Hey Vegas Adventure, I wanted to include a short story about a recent trip I had with my friend. After the last trip to Las Vegas I had I mad a small list of the things that I still did not get to do (mostly because I was drunk or lazy). On this list was the Infamous giant Ferris wheel known as the High Roller. Even though we told ourselves that we would stay more sober to enjoy activities, this did not happen as usual.
Our morning started out almost normal with us up with the sunrise (a travel tradition), in our hotel room suite at the Paris Hotel. We were upgraded to a huge multi room living space with a separate living room complete with couches a wet bar kitchen etc. Still being half drunk from the night before I stumble to the Keurig machine and make myself a cup a black coffee. Standing in a hotel room robe I stood stepping over my friends on the floor to get to the window to see the Bellagio Fountains. There is nothing better than standing at this window with the sunrise and drinking a cup of coffee with the view I had.
After some rumbling I realize the girl that my friend “met” last night awoke and walked into the living room area. “Is there coffee?” was all she asked and when I turned to tell her where the k-cups are, I saw her standing there completely naked. Interesting start to a Vegas Adventure I guess. A hiss of a Keurig and a short time later now with a robe on I sad at our 8 person table in front of this giant window talking to a curly haired blonde girl from Washington State.
Conversation was funny and interesting and before long my buddy awoke and so did my girlfriend (now Ex) leaving the four of us awake before 8AM and trying to figure out what to do. The High Roller was on my short list and the decision was made….Breakfast and then Ferris Wheel it shall be.
Our breakfast was a wonderful buffet where it seems that because we were the early birds that day we got in with ease. The price was cheap (player rewards) and we elected to start drinking bloody maries and mimosas which were unlimited because of our reward status. The meal lasted over an hour and we were already tipsy. The walk to the Linq hotel was a fun strip singing extravaganza with our group of four already feeling no pain. Once in the promenade area of the linq the decision was made to continue to booze before we hit the Ferris pod.
To make a long story short I will just say that another hour of gambling and drinking way too much made it then time to make our way to the High Roller. I was slowly sipping beers and my best friend seemed to be drinking Jim Beam straight (not a great choice I guess). We enter the futuristic pod and the four of us had one all to ourselves which was amazing. As the doors closed and the announcements were coming over the speaker and promotional video started I saw my buddy start changing colors.
Fast forward 15 minutes later and as we were ascending to where we were about to peek up higher than the hotel rooftops and that is when it happened. My friend was leaning up right where the glass of the pod and the metal meet up. He first coyly tried to slowly spew without making too big of a scene. After we all see this the laughter began. Once he felt that embarrassment wouldn’t be something he could now avoid, round two was one of the most vile and funny moments of my years of visiting Las Vegas. Imagine four people right before noon trapped in a smelly pod with some of the window covered in puke? As he lay on the floor eyes closed and all of us pressed to the other side of the window the laughter and jokes were that of epic proportions. Yes there was pictures (he won’t lent me share) , and video (my evil ex must have). All I have of this story is the memory of my buddy throwing up…. not to mention the memory of his naked girlfriend making morning coffee. I love Las Vegas!
We just got back from a short 2-day trip from California to Las Vegas where we were planning on doing a 48 hour stay-up bender. Even though there was a chill in the air we decided to put the top down on my best friend’s cherry red Mustang Convertible and put the heat on to even out the breeze. The trip started perfect with a short 3-4-hour car ride until our Sin City Adventure.
On our way, there we needed to stop for gas and knew there was a good spot for food and gas about an hour out of Vegas in Primm. We grabbed some Red Bulls and snacks and me being a gentleman, decided to pay for the gas to fill up my friend’s car. Looking up we saw right across the street “Buffalo Bills” hotel and Casino glittering in the Desert sun with its old but very cool looking roller coaster in operation. It was then that I turned to my buddy and said “we must take a ride on that coaster to continue our journey”. He easily agreed and we made our way across the street to the semi-empty parking lot to go on this coaster.
There was absolutely zero line while waiting for the roller coaster and we were two of the 5 people that were loaded up and starting the accent to the heavens on this yellow track of majesty. The initial drop was more than I anticipated and the ride was longer than we expected, ending with us both clapping and laughing as it came to an abrupt halt. Completely worth the price of admission.
When exiting the ride, we made our way through the mock western town and did some quick window shopping in the souvenir shops filled with rubber snakes and electric barking puppy toys to emerge on the casino floor once again. Being full of energy from the ride I thought it would be a good Idea to sit and have a few beers with some Video Poker in this almost empty resort in the desert.
Sparing the details I would like to say that about 4-6 hours later I woke up next to what appeared to be a 35 year old red headed exiled Vegas Stripper/Call Girl in a 43 dollar a night Buffallo Bills Hotel room. I remembered picking this chick up at the empty bar and after A LOT of afternoon drinks found that her bleach blonde friend and her were just as interested in having afternoon fun (without charging us). I guess they weren’t hookers after all!
I snuck out of the hotel room about 5PM after getting in touch with my friend (down at the food court and didn’t score). Luckily he was sober enough to drive and we cranked the tunes and away we went once again one hour from the Vegas Fun that awaited us. To be honest, I love random Vegas Stories where you don’t plan anything and you wake up next to a redhead in the desert!
This story won’t take long because I still only remember a portion of my night. After a buffet Dinner at Mirage which included unlimited booze my friends and I were already pre-sauced. I remembered making everyone stagger over to Excalibur after we went downtown to walk amongst the crazy people in the street. I guess whatever frozen concoctions that we engulfed while down there didn’t take effect until we reached the castle.
There is always a great vibe on the gambling floor at Excalibur. I was wasted and playing roulette (although poorly because I woke up with no money) and the last thing I remember was going to the lounge area of the casino floor. I know there is a bathroom next to it because I slightly remember falling off a bar stool at some point to get to it. And then TOTAL BLACKOUT.
The following morning, I woke up in our hotel room about 930AM alone not knowing where my buddies were. Snuggled up next to me is what appeared to be a 3-foot-tall fake Christmas tree decoration complete with shiny gold tinsel wrapped around it. Where did this, tree come from? How did it end up in my bed? Am I currently wanted by Las Vegas Metro?
All these questions went unanswered as my friends won’t tell me (or don’t remember) anything. The next day and a half I kept an eye out for faux trees that resembled the snuggle bed tree buddy of mine. With no luck, I was left with a foggy memory and a morning filled with Christmas Confusion.
So there I was with a buddy of mine not even knowing that Las Vegas had beer gardens. We found this one that was actually sponsored by Budweiser and being hefty beer addicts we realized that we couldn't go wrong….so we thought.
Hour one of beer garden drinking couldn't have been any better. The beers were delicious, the view of the Strip was Perfect, and the people watching was great both in and out of the venue. I wasn’t even keeping track of the number of beers we were drinking because many came in the form of pitcher and tower looking devices that were destroying our sobriety by the glass full.
Right about hour two and change, my buddy and I were both feeling no pain with whatever exotic kegged happy juice was just poured down our gullets. It was when I left to go to the bathroom that I realized just how intox I really was, and maybe it would be time to mosey on down the strip pretty soon when it happened.
Apparently I missed the initial exchange, but there was my buddy in a verbal dispute over a balcony with what looked to be a 2 foot tall man in some sort of costume. Leprechaun maybe? I wasn't too sure how it started but it sounded as though my friends was calling him a “wee little man” in what sounds like a terrible Irish accent.
To make a long story short I will fast forward 12 minutes as I realized it was now time for us to pay our bill and get out of dodge. As we sat there waiting for our card to be taken the little guy that my friend was yelling at came over to the table yelling obscenities. When we stood up to get our bearing in the situation I said out loud “oh yea he is a leprechaun” at which time the little guy winds up and kicks both my buddy and I as hard as he could in the shins (mine was more of a knee kick).
Imagine looking up from one knee in horrible pain to the sight of the lucky charms guy pissed off and yelling curses at you? Yea, well that made for my favorite drunk Vegas afternoon I can remember in recent memory. Curse me lucky charms that fucker kicked us!
This is kind of a quick story, but one that I must tell. My buddy and I were on a 2 day bender after driving in from California and were handling ourselves as Vegas regulars should. After dousing ourselves in gambling loss booze we decide that it may benefit us to walk outdoors and see the strip. All this was supposed to do is stop us from losing money for at least an hour.
As we walked it was becoming more apparent that this decision was a good one and I told him that I wanted to make my way to “the park” thing in front of the new arena. It must have been a few minutes after this decision was made that we hear this very loud popping sound coming from a pedestrian bridge. At first I was thinking car backfire or something big even falling from a balcony of a hotel. It was with the site of people now running in all directions that I then utter the words “dude I thing those are gunshots”
And gunshots they were…..from the response we saw at the bridge it seems as though there was a Vegas style hit that went down before our very eyes (actually at a distance but still). We now have an epic Vegas story, and more important we have a reason to not go outside as much when we visit. Stay Classy Las Vegas!
I just got back after a three day bender with my childhood friend. We stayed off the strip at Tuscany suites and felt a little bit pissed that we decided to save a few bucks by staying off the strip. That is until one crazy Vegas Night where we went all out and ended up getting back to the hotel around 4 in the morning.
Just as we thought we were done for the evening we heard loud female voices emulating from the central hotel bar. I figured there was absolutely no harm in seeing what I was hearing and thank god that I did. A set of four beautiful bombshells were singing and drinking the night away and I saw an opportunity.
I figured that I would “go big” or “go home”, and picked the perfect opening line to these ladies. “Hey you ladies aren't hookers are you?” This was met with laughter and smart ass comments and we were off. The Vegas gods were upon us.
Long story short I ended up hitting it off with a red head I will nickname “fireball” for artistic sake. After four more rounds of drinks with some dancing and singing in the bar I decided to walk off with fireball hand in hand.
We ended up in a gym area of the hotel and I though this would not suffice for naughty time, but to my surprise the outside entrance door to their pool section was still open. We quickly sauntered out to a cabana looking spot and took care of business under the cover of cloth and darkness. After this event “fireball” decided it a good idea for us to go skinny dipping and get dressed and escape as quickly as possible to meet our friends back at the bar.
It was a great Vegas adventure that Im glad I can share with all of you because It makes me want to fly back each word I write. Thanks to “fireball” for making what happens in Vegas, Stay in Vegas!
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The sound of a street sweeper startled me as I slowly opened my eyes to the tragedy that has become the end of a crazy evening. Across from me sits a stereotypical homeless man stretched out on a piece of cardboard that once encased frozen McDonalds french fries. I gaze across the open field to some strange cement towers and realize that I didn’t make it back to my hotel the night before.
My last memory was in the Excalibur hotel at around 4AM. I took the remainder of my bankroll and then decided it wise to drip it on a roulette table full of overweight patrons. My luck has steadily declined it seems, and I needed to eat. A food court would be my salvation.
At this hour the only restaurant open was a Chinese food chain looking joint. One of those places that you can find in any suburban shopping mall has now become the grease infestation of my colon. Where did my friends go? At what point did I lose them? Belly full its was time to stagger on my way to a future of Vegasy fun. That clearly didn’t happen.
It was early morning and I was fresh out of cash which is what lead me to want to walk back to my hotel in the first place. Staggering around the castle I remembered seeing those frozen drink machines behind some Tiki counter which seemed like a great idea at the time. The sweet looking blonde with ample bosom asked me if I would like a shot of what must be grain alcohol on top…..”of course I do” must have been what I muddled to this innocent mid western swill slinger.
Now its morning…..My wallet was still in my back pocket which was a shock although I had no more money left in it. The small stretch of cement that my new homeless friend and I spent an evening must have looked like a good place to rest on my death march back to my hotel. It was to be the greatest walk of shame that anyone has ever had in this god awful amazing vacationland for degenerates such as I.
This is first and last time I will decide to walk home on a blackout in Las Vegas. I need meetings.
Hey there, I just want to tell a little bit of information about a holiday that I took a while back. Apparently there is a pornography awards event that goes on in Las Vegas, and at the time I was staying at the same place where it was being held.
The amazing thing to tell the world is that these women who are associated with it tend to hang around the hotel bars after they are through for the day. This is also at a time when they have already wrapped up there nightly parties and are already feeling fabulous!
Without the details of a few grand evenings, let me just say that it was impossible for me to not at least get contact information from these ladies and a few times did end up having them up for a “drink” in the room.
FInd out when this event is, and enjoy the sights around you!