Toss Vegas TR -- Real Time Edition

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The concert ended and it was time to hit the clubs; all we had to do was drive over to the TI and the Tangerine nightclub. Let me also mention that Halloween came early and there were plenty of hot chicks in sexy costumes walkin' around. There were sexy nurses, sexy schoolgirls, sexy witches, and even sexy brides walking around.



My crappy sell phone camera ain't gonna cut it so I stole one off google images. Plus it's always better in person so go ahead and book a room for Wednesday.

As soon as we get through the doors of Treasure Island we get handed some free VIP passes to the Tangerine club there. What does this mean? It means the club is probably empty and it sucks. This is indeed the case as we run into the rest of the peoples as they were escaping from the club. So at this point it's either LAX at Luxor or Jet at the Mirage. We end up going to Jet, because there's no way in hell the guys will get into LAX.

Now usually I don't talk about the people I'm traveling too much, but this one guy is too interesting a character to keep silent on. Lets call him Jameson -- after his favorite drink. Jameson is a big fat Irish guy with red hair, likely an alcoholic, and likes to get into bar fights. I figured this all out when he calmly stated, "I'll cut anyone who'll fk with us" as he brandished a jack knife in his right hand while grasping onto a bottle of scotch in the other. "Hey man, you want a drink?" I too a swig of the fire water. When a man like that asks if you want a drink, you drink. Somehow he manages to get both the knife and the bottle of scotch past the bouncers and into the club.

The club is pretty much like every other club in Vegas. Dark, loud, and expensive. Unlike some other clubs it was packed, I mean people weren't dancing they were swaying side to side. To make things worse there were bouncers every 5 feet pushing the crowds aside with flashlights; probably looking for things like knives, bottles of scotch smuggled in, and/or drugs. I paid $30 cover for this? I somehow swim to the bar, wait half an hour to get served, and pay $15 for a Redbull Vodka. I swear... if the RBV wasn't strong I was going to get Jameson to do some cutting. Luckily it stripped the enamel of my teeth.

The best way to squeeze some utility out of the ridiculously high prices to dance, feel up on some chicks, or eye-fk the gogo-dancers as they shook their asses in their lingerie/thong outfits. Guess which one I did. I even took a picture for you people to see. Here it is:



OMG so hot.

More later...