What happens in Vegas…I put on the Internets

Over the weekend I made a trip to Sin-City with a group of guys, following is what transpired.

I was the first one to get in, around 4 PM on Friday night. So I checked in to the MGM Grand, dumped my stuff off in the room, and then cruised down to the poker room by 6 to play some cards, drink some beers and wait for everybody else. The rest of the crew (JR, Doug, Juan, Mike and Dave) had finally all arrived about 9, and we got ready to go out for the evening.

The six of us hopped in a limo and headed to the Venetian. Another friend Dan was originally supposed to go with us, but ended up not being able to make it. We were able to hook up with his friend Kay and a couple of her friends, however, and Kay had got us hooked up with a VIP table and bottle service at the Tao Nightclub. Tao was a very large, very loud, very aesthetically pleasing joint with tons of people wandering about trying to be seen. There were quite a few different levels, but I probably only explored about 20% of it (from what I recall, anyway).

It was nice to actually have a table with our bottles, no waits for drinks, no budging/squirming past people. I settled in very easily for the first of numerous Crown and Cokes. Kay’s two friends were from Brasil, so I had a nice time chatting about their country with them and probably annoying the heck out of them. As the night went on, and the drinks kept flowing, things get hazier for me. We ended up recruiting a bunch of girls to help us drink the booze drinks. I recall dancing on a ledge and falling on or bashing me knee into a speaker ever so gracefully, it still hurts as I type this. Very classy on my part, I know.

Next thing I know JR and I are leaving the club, it must have been about 3:30 at this point. Apparently I fell asleep in the club and was asked to leave, but I don’t recall that at all, I just recall being outside the club and hopping in a cab to go back to the MGM. JR, Mike and I decided we were hungry so we went to go get food. I changed my mind and left those two at the restaurant about two minutes later and ended up playing slots with some middle-aged women from North Dakota. I was in bed by about 6 AM.

I woke up about 4 hours later to find that I had actually made some money during my late night slot adventures. I wandered downstairs to grab some grub for JR and myself; everybody was up and moving by about noon. The six of us then went over to the pool where we had reserved a cabana and recalled the various exploits of the night previous and watched some college football games. On my first trip back from the bathroom I find that there were about six girls in our cabana all of a sudden. Again, we had recruited some girls to help us drink our buckets of beer. Everyone had a grand old time until the pool area closed at 5 PM.

Most of the other guys wandered back to the rooms to take naps, bathe, etc., but I made my way back to the poker room again to entertain myself and snag some more free beers. I ended up sitting next to a kid that had gone to Gustavus Adolphus a couple of years later than me, so that was pretty fun just talking with him and his buddies. After winning a grand total of $1 over the course of 2.5 hours, I hopped in a cab and made my way over to the Double Down Saloon.

The Double Down is a dirty punk rock bar near the Hard Rock, and there were a bunch of bands I had never heard of playing. I ended up making a couple of friends (primarily due to my Cobra Skulls t-shirt) while watching the show and even picked up a disc from one of the bands. I ended up hopping in a cab back to the MGM around 3 AM.

Once back at the hotel I found everyone again and we continued goofing off, drinking, gambling and the likes until the wee hours of the morning again.

Sunday I actually uttered the words, “I don’t think I can drink anymore beer”. The End.