Day 3 – Sunday Daytime
Wake up Sunday Morning and my head is pounding, look around the room everyone is still passed the fuck out. Found a bottle of water and pounded that ish down, popped a couple Advil and got to sorting out my life. Was about to go use the bathroom when I tripped over Persia still lying in the hallway, and then last night started coming back to me. I chuckled to myself and hopped in the shower to clear my head. Get ready and pack up my bag and wake everyone else up. Persia wakes up in pain with his whole stomach and chest covered in rugburns, no idea what the hell happened to him. Me and T$ fill him and everyone else in about his plight from a few hours before. Persia doesn’t really believe us, but mostly b/c he is still drunk from the night before. At one point I try and help him off the floor and he falls back down and breaks a cabinet door off the dresser (Yea palazzo ended up charging me for that =/).
Everyone finally gets out of bed gets ready and packed up. Me, R, Rags, and T$ are on the same flight out at about 3PM. Persia is on a later flight at about 5:30, we check our luggage with the bellhop (Or Persia does under his name, which becomes important shortly). We then head over to the grand canal shops to get a bite to eat at a mexican restaurant, which for me was munching on some chips and sucking down a couple bloody marys so I would stop feeling like complete shit. Lunch was uneventful except for a still drunk Persia making his stupid noises, and since he is the only drunk one at this point its really not very entertaining to anyone else. After lunch we have about an hour to kill so we go hit the casino floor; myself, R, Rags and T$ play some Blackjack while Persia hits a craps table. Subsequently lose $100 in like 30 mins so I get up and just chill watching everyone else gamble till our Presidential Limo is here to pick us up for the ride to the airport.
Car shows up so we plan to go grab our luggage and bounce, except for the fact that Persia is on a heater rolling dice and progressively getting drunker and drunker; he is just randomly yelling the word “Salaam” over and over again at this point. We go try to grab our luggage from the bellhop, but they won’t hand it over without Persia being there because he has lost the claim check. Sigh. So we walk back to the Venetian where he is playing and try and get him to come with us; but he won’t leave the table. No matter what we tell him he keeps playing, except for the fact that we have a flight to catch, so we need him. None of us can get through to the drunk fuck; I start muttering all kinds of unpleasant things I wish would happen to Persia at this point. Let’s just say my thoughts were not very kind, finally almost 45 mins later we drag a drunk Persia away from the table long enough to get our bags and we peace out, head to the airport and catch a flight back home.
Successful ass Vegas trip, but as we land we get a text from Persia that he missed his flight (serves him right), but when we ask for deets we can’t get a response. It’s a mystery! We finally find out later that he had come up about $500 at the craps table and got a cab to the airport, his drunk ass was bragging to the cabbie about how much $ he won; the cabbie ended up driving him to some side street, where a big ass dude came to the window and jacked Persia for all the cash he had on him, his phone, and then made him go to the ATM and take out cash from there too, all under threat of bodily harm. The cab took off obviously so Persia hikes it to the nearest gas station and tries to get to the airport where he has missed his flight and cant get on another one till the next morning. So he has to book a room at the MGM for the night, sleeps off his drunkenness wakes up and has to catch a flight back to SF through Salt Lake City (what a bammer route). Finally gets a hold of me through Gchat from the SLC airport the next morning at 9, and when he tells me what happens I feel super bad about wishing all those horrible things upon him.
All in all another amazing trip in the best city in the world. Hopefully you all enjoyed reading, and hopefully I can get another TR up next week!
Wake up Sunday Morning and my head is pounding, look around the room everyone is still passed the fuck out. Found a bottle of water and pounded that ish down, popped a couple Advil and got to sorting out my life. Was about to go use the bathroom when I tripped over Persia still lying in the hallway, and then last night started coming back to me. I chuckled to myself and hopped in the shower to clear my head. Get ready and pack up my bag and wake everyone else up. Persia wakes up in pain with his whole stomach and chest covered in rugburns, no idea what the hell happened to him. Me and T$ fill him and everyone else in about his plight from a few hours before. Persia doesn’t really believe us, but mostly b/c he is still drunk from the night before. At one point I try and help him off the floor and he falls back down and breaks a cabinet door off the dresser (Yea palazzo ended up charging me for that =/).
Everyone finally gets out of bed gets ready and packed up. Me, R, Rags, and T$ are on the same flight out at about 3PM. Persia is on a later flight at about 5:30, we check our luggage with the bellhop (Or Persia does under his name, which becomes important shortly). We then head over to the grand canal shops to get a bite to eat at a mexican restaurant, which for me was munching on some chips and sucking down a couple bloody marys so I would stop feeling like complete shit. Lunch was uneventful except for a still drunk Persia making his stupid noises, and since he is the only drunk one at this point its really not very entertaining to anyone else. After lunch we have about an hour to kill so we go hit the casino floor; myself, R, Rags and T$ play some Blackjack while Persia hits a craps table. Subsequently lose $100 in like 30 mins so I get up and just chill watching everyone else gamble till our Presidential Limo is here to pick us up for the ride to the airport.
Car shows up so we plan to go grab our luggage and bounce, except for the fact that Persia is on a heater rolling dice and progressively getting drunker and drunker; he is just randomly yelling the word “Salaam” over and over again at this point. We go try to grab our luggage from the bellhop, but they won’t hand it over without Persia being there because he has lost the claim check. Sigh. So we walk back to the Venetian where he is playing and try and get him to come with us; but he won’t leave the table. No matter what we tell him he keeps playing, except for the fact that we have a flight to catch, so we need him. None of us can get through to the drunk fuck; I start muttering all kinds of unpleasant things I wish would happen to Persia at this point. Let’s just say my thoughts were not very kind, finally almost 45 mins later we drag a drunk Persia away from the table long enough to get our bags and we peace out, head to the airport and catch a flight back home.
Successful ass Vegas trip, but as we land we get a text from Persia that he missed his flight (serves him right), but when we ask for deets we can’t get a response. It’s a mystery! We finally find out later that he had come up about $500 at the craps table and got a cab to the airport, his drunk ass was bragging to the cabbie about how much $ he won; the cabbie ended up driving him to some side street, where a big ass dude came to the window and jacked Persia for all the cash he had on him, his phone, and then made him go to the ATM and take out cash from there too, all under threat of bodily harm. The cab took off obviously so Persia hikes it to the nearest gas station and tries to get to the airport where he has missed his flight and cant get on another one till the next morning. So he has to book a room at the MGM for the night, sleeps off his drunkenness wakes up and has to catch a flight back to SF through Salt Lake City (what a bammer route). Finally gets a hold of me through Gchat from the SLC airport the next morning at 9, and when he tells me what happens I feel super bad about wishing all those horrible things upon him.
All in all another amazing trip in the best city in the world. Hopefully you all enjoyed reading, and hopefully I can get another TR up next week!
Otherwise, banging TR. I love Vegas.
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