’ll be fine” like he is some kind of Vegas vet, there were no issues with socks the whole trip.
As a barber in a high end men’s salon R has a lot of clients who have been to Vegas, one such client hooked him up with, what we now realise to be, one of the biggest names on the hosting scene in Vegas. R has now used him 4 or 5 times on his various trips out there and they have become friends so we hope this will help on our next trip as it did in 2013. At the time HOST was working directly for Hakkasan but used his contacts to hook us up at each club.
We make it to Tryst for about 10.45pm. We met with the host at Tryst and he got a $500 handshake for a $1K minimum on table 404 (check out discotech.me for all the table plans in all the clubs), pretty decent traffic and not far from the dance floor. The hot hostess tells us its B1G1 on belvedere so we get two and tell them we are going to need Red Bull and lots of it. We pound a few vodka red bulls and do a few shots and finally I wake up from my slight zombie like state. We start chatting to some Sikh guys at the table near us who are wasted and acting too big time for my liking but they throw a few cigars our way which was cool I guess. R and I decide to go for a wonder around, I like this club a lot, the outside area is cool with the waterfall but I’m not sure how much I would like to be on one of the outside tables as they’re pretty far from the action. As we are out there a girl jumps over the barrier and into the water, when she gets out she is immediately escorted out, how stupid can you be? When we return to the table S (quite the handful when drunk) is sitting with one of the Sikh guys at our table, both of them are hammered. As I’m turned away from the table talking to some guys who were on the same flight as us a bit of trouble starts between the Sikh and a woman of about 40, her boyfriend is also involved. They are all shouting at each other and the Sikh gestures to the bouncer to remove them and he does so, not sure the couple did much wrong but money talks in this city. Shortly after this episode S is one of the drunkest I have ever seen him and he is inevitably escorted out of the venue. We deliberate whether to go with him but this is our first night in Vegas, what’s the worst that can happen to him? 40 minutes later he strolls back up to our table “how the fuck did you get back in” we say, he waited in line and paid to get in again. Anyway he manages to hang in there for 15 minutes or so when the bouncer who originally kicked him out spots him and he’s escorted out again.
The night goes on and we talk to anyone and everyone that is around our table. I get talking to some huuuuuuge black guys who are working security for some rich kid party on a table not far from ours, they were really nice fellas and even let me get a picture with them. Now this is where things get a little hazy for me, I remember doing a bit of dancing and more talking shit to random people but apparently I got talking to a girl and before my friends new it I was leaving with her. I was very much a mess of a man at this point and was clearly easy bait for a working girl. The only thing I remember is being in a taxi with her on the way to the Hard Rock, the rest I don’t remember personally but I’ll tell you it from S’s point of you (he was in the room when this all happened). So S wakes up to a girl shouting, he gets out of bed and peers round the corner, there I am on my knees getting the shit beat out of me by the girl with her massive heeled shoes and then she takes off.
Next up: Hooker aftermath, Steveweisers and Pissing off HOST.
All male, all British Cast
Me – Mid 20’s Human Resources – Noob
R – Barber – Once before (MGM)
L – Banking - Once before (MGM)
AS – Owner of barbershop, more of a friend than just R’s boss (multiple timer)
S – Banking - Noob
All of us took around $3000, we had a fairly strict budget and we hoped the $3K mark would mean we good do a fair amount of bottle service at days/night clubs. We turned out to be about right.
Day 0 and 1 (Thursday)
My first and definitely not my last bad decision to do with this trip was to stay up the whole night before in order to tire myself out for the 10 hour midday flight and, in a perfect world, sleep most of the flight and wake up refreshed and ready to hit it hard once we got there. In reality it didn’t pan out that way I managed to stay up the whole night by watching a few movies (including The Hangover of course) and even hit the gym in the morning. I was nodding off in the taxi and thought it was a good sign and I would be straight to sleep when I got on the plane. Once I got through security with S and met up with AS (R and L went to New York two days before and were meeting us in Vegas) the beers started flowing and the excitement built. Once I got on the plane I was buzzing and I think I probably got 2.5 hours of broken sleep throughout the whole flight.
So we land at around 2pm and I have 12-15 hours ahead of me when my last real sleep was around 36 hours ago. We get through security and get our bags with little fuss then have a 30 min wait for a taxi. We all step out in the desert heat for the first time and wonder how we are going to do pool parties in this. We jump into a cab and guy says “where you going?” we say “Hard Rock” he says “oh fuck, I hate that fucking place, get someone else to take you”, we start to laugh then realise he’s not joking but in the end he probably realises that its more trouble than it’s worth and takes us, we still tip him even though he’s the worst cabbie to ever live. Although AS has been to Vegas a few times he wasn’t aware of the sandwich and being noobs neither did S and I so we got our rooms with the mountain view but they did give us the two rooms on the same floor about 4 down for free so that was something I guess. I later learned that R and L did know about the sandwich and got a room in the newer tower with a pool view, BASTARDS!!!
AS is starving so he and S dump their bags and want to head out for food, I tell them I cannot even think straight I’m so tired so I hit the hay knowing that I won’t sleep all the way through because S will be in later to wake me up. I lie on the bed and OH MY GOD this is the most comfortable bed I have ever laid on, I cannot begin to explain how good they are, this will hinder me further down the line as i’m sure you can imagine. I feel like i’ve literally just closed my eyes when the door opens (2 hours later) and in comes R and L, they’ve made it safe and sound from New York and they want food now too. I’m pretty hungry at this stage so I get my shit together and we head out. Last time they were in Vegas R and L went to hooters on the first night so we decide that this will be a tradition, anytime we come we will go to Hooters on the first night. There are five of us in the group and in the UK no taxi driver allows 5 in a cab that only fits 4 passengers but R assures me that we’ll be fine and sure enough the yellow cabs are happy to take five of us which probably saved us all a few bucks throughout the week. We get to Hooters and it’s as expected; beers, burgers, wings and fries. The other guys do a bit of gambling but at this point i’m not prepared to lose any of my money on the tables when it could be put to better use (it’s unfortunate that I didn’t have that mindset later on in the night when I couldn’t have put it to worse use). We head of to a liquor store near Hooters and buy a bottle of Moet to toast to the first night. When we return to our room S and I pass out on and wake up an hour later to R, L and AS hammering on the door, I eventually wake up and let them in “why the fuck aren’t you ready? we are suppose to meet the host outside Tryst in 30 mins”, S and I shower, change and toast quick and we get in the cue for the cab. When we get to the front we get our picture take outside the entrance to the Hard Rock, this is my favourite pic of the whole trip as above our heads features the quote “when this house is rocking dont bother knocking just come on in” after the concierge takes our photos he looks down at our feet “er guys i’m not sure you can get into the clubs with no sock on” four of us are not wearing socks with our shoes (we are Europeans after all), R says “don’t worry mate we’ve been here before, we’ll be fine” like he is some kind of Vegas vet, there were no issues with socks the whole trip.
As a barber in a high end men’s salon R has a lot of clients who have been to Vegas, one such client hooked him up with, what we now realise to be, one of the biggest names on the hosting scene in Vegas. R has now used him 4 or 5 times on his various trips out there and they have become friends so we hope this will help on our next trip as it did in 2013. At the time HOST was working directly for Hakkasan but used his contacts to hook us up at each club.
We make it to Tryst for about 10.45pm. We met with the host at Tryst and he got a $500 handshake for a $1K minimum on table 404 (check out discotech.me for all the table plans in all the clubs), pretty decent traffic and not far from the dance floor. The hot hostess tells us its B1G1 on belvedere so we get two and tell them we are going to need Red Bull and lots of it. We pound a few vodka red bulls and do a few shots and finally I wake up from my slight zombie like state. We start chatting to some Sikh guys at the table near us who are wasted and acting too big time for my liking but they throw a few cigars our way which was cool I guess. R and I decide to go for a wonder around, I like this club a lot, the outside area is cool with the waterfall but I’m not sure how much I would like to be on one of the outside tables as they’re pretty far from the action. As we are out there a girl jumps over the barrier and into the water, when she gets out she is immediately escorted out, how stupid can you be? When we return to the table S (quite the handful when drunk) is sitting with one of the Sikh guys at our table, both of them are hammered. As I’m turned away from the table talking to some guys who were on the same flight as us a bit of trouble starts between the Sikh and a woman of about 40, her boyfriend is also involved. They are all shouting at each other and the Sikh gestures to the bouncer to remove them and he does so, not sure the couple did much wrong but money talks in this city. Shortly after this episode S is one of the drunkest I have ever seen him and he is inevitably escorted out of the venue. We deliberate whether to go with him but this is our first night in Vegas, what’s the worst that can happen to him? 40 minutes later he strolls back up to our table “how the fuck did you get back in” we say, he waited in line and paid to get in again. Anyway he manages to hang in there for 15 minutes or so when the bouncer who originally kicked him out spots him and he’s escorted out again.
The night goes on and we talk to anyone and everyone that is around our table. I get talking to some huuuuuuge black guys who are working security for some rich kid party on a table not far from ours, they were really nice fellas and even let me get a picture with them. Now this is where things get a little hazy for me, I remember doing a bit of dancing and more talking shit to random people but apparently I got talking to a girl and before my friends new it I was leaving with her. I was very much a mess of a man at this point and was clearly easy bait for a working girl. The only thing I remember is being in a taxi with her on the way to the Hard Rock, the rest I don’t remember personally but I’ll tell you it from S’s point of you (he was in the room when this all happened). So S wakes up to a girl shouting, he gets out of bed and peers round the corner, there I am on my knees getting the shit beat out of me by the girl with her massive heeled shoes and then she takes off.
Next up: Hooker aftermath, Steveweisers and Pissing off HOST.
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