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#21
10-30-2007, 06:38 PM
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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... 
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#23
10-31-2007, 08:51 PM
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Alright, my friend came to the rescue and sent me some decent pictures. Enjoy!
 Continuing on with the story... I head back to the bar for more ridiculously overpriced drink when I spot Jameson. He sees me and orders me some Jameson (the scotch he likes) straight. The bartender makes a faces that tells me I'm in for it and slides down two heavy tumblers of deep brown scotch. No ice, no fancy mixes, just Jameson. I smell it and feel the food try to escape from my stomach. "Take a sip and taste it", he says. I take a sip. Don't you dare spit it out don't you dare spit it out don'tyoudare doit don'tdon'tdon't swallow it. "How does it taste?", he asks. I tell him it has a certain bite and drink the rest. Don't know how I managed it but I did. He orders a second round right after I finished the first. "Put it in your hand like this." He cradled it in the palm of his hand. "You want the scotch to be a little warm if you're gonna drink it." I did as said. I hesitated ever so slightly as we both took down our second round. Don't throw up don't throw up for goodness sakes swallowit throwingup is a disgrace you'reno pssy take it down. At this point I knew I would be throwing up in the morning or the middle of the night. I ordered the third round. The next few moments are fuzzy. We all leave the club and end up at the Venetian for some reason. We're at a cafe -- the Grand Lux in fact. The waiter asks for what I want. I decide it wouldn't be a good idea to drink anything or eat. Part of the group seems to be in a heated discussion. Jameson had cut the back of his neck with his own knife. Blood was gushing out was what one of them said. But Jameson was walking towards the table at that moment and he looked fine. I inconspicuously get out of my seat and peer at the back of his neck; barely bleeding at all. It looked like four long shaving cuts. Everyone was still freaked out though, so no one mentioned it at all. The meal proceeded as normal. For some reason we're at the Food 4 Less next to the Cancun. Back to the original three people I went to Vegas with. We drunkenly carouse the isles for whatever catches out eyes; CapriSun, grape flavor of course; Nasty Frozen Buffalo strips; a big cheesy bag of doritos. We were set for one fine drunken meal.  Is their a better food for when you're drunk? Please post if you know.
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#25
11-01-2007, 12:32 AM
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Is their a better food for when you're drunk? Please post if you know. [/ QUOTE ] Pizza is close. Maybe spaghetti and meatballs. But buffalo wings are right up there at the top.
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#27
11-01-2007, 01:41 AM
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If the big Irish guy with a knife wants to call Jameson a scotch that's fine with me but I want to hear more about this Ford Cobalt rental car. [/ QUOTE ] Obvious to me that the Cobalt is a Chevy Cobalt. I don't drink whiskey, but I believe Jameson is Irish Whiskey. Correct?
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#29
11-01-2007, 05:06 PM
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[ QUOTE ] If the big Irish guy with a knife wants to call Jameson a scotch that's fine with me but I want to hear more about this Ford Cobalt rental car. [/ QUOTE ] Obvious to me that the Cobalt is a Chevy Cobalt. I don't drink whiskey, but I believe Jameson is Irish Whiskey. Correct? [/ QUOTE ] My mistake, he smuggled in a bottle of scotch, but the Jameson we had at the bar was whiskey.
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#30
11-01-2007, 05:14 PM
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The sun is bright today. I feel nauseous, but not nearly so to throw up. We'd all like to sleep for another 12 or 13 hours, but checkout time is in 1 hour and we got to get packing. I'd also like to mention that grape caprisun is an excellent breakfast item after a heavy night of drinking. Filthy chicken strips not so much so. We drag all the junk to the car and drive that car to the Platinum hotel where the other people are staying at. Now I knew they were staying an expensive suite but this place was balling for the lack of a better word. Three different entrances, three bathrooms, plasma flat screens on every wall, and a view that kicked ass. It also seems they had one hell of a preparty.  Multiply this image by ten and you get the picture. Their checkout time is in a couple of hours so we take a seat and watch some TV. ESPN has a slider eating competition so we gross out on that for a while (Joey Chestnut is a beast). Harold and Kumar (I don't care what you say, this is a good movie) is on next and they eat some sliders. So naturally, I end up ordering some sliders when we get to the Cheesecake Factory. After a 2 hour wait in line. Lunch at the Wynn buffet would've have been so much more better. More pictures of food.  Most of the people head back, but 6 or 7 of us are staying for another night at the TI. We get a room for $100 (they just give it away on Sunday) and they even upgrade to a suite for free. No $20 trick or anything, they just do it without even asking. Needless to say the room is pretty damn nice. Two huge bathrooms (no locks for some reason), a huge bed that sleeps like a cloud, two plasma flat screens, and a view of the Wynn golf course -- how do they keep the grass so damn green?  We all went to sleep anywhere we could. The sofa, the inflatable bed, the floor, the jacuzzi. We woke up and none of us felt like doing [censored]. Tons of booze left over, but our livers are screaming. I drink some anyway and unfortunately is turns out to be Hypnotique. It seriously tastes like [censored] -- the Jameson was heavenly compared to this blue pisswater. To console my aching stomach I head down towards the casino for some much needed regenerative gambling.
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