Vegas bitches
Today is my first day back to work after returning home from Vegas. I don't really think much of a premise is needed for this weekend recap; just be sure that I'm not remembering huge chunks of it, and it was all fucking amazing.
So Thursday night I went to bed sometime after 1. I was pretty exhausted and we had to get up at 6, but couldn't sleep. I finally did sleep, then woke up around 5. And there was no more sleep after that. I drove us to the airport, we got through security, I pull out my iPod. Uhoh, I must have left it in my car. We had about 45 minutes to board, so I hustled back to my car, nearly got EXTREMELY lost trying to find my way to my car, but I got the iPod, waited in security AGAIN, then made it back to the gate with about 10 minutes to spare. We get high enough that we can use our electronics, so I pull out my iPod, and it's broken. Sweet. Glad I wasted that trip. Also, The Holiday was on, and that made me hate myself. So I was 0 for 2 at that point. Great, it's going to be an awesome trip. I think I slept for about half an hour on the plane, then woke up for descent. We get to Vegas, meet up with everyone else, then get to the hotel (after checking in at the airport). We check our bags, then go eat because we're starving. Almost all of us order our first round of drinks for the trip, except of course Steve (he got water) who was 4 beers in already. One or two drinks later (it was two for me) and a lunch later, we hit the gambling floor. I saw about $40 disappear quickly and decided I was done with slots for the weekend. Then we went and finally got into our hotel room. Everyone in my room slept, and I went down to gamble with everyone else. We went to the Monte Carlo and played some blackjack. Except when I say 'played' I really mean threw our money into the shitter. I cut myself off after losing $45; let's just say the others didn't make the same decision. We eventually headed back to the hotel (after getting a quick dinner and buying alcohol) and started to get ready. Well, except, our toilet broke. It wouldn't flush unless you took the back off of the toilet, and lifted the thing manually. I was told to fix it, but I could not. Luckily, like 20 minutes later, some dude came to fix it and we were cool. Then all of us got ready, and I continued to drink heavily. I was on a mission. So 10:30 or 11 rolls around, I'm not sure which, and we head down to Studio 54. There's no line, which we love, and we walk right in (after the overpriced cover). I buy an $8 beer, and everyone else is like, hey, we're going to go back upstairs to drink. I then finish my beer, and then Steve and I go up to drink more as well. And as we're walking upstairs, the alcohol begins to hit me. I'm wasted! Awesome. So we have like 2 more drinks (they were like 6 ounce cups) and then head back down. I buy one more $8 beer and I think that was it for the night. There was dancing, go-go dancers, some sort of trapeze show or something, and then a large gap. I think we left around 1:15 and went up to pass out.
Saturday I woke up to a text message around 8:15 or 8:30. It says get ready, we're going to the pool. So I get ready, and everyone but Chris and Bootz gets up and we go to the pool at about 9. I think the bar opened up around 9:30 or so, or maybe 10, who really knows, and we all got drinks. There was some lazy river time, some hot tub time, but mostly just sun time. And there was 'I'm getting wasted time' for me. And it occurred after about two beers. I think I had at least 6 or 7 beers while we were at the pool, and we finally left around, uh, let's call it 3. Streets and I head back to the room to change and then meet up with everyone, uh, somewhere. Then, uh, some stuff happened I think, although I can't be sure. Then we went to eat dinner at a Mexican place (I forgot about this until yesterday morning). It was really good, but I couldn't eat a lot. I was full on chips, salsa, and loads of alcohol. There was no gambling for Streets and I on Saturday though. So we leave whereever we were (I remember a spiral elevator and lots of stores) and then we head back to the hotel to get ready for the evening. On the way back we saw two fountain shows, which were awesome. So we get ready (there's much drinking while doing so) and head to Tabu. We go there because at the pool we got tickets for getting in free (for the ladies) and dudes pay half. Well, guess who is the only one without a ticket. This guy. And we later discovered it wasn't my fault. But anyways, we go in and sit. At one point, we get kicked out of our table because someone has bought it. Ok, we move over. A little later, we're kicked out of that table too. The night ends like this:
SCENE MISSING.
Actually, I guess everyone left except me, Streets and Steve. Or, at least if everyone left, we hit the casino floor. Steve played a couple slots or something. I seriously have no idea whatsoever.
I do remember waking up on Sunday. I woke up still kind of drunk. Checkout was 11, and it was about 9:30 or so, so I was trying to finish up what was left of the captain, and I almost did it. Then our room went down, checked our stuff and hit up a little more gambling. Streets and I were up in blackjack when everyone was down, so we went and ate brunch. What a glorious brunch it was. And mimosas were included. From there we went to the Excalibur and gambled a little more, because tables were cheaper there. Things were not so lucky there. I lost about $140, then pulled another $100 out of the ATM. Bad idea, yes. The girls went to do something, Chris and Bootz went to the airport, and the three of us dudes went to New York New York for more gambling. Now, I should be pointing out that throughout the gambling there is a steady flow of drinks in front of me. New York New York was awesome. There was big money to be had, and the dealers were almost all awesome. And I think everyone at the table was pretty friendly. Except I was probably the loud obnoxious drunk guy at the table. I think twice Streets was out of chips, and someone paid for her to play, and she won. Anyways, long story short, we cashed out around 9:30 pm. We probably got there at like 4. I stood up, realized how incredibly drunk I was (and we didn't eat dinner) and then I thought I was going to be sick. So we walk back to our hotel (slowly in my case), get our bags, and head to the airport. I guess the cab driver reeked, but sitting in the back, I sure couldn't smell him. Anyways, we got to the airport, checked in, got through security. I was feeling better, so Streets, Steve and I went to get something to eat. The plane ride was miserable, but I slept for probably 2.5 of the 3.5 hours of it. Get home, I have to drive us home, then we go to sleep before the Cubs game on Monday.
Well, I had trouble sleeping, feeling like I would puke if I laid down. So I slept sitting up for about an hour, then slept laying down for about another hour. Around 11 we headed to Wrigley. There's not much to say about it. It was freezing, there were some loud little kids like 2 rows behind us (and one of their hot moms was getting drunk), and Streets got crazy drunk (Chris also got drunk, but I don't think he was crazy drunk. Maybe a little). So after the game, there's sitting around, Streets leaves, I start feeling super hungover. AGAIN. Finally I went to sleep around 11:30 and don't sleep too well.
The weekend kind of ended there. The drive home was miserable yesterday, I slept for 2 more hours at home, and I am not sure my iPod will get repaired even though it's still under warranty. Even still, it was an amazing weekend, and regardless of how little I actually remember of it, it was still totally awesome. Now I need REST.
So Thursday night I went to bed sometime after 1. I was pretty exhausted and we had to get up at 6, but couldn't sleep. I finally did sleep, then woke up around 5. And there was no more sleep after that. I drove us to the airport, we got through security, I pull out my iPod. Uhoh, I must have left it in my car. We had about 45 minutes to board, so I hustled back to my car, nearly got EXTREMELY lost trying to find my way to my car, but I got the iPod, waited in security AGAIN, then made it back to the gate with about 10 minutes to spare. We get high enough that we can use our electronics, so I pull out my iPod, and it's broken. Sweet. Glad I wasted that trip. Also, The Holiday was on, and that made me hate myself. So I was 0 for 2 at that point. Great, it's going to be an awesome trip. I think I slept for about half an hour on the plane, then woke up for descent. We get to Vegas, meet up with everyone else, then get to the hotel (after checking in at the airport). We check our bags, then go eat because we're starving. Almost all of us order our first round of drinks for the trip, except of course Steve (he got water) who was 4 beers in already. One or two drinks later (it was two for me) and a lunch later, we hit the gambling floor. I saw about $40 disappear quickly and decided I was done with slots for the weekend. Then we went and finally got into our hotel room. Everyone in my room slept, and I went down to gamble with everyone else. We went to the Monte Carlo and played some blackjack. Except when I say 'played' I really mean threw our money into the shitter. I cut myself off after losing $45; let's just say the others didn't make the same decision. We eventually headed back to the hotel (after getting a quick dinner and buying alcohol) and started to get ready. Well, except, our toilet broke. It wouldn't flush unless you took the back off of the toilet, and lifted the thing manually. I was told to fix it, but I could not. Luckily, like 20 minutes later, some dude came to fix it and we were cool. Then all of us got ready, and I continued to drink heavily. I was on a mission. So 10:30 or 11 rolls around, I'm not sure which, and we head down to Studio 54. There's no line, which we love, and we walk right in (after the overpriced cover). I buy an $8 beer, and everyone else is like, hey, we're going to go back upstairs to drink. I then finish my beer, and then Steve and I go up to drink more as well. And as we're walking upstairs, the alcohol begins to hit me. I'm wasted! Awesome. So we have like 2 more drinks (they were like 6 ounce cups) and then head back down. I buy one more $8 beer and I think that was it for the night. There was dancing, go-go dancers, some sort of trapeze show or something, and then a large gap. I think we left around 1:15 and went up to pass out.
Saturday I woke up to a text message around 8:15 or 8:30. It says get ready, we're going to the pool. So I get ready, and everyone but Chris and Bootz gets up and we go to the pool at about 9. I think the bar opened up around 9:30 or so, or maybe 10, who really knows, and we all got drinks. There was some lazy river time, some hot tub time, but mostly just sun time. And there was 'I'm getting wasted time' for me. And it occurred after about two beers. I think I had at least 6 or 7 beers while we were at the pool, and we finally left around, uh, let's call it 3. Streets and I head back to the room to change and then meet up with everyone, uh, somewhere. Then, uh, some stuff happened I think, although I can't be sure. Then we went to eat dinner at a Mexican place (I forgot about this until yesterday morning). It was really good, but I couldn't eat a lot. I was full on chips, salsa, and loads of alcohol. There was no gambling for Streets and I on Saturday though. So we leave whereever we were (I remember a spiral elevator and lots of stores) and then we head back to the hotel to get ready for the evening. On the way back we saw two fountain shows, which were awesome. So we get ready (there's much drinking while doing so) and head to Tabu. We go there because at the pool we got tickets for getting in free (for the ladies) and dudes pay half. Well, guess who is the only one without a ticket. This guy. And we later discovered it wasn't my fault. But anyways, we go in and sit. At one point, we get kicked out of our table because someone has bought it. Ok, we move over. A little later, we're kicked out of that table too. The night ends like this:
SCENE MISSING.
Actually, I guess everyone left except me, Streets and Steve. Or, at least if everyone left, we hit the casino floor. Steve played a couple slots or something. I seriously have no idea whatsoever.
I do remember waking up on Sunday. I woke up still kind of drunk. Checkout was 11, and it was about 9:30 or so, so I was trying to finish up what was left of the captain, and I almost did it. Then our room went down, checked our stuff and hit up a little more gambling. Streets and I were up in blackjack when everyone was down, so we went and ate brunch. What a glorious brunch it was. And mimosas were included. From there we went to the Excalibur and gambled a little more, because tables were cheaper there. Things were not so lucky there. I lost about $140, then pulled another $100 out of the ATM. Bad idea, yes. The girls went to do something, Chris and Bootz went to the airport, and the three of us dudes went to New York New York for more gambling. Now, I should be pointing out that throughout the gambling there is a steady flow of drinks in front of me. New York New York was awesome. There was big money to be had, and the dealers were almost all awesome. And I think everyone at the table was pretty friendly. Except I was probably the loud obnoxious drunk guy at the table. I think twice Streets was out of chips, and someone paid for her to play, and she won. Anyways, long story short, we cashed out around 9:30 pm. We probably got there at like 4. I stood up, realized how incredibly drunk I was (and we didn't eat dinner) and then I thought I was going to be sick. So we walk back to our hotel (slowly in my case), get our bags, and head to the airport. I guess the cab driver reeked, but sitting in the back, I sure couldn't smell him. Anyways, we got to the airport, checked in, got through security. I was feeling better, so Streets, Steve and I went to get something to eat. The plane ride was miserable, but I slept for probably 2.5 of the 3.5 hours of it. Get home, I have to drive us home, then we go to sleep before the Cubs game on Monday.
Well, I had trouble sleeping, feeling like I would puke if I laid down. So I slept sitting up for about an hour, then slept laying down for about another hour. Around 11 we headed to Wrigley. There's not much to say about it. It was freezing, there were some loud little kids like 2 rows behind us (and one of their hot moms was getting drunk), and Streets got crazy drunk (Chris also got drunk, but I don't think he was crazy drunk. Maybe a little). So after the game, there's sitting around, Streets leaves, I start feeling super hungover. AGAIN. Finally I went to sleep around 11:30 and don't sleep too well.
The weekend kind of ended there. The drive home was miserable yesterday, I slept for 2 more hours at home, and I am not sure my iPod will get repaired even though it's still under warranty. Even still, it was an amazing weekend, and regardless of how little I actually remember of it, it was still totally awesome. Now I need REST.
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