I took the day off of work on Friday. I woke up early did a load of laundry, washed the dishes (I have to do them by hand), and picked up my apartment. Five hours later I was already up $100 on the blackjack tables.
About twelve of us headed out to Las Vegas, Nevada for a double bachelor party over the weekend. My brother and about ten of his friends were going out there for a bachelor party too. Needless to say, the plane trip was pretty rowdy and we can be fairly sure we annoyed everyone that we hadn’t infected with our contagious raucousness. We were able to fanaggle a stretch limo from the airport to the hotel. After checking in, we proceeded to gamble and drink free drinks well into the evening. The evening was a blur of white russians, beam & cokes, e, casino hopping, poker rooms and lounge acts. It was an exceptionally fun and strange night indeed. Hah, I know that one didn’t slip by you, it’s a special treat I only indulge in a couple times a year or so. The Lama had an episode in the Plaza poker room but recovered soon after. We spent a lot of time at quarter roulette and the bar afterward. This is around my fifth time to Vegas and I’m still amazed by its absurdity and ridiculousness. It’s phoniness never ceases to entertain me. I refuse to spend more than three nights there.
Slept in late on Saturday. Spent some time poolside and ogled all of the bikinis and curves. Went to a classic Vegas style buffet breakfast/lunch. Took a nap. And then started the whole process over again. This time we headed out of downtown and went to Cheetahs (don’t worry, it’s safe) for some “adult entertainment”. After that, it was off to the strip for more drinks and casino hopping.
Sunday morning came real quick. Everyone had a great time. We checked out of the casino and six hours later I was back in my apartment with the Vegas Funk – hungover, broke and horny. The weekend was really just a blur. But it was damn worth it.
Viva Las Vegas
I took the day off of work on Friday. I woke up early did a load of laundry, washed the dishes (I have to do them by hand), and picked up my apartment. Five hours later I was already up $100 on the blackjack tables.
About twelve of us headed out to Las Vegas, Nevada for a double bachelor party over the weekend. My brother and about ten of his friends were going out there for a bachelor party too. Needless to say, the plane trip was pretty rowdy and we can be fairly sure we annoyed everyone that we hadn’t infected with our contagious raucousness. We were able to fanaggle a stretch limo from the airport to the hotel. After checking in, we proceeded to gamble and drink free drinks well into the evening. The evening was a blur of white russians, beam & cokes, e, casino hopping, poker rooms and lounge acts. It was an exceptionally fun and strange night indeed. Hah, I know that one didn’t slip by you, it’s a special treat I only indulge in a couple times a year or so. The Lama had an episode in the Plaza poker room but recovered soon after. We spent a lot of time at quarter roulette and the bar afterward. This is around my fifth time to Vegas and I’m still amazed by its absurdity and ridiculousness. It’s phoniness never ceases to entertain me. I refuse to spend more than three nights there.
Slept in late on Saturday. Spent some time poolside and ogled all of the bikinis and curves. Went to a classic Vegas style buffet breakfast/lunch. Took a nap. And then started the whole process over again. This time we headed out of downtown and went to Cheetahs (don’t worry, it’s safe) for some “adult entertainment”. After that, it was off to the strip for more drinks and casino hopping.
Sunday morning came real quick. Everyone had a great time. We checked out of the casino and six hours later I was back in my apartment with the Vegas Funk – hungover, broke and horny. The weekend was really just a blur. But it was damn worth it.