8 Nights for Fight Weekend

[DogHammer]

Now before I get started, im not going to promise that I will finish this TR, or manage all the detail, as my memory is pretty bad as it is, then add an English binge drinking mentality and it gets worse.

So setting the scene:
My buddy wins 54,000 dollars on online poker. He hit a Jackpot table on PokerStars, won the table, bang. So for his 30th birthday he wants to go to Las Vegas.

Roster (All UK guys):
Colonel Sanders - Jackpot Winner, 30, addicted to fried chicken, not the healthiest of people.
Me - 30, like to plan and party hard.
T - My Wingman, 27
H - T's brother, 28, big lad, likes his Kebabs and Special Brew
TD - Twin of BD, 29, Lawyer.
BD - Twin of TD, 29, accountant, just split with his wife.

We booked 8 nights over the fight weekend. Coming from the UK its a 10 hour flight so 8 nights isnt as long as it sounds. You need a bit of time to get over the jet lag. We did Tuesday till the Wednesday week after.

Arrived at the Airport at 6:30AM, me and T drove down, I parked, got out the car and saw H and the rest of the boys straight away, they got out of the car all drinking a special brew for breakfast. Golden.

At the airport we all sat around having a few beers and getting a nice English breakfast in before the flight, then started hammering the drinks on the plane. A few whiskeys and little bottles of red later and we got cut off by the staff. We weren't being too rowdy, but I guess they just got sick of bringing us alcohol. Only eventful part of the flight was the scuffle with Colonel Sanders and TD. TD had been berating the Colonel for hours, turning off his TV screen, punching him in the arm, stealing his drinks..... the usual stuff, when we got served this hot pizza calzone thing. TD made a grab for the Colonels pizza, but the Colonel was too quick and slapped TD in the face with the burning hot delicacy, causing quite a savage burn on TD's cheek. Its safe to say the berating stopped there and TC didnt say much for the rest of the flight. Just sat with an ice cube on his face.

We landed after not sleeping a wink and TD was looking a bit worse for wear with his burnt up face. But we all laughed at him and gave zero sympathy, as you do.
Made our way outside after getting the baggage and found our driver from Presidential Limo that I had booked in advance. He was a good lad, did us multiple drops as we were staying in different hotels. T and I were in Harrah's and the rest were all the way down in SLS.
We necked the bottle of fizz in the car, cranked up the tunes and shouted at people from the windows of the limo. Typical British tourist behaviour.
Got to the SLS, dropped the boys off, then to Harrah's. I tipped the driver a few bills then waited in the line for check in. Harrah's was OK I suppose. We chose a cheaper option as its in a great location, next time I go to Vegas I will probably look at the Wynn or something but it was fine.

No Sandwich action happened as it was fight weekend and everywhere was booked out, plus our check in person didnt seem that friendly. Ah well, no biggy we had a high roller deluxe room anyway and it fit purpose.

Quick shower, change into some nice threads and T and I were out for a few beers. Had a look around the casino and dropped into Carnival Court. It was still about 6 or 7 o clock, so it wasnt kicking but it was OK. Had a few beers, a few cocktails and had a laugh with the bartenders. Spoke to a couple from California, they were nice.

We planned to meet the other boys but they were late. So we went for a steak up at Ruth Chris's and then headed back to carnival court. Met the boys at Margaritaville, met a couple from Michigan, and binge drank cocktails for a while. T and I went up to the Rio to Voodoo. The others stayed at the strip and planned to go home. The view up Voodoo at night was fantastic. We really enjoyed it up there and had about 8 JD honeys each. It seemed like there were lots of guys up there with...... hired women though.

Anyway we dropped back to Carnival Court when Voodoo closed and had another few drinks, then Carnival Court closed, so we left. On the way out we got approached by this group of 3 Canadian girls. Spent the next few hours gambling and messing around with them. Real good fun, but they had to leave at 7AM to get on a plane.

Tried to go to sleep. Couldn't. Been awake for about 24 hours so far. Screw it, got up at 9AM, went to meet everyone for a Caesers breakfast buffet.

Met the SLS crew and they recapped on what happened after me and T left. The Colonel stayed out on his own, got a limo around the city, and hit the slots really hard. Spent 2000 dollars in his first night.

Buffet was good. Fried chicken in a cone. Winning.

TBC?

[OmarLittle]

Haha sounds like an entertaining flight! Of course you should carry on!

[DogHammer]

OK so Day 2.

The Burn on TD's face was looking pretty nasty, but there was no guilt from the Colonel. He was fully content with the payback. This episode had now set forth the pranking mentality in the group. There were now incriminating photos and videos being taken all over the place, as well as the old phone over trap 2 when your taking a dump routine, and loads of homo-erotic pranking like certain people getting into bed with another person completely naked and spooning them till they wake up. British Lad humour at its lowest.....

Now I think on day 2 we decided to spend the day at the SLS pool as it was pretty empty and as far as pools go it was pretty nice. We spent the day drinking a 'British' amount of alcohol and jumping in the pool on these inflatable swans. Much to the amusement of the lovely female lifeguard.

Ill just punch out on the 'British amount of alcohol statement for a moment. I find that in the US people dont tend to drink the way we do back home. It's perfectly acceptable in the UK to drink 4 beers or alternative spirits within an hour, for about 6 or 7 hours. But we get looked at like we are animals in the US!

Anyway, the swans starting getting destroyed, probably due to H being about 20 stone of pure Kebab meat. I think even the toughest of inflatables would struggle with that weight. The lifeguards took them away.

So when we were good and cooked out in the Sun, T and I went back up to Harrah's for a short nap before the night ahead.

After a nap we showered and went down to Carnival Court to wait for the other boys. This is where I had my first taste of physical table gambling. I have always done a bit of online poker, blackjack and roulette, but never actually been to a casino and gambled.
I sat at 5 dollar blackjack for a while with a nice dealer who taught me the table etiquette and only lost about 20 dollars total, plus 5 or 6 dollars tip to the waitress who kept bringing me double whiskeys. Nice.
There were some good cover bands on. We messed around and danced a bit, the SLS crew came to meet us, and I think we just gambled all night while getting drinks from the waitresses. I was pretty smashed and the night is a blur. I remember more Canadians, and thats about it. I think we went to bed at about 2AM as we had a big night the next night at Tryst.

I know that I slept for 2 hours then was wide awake at about 04:30AM. Couldn't sleep again. Ah well ill have a big nap later on in the day I thought. So I got up and walked the casino floor played some roulette, won a few hundred dollars and then went back up to wake up T.

[vablaster]

Very nice, keep it going!

[ecook0808]

Keep it up son... We are counting on u!

[DogHammer]

Day 3

So now im still behind on sleep. Only had a few hours since I got to Vegas, and tonight was a big night. We had a table with the goose special booked at Tryst with Bobby at 10:30. What should we do now? Go get a decent feed and chill, maybe a bit of sleep? Nope. Get down to the SLS pool and jump on the swans, drink our body weight in overpriced cocktails. I cant remember what we did for breakfast. I think the sleep deprivation put me on a blank for a lot of these first few days.

Quick side note on the pool. In Vegas you always have a few token guys laying around the pool, and strutting round thinking their amazing. Im not saying they are not, loads of people look in great condition over there, real big and muscled and shit. The thing is H literally thinks he is one of these people. He has a good walk around the pool, lays basking in the sun and 100 percent believes that he is the best looking person around there. The reality is he is 20 stone of pure UK donner kebab and special brew. Its quite a marvel to watch.

So after a good crack at the SLS pool, causing hassle, swan jumping, drinking a savage amount of alcohol and tanning up a bit, it was time for me and T to head back up to Harrah's for a 2 hour nap before the night ahead.
We laid down, I couldn't sleep for shit. Just had to take the night dry I suppose, but by now my eyes were really starting to darken and I was close to the walking dead. The only thing keeping me going was diaralyte and water, I dont drink caffeine so I cant have a coffee or anything to perk me up.

So up at around 6:30 7, got into our best threads (Suit Jackets all round), the SLS crew came to meet us at Harrah's and we grabbed a quick Hot dog before heading to the Wynn Casino to gamble before Tryst.

I like the Wynn. Has some real class about it. Makes you feel special when your walking through it. Shame that we lower the standard by getting really rowdy at the slots and turboing the 'Free' drinks. We found a nice waitress who we tipped very generously right off the bat, she was then our personal waitress and kept coming back with 2 drinks of whatever each of us wanted. This was a bad idea as we still had 3 bottles of Goose and a Moet to drink in Tryst, but when these boys are going there is no stopping them.

After a few drinks I was getting really hungry. I think the no sleeping was making me want to intake more food, So I went out in search of a sandwich or something. I walked around the Wynn and couldn't find anything. Walked outside, across the street to the Mall thingy, but it was all shut. Nowhere wanted to give me a sandwich. Looks like im not eating then, back to the Wynn and started ordering Mudslides, at least the Milk should fill me up a bit right?
When I got back to the lads TD and BD were absolutely smashed. TD was laid out over one of the slots with about 10 empty glasses of Sex on the Beach surrounding him, BD was running around shouting at the waitress to get him more alcohol like a child with ADD. The Colonel had lost another thousand dollars at the slots. I had a bit of catching up to do so I downed a load of their unfinished drinks, woke up TD and ushered them all to Tryst. After some face slaps and stern words I just about got them into Tryst. They were all happy with the VIP and the table and it picked them all up a bit. The Goose started flowing, I greased all the necessary people and we were on the way.

Few things that happened through the night, met some girls from Cali, the Colonel took a disliking to them and insisted they were trying to get back to our rooms to steal all our money. I was like, 'maybe it would be better they did so you don't put it all in the slots?'
Was on the dancefloor for a while and when I came back to the table TD was laid out on the seats, god knows how he didn't get thrown out.
It was pretty busy, so T greased our security and he did him a 'walkthrough' to the restroom, which was brilliant, he literally pushed everyone out the way to make a path for a VIP. Was brilliant.
H was on the dancefloor 'British' Dancing. Which means such moves as the Double Doorbell, Feed the Ducks and lost in the woods.
It ended up as just me and T left at the table and a whole bottle of Moet and half a bottle of goose left. We felt like we really needed to finish it, so we hit the Moet hard and then finished half a bottle of goose in straight shots. Safe to say we were slaughtered after that. I cant remember how we got home or what happened between leaving the club and bed but I know I only had 4 hours sleep before waking up again knowing I have to get up.....

[DogHammer]

Day 4

So I'm really feeling the lack of sleep by now. T was up and wanted to go find somewhere to do some shooting, so I got up and sorted myself out. Showered, shorts, vest, sunglasses to cover my black eyes and I was golden.
I searched through my pockets from last night and found over 400 dollars of Harrah's casino chips, 3 nutrigrain bars and about 30 dollars in 1's. Was I up? I cant remember gambling between the club and room but I must have.

Quick cash in downstairs and we were on our way to get a quick Caesers buffet (Loving that fried chicken in a cone) and take a walk towards Machine Guns Vegas. We walked down to this shopping centre place opposite the Wynn and had a little look around. Went up to the top floor to the food court and I was feeling a bit ropey. Then I saw this slushie/smoothie kinda shop. Banging, I ordered myself a watermelon slush thing and thought 'yes' this will sort me out. Then while ordering the nice young lady said; Do you want baabaa with that? I was like, what the fuck is that? yeah sling it in. BIG mistake.
Turns out Boba, is some horrible slimy weird fruit, seed misery thing that comes through the straw when you suck on your nice watermelon slushie. About 4 of these big things went into my mouth and instantly made me hurl it all into my hand. T was cracking up laughing while I stood there in disgust and dismay at this horrific misery fruit that had ruined my cure all smoothie. I slam dunked that sucker Michael Jordan style straight in the bin and got myself a water.

Bit more walking and we couldn't find Machine Guns Vegas, I didn't have data on my phone so couldn't look it up. Ah well, I wanted to go to Battlefield anyway. We took a walk past EBC as it was a Friday and I wanted to see if it was pumping, we were planned to go there pre-sale Sunday. We weren't disappointed, it looked banging with loads of birds everywhere. Nice.

After this little jaunt I cant remember what happened. I think we went to Wallgreens for cigarettes, maybe did a bit of gambling im not sure. All I know is that the sleep deprivation was catching up with me hardcore. Actually, thinking about it we may have gone to meet BD and TD up at the MGM where they were getting CC tickets and weigh in tickets? or was that a few days ago.... I actually dont know as its all a blur at this point, so Im skipping to the night time.

All the boys were shattered, T was feeling a bit ill, TD and H didnt want to come out, the Colonel was feeling sorry for himself as he was 4 grand down on slots by now, only me and BD wanted to go out and get smashed but we convinced everyone else to join. We went to old town to find this restaurant called Hugo's which had been recommended to us. We couldn't find it so we wandered around casino's for a while, and thought right lets just leave. We went to leave the casino we were in (Four Queens) and there were police blocking off the street and putting metal barriers everywhere. We seemed to be locked in the Casino. What a bastard. But then a ray of hope came along as the Colonel pointed across the casino to the sign above the door to the cellar of Hugo's.

If anyone wants a great restaurant experience and some great food then I recommend Hugo's in the Four Queens Downtown. We had an absolutely banging meal, I drunk my bodyweight in red wine too which made it even better.

So after the meal, which lasted about 2 or 3 hours, as we gorged on shed loads of quality munch and Vino we could now get outside the casino once were were given wristbands. Outside down fremont was now absolutely packed with people all drinking and bands on here and there, random bars had opened up, it was all kicking off.
I was happy as Larry and wanted to go get smashed but none of the other boys wanted to. They all wanted to go and sleep. Its Friday night fuckers what's wrong with you? I haven't slept and you lot say your tired?

Anyway they all went back to their hotels, I stayed on my own. I got a text from some random US number asking me if Im still meeting them tonight downtown. Looks like I must have given my number out to someone last night, so I said sure why not meet me outside Binions.
Turns out it was 2 girls, one latino, one black that I had spoken to last night and arranged to meet. Go figure.

Anyway the night consisted of us 3 going and getting smashed at little bars and stuff downtown. At some point we were in 'Insert Coins' where there was this Dance off going on between all these tall black guys on the dance floor. It was pretty cool to watch, you dont get any of that shit in the UK.
We went to a few other bars, smoked some weed on the corner of a few streets and drank a lot.

Then one of these girls asked me if I wanted a lift back to my hotel. I was like OK.... sure. So absolutely wasted she got straight in her car and drove me back. Does this happen all the time in the US? I drinking and driving pretty acceptable as long as you get away with it?

Anyway, we got back to Harrah's and smoked some more weed in her car before I went back to my room to try and sleep at about 4 or 5 oclock.

I couldnt sleep. Again.

[lewi1982]

Now you all know how to do Vegas right. Can't stand the ppl who go to Vegas for peace and quiet. Idc how old old you are, Vegas is NOT for peace and quiet.

You all do it right! Looking forward to hearing the rest of your TR.

[Cirilo Medina]

Fremont Street!!!! Old Vegas, the way the mob wanted it. Hugo's is now on my priority list

[ArmyVegas]

Then while ordering the nice young lady said; Do you want baabaa with that? I was like, what the fuck is that? yeah sling it in. BIG mistake.
Turns out Boba, is some horrible slimy weird fruit, seed misery thing that comes through the straw when you suck on your nice watermelon slushie. About 4 of these big things went into my mouth and instantly made me hurl it all into my hand.

LMFAO!! "Boba". Honestly it's a hit or miss with everyone. At least you knew it was in your cup. When I first had it and it came through the straw in my mouth (pause) I was like Mother f***er..."You just gonna violate me like that??"....lol

[BuckeyeFan]

LMFAO!! "Boba". Honestly it's a hit or miss with everyone. At least you knew it was in your cup. When I first had it and it came through the straw in my mouth (pause) I was like Mother f***er..."You just gonna violate me like that??"....lol

hahaha

[acapp0813]

Awesome TR so far. Love the British lingo!

[lcstreet82]

Nice TR - British dancing - YES!!! Ha, I can always spot the fellow Brits on the dancefloor.

[wildcard]

great tr mate

[DogHammer]

Its been a bit since the last entry, I have been at a wedding getting wrecked for a few days so my minds got even fuzzier... but here we go anyway.

Day 5

I was literally going insane. I have had very little sleep for 5 maybe 6 days. That piled on top of the large amounts of alcohol was really fucking me up. I laid there in the hotel room for hours, just couldnt sleep.

About 9AM T got up and said he was going to the Puff Daddy Pool Party at the SLS with the other boys. I decided to give it a miss and try to sleep. Didnt happen.

By now I was starting to hallucinate, time was skipping and I was laughing and crying all at the same time. This went on for a few hours and eventually I fell asleep in the bath for a good 5 hours, woohoo!

I woke up, had a shower, sorted myself out and went for a walk. Got myself a coconut water and a quick hot dog from outside the hotel, then called up the boys. They were at the pool party at SLS.

Now this pool party was pretty packed they said. But also they were the only white guys there. I got to see some phone video's later on that night and it was pretty savage, there were these big black pimps walking round with 2 or 3 birds on their arm smoking massive joints. So the boys were quite out of place. Apparently they got into the centre of the pool and all of the guys there kept pelting them with blow up balls. Kinda glad I didn't go.

It was about 4PM by now and had to wait for the boys to finish up so I hit the tables. Hit the blackjack and a bit of roulette, but it was all cold. Lost every had and every ball on the wheel. Luck had to run out sooner or later, but only had to lose for an hour before T came and met me so we could get ready.

It was fight night tonight and by the time we got ready and met the Colonel it was already getting pretty chaotic out. BD, TD and H all had tickets for the MGM CC party so they were already up there. I think we went to Toby Keith's at Harrah's for dinner and ate shit loads of chicken and ribs, then spent the night between the Harrah's casino and Carnival Court.

We had a few drinks, gambled and went to bed at around 1-2AM. Didn't fancy the chaos so made it an early night, which I really needed.