Vegas Stories

Let's hear your best anecdotes/stories.

I was really into going out there for a few years in my 20's to early 30's. Kinda over it now. I can bet on sports at home, blackjack is kinda boring (and I can play in Detroit/Winsdor), I'm not that into the titters, and I'm not a club guy so.....whatever.

But, we still had some good times out there.

My favorite story involves going out there, I think it was my first time. Probably 2001. A year removed from graduating from MSU, for a friend's bachelor party. We stayed at Mandalay Bay. We were casino hopping in and around the strip, as most of us had never been there before. I distinctly remember a stop at The Palms, and then playing BJ at Hard Rock. From there it got cloudy, but somehow we lost the best man and wound up leaving the casino without him. Most of us did not have cell phones at that time, and if we did, they were probably barely functional. I remember that I had a compact, relatively expensive 35 mm Canon film camera that I had with me on the trip. I am not sure how or why, but somehow the best man wound up holding onto it for me.

At any rate, we wound up back in the room. I think there were 3 to a room. Me and the groom were asleep in each bed, when best man comes busting in. Belligerent, he wakes us up and tells us what pussies we are for not staying out and partying. (which we did, just not there). He goes on to detail about how he met the hottest chicks at the Hard Rock and wound up partying with them all night. We were so stupid because they were so hot. He did not mention if he hooked up with any of them, but that point is moot. We endured his lecture for probably 45 minutes before he finally fell asleep.

A few months to a year later I wound up getting my film developed. What I found was gold.

Last time I was in Vegas, I got really wasted one night and me and a college buddy were the last ones out. Ended up leaving the Spearmint Rhino and in a near blackout I asked the cabbie to take us to a rub and tug. So I'm back in some creepy Asian massage room and after paying some absurd amount there were two Asian girls jacking me off(and rubbing the taint). After about 15 minutes, we all decided that busting a nut wasn't going to happen. I step out of the creepy room, and find my buddy outside waiting. He also wasn't able to finish.

It's like 5AM at this point, so both of us get into a cab back to the Venetian nearly blacked out and sporting some horrible blue balls. While walking into the hotel, we happened to be right behind two girls who were also sloppy wasted and coming back from a club in short ass dresses and falling all over the place. Thinking purely with our swollen balls, my buddy and I scoop these girls up and bring them back to the suite.

After spending probably $400 each earlier that night on Strippers and Asian jerk off girls, both of us ended up getting laid with hot sloppy club chicks and almost no effort.

Strange how the world works sometimes.

tl;dr - I've only been to Vegas once. This is about my experience scoring coke when everyone else struck out looking for weed. I got in trouble with the bride for heading to the slopes with the groom and his buddies. But I was knighted as the valiant hero to all men in attendance that week.

tWife was in a wedding because one of her best friends was getting married. I don't gamble outside of a few games once in awhile here in NY and don't really like card games or any kind of games really... so Vegas doesn't hold any special prestige for me other than spending all day in the sports room (this was during a football weekend in Sept... I just drank a lot and watched football). I knew the groom and a lot of the groomsmen from high school, a couple ex-MSU basketball players who will remain nameless for their benefit (random fact, not pertinent to story). Come to the end of the wedding reception and all the guys are striking out looking for weed... I mean we looked everywhere, the guy running the bar at the reception, they tried friends they knew in the area, I asked the driver of the bus on the way there, the new bus guy on the way back to the hotel... everyone. We head back to the hotel's club, I guess you'd call it and everyone heads off to get drinks and dance around and shit. I head to the bathroom and as I'm walking out there's this Mexican dude just hanging out, not really doing much of anything, not with anyone... now I've copped drugs in all kinds of strange cities large and small and you can kind of pick these guys out most the time so I ask if he's got any green. He says no but he's got some white. I ask him how much for an 8b & 1/2 (about 5.5 grams) and he says $350. Fucken christ! I says.... you fucking kidding me? (I'm accustomed to about $130 for an 8b in NYC) He tells me it's the strip and it is what it is. I come up with $330 and ask him if he'll take that and he says okay and we head back into the bathroom to complete the transaction.

So after about an hour or so we head back to the casino... I gather the troops that'd be interested; me, the groom, best man, one of the ex-bballers, and another fella that really wanted some green instead but said fuck it... we go up to the groom's hotel room and start carving it up. The groom's dad (a prominent Lansing restaurant owner) came back to change and says...."The fuck you guys doing?" I say something stupid like trying to beat the heat or whatever with a big dumb grin on my face... he says...."Cool... Mind if I join in?" I'm not going to keep the groom's dad outta the mix so we all are doing our thing.... everyone's patting me on the back. I end up not even having to pay for it cause the groom's dad throws me $200 after the others (minus the groom, obv) already gave me their split.

Now the real problem starts when the bride unexpectedly comes up to the room (the room had been kind of used for partying the nights before so it wasn't uncommon for people to come and go), she was looking for her newly wedded boo who wasn't answering his phone and apparently isn't too happy about discovering our skiing adventure. So she's drunk and starts throwing a hissy fit. I try to diffuse the situation and admit I was the guy who located and supplied and so blame me, I'm in the dog house with her. She also told my better half who, as I've said before in other threads... isn't exactly a fan of my foray into mind-altering hydrochlorides... she tolerates it when I'm at home, but she was drunk and I think trying to stick up for her flipping out friend, the bride... so here I was in the dog house with two womenz. I'm actually still in the dog house with the bride as far as I know... haven't seen her since then (this was fall of '13) cause they flew off to Mexico or some other far off Latin country to enjoy a honeymoon early the next morning. Her and her man are visiting this spring for a week so we'll see how that goes.... I'll probably get in trouble with her again, heh.



One of those Craigslist feelers I sent a text to at like 9pm the night before texts me back at like 7am the next morning after we all had gone to our rooms, asking if I was still in need (which I was... enjoyed it with the guys that still remained).

I was pretty popular with the grooms party, though. So that's all that matters... bros before hoes, amirite?

xsanguine wrote:tl;dr - I've only been to Vegas once. This is about my experience scoring coke when everyone else struck out looking for weed. I got in trouble with the bride for heading to the slopes with the groom and his buddies. But I was knighted as the valiant hero to all men in attendance that week.

tWife was in a wedding because one of her best friends was getting married. I don't gamble outside of a few games once in awhile here in NY and don't really like card games or any kind of games really... so Vegas doesn't hold any special prestige for me other than spending all day in the sports room (this was during a football weekend in Sept... I just drank a lot and watched football). I knew the groom and a lot of the groomsmen from high school, a couple ex-MSU basketball players who will remain nameless for their benefit (random fact, not pertinent to story). Come to the end of the wedding reception and all the guys are striking out looking for weed... I mean we looked everywhere, the guy running the bar at the reception, they tried friends they knew in the area, I asked the driver of the bus on the way there, the new bus guy on the way back to the hotel... everyone. We head back to the hotel's club, I guess you'd call it and everyone heads off to get drinks and dance around and shit. I head to the bathroom and as I'm walking out there's this Mexican dude just hanging out, not really doing much of anything, not with anyone... now I've copped drugs in all kinds of strange cities large and small and you can kind of pick these guys out most the time so I ask if he's got any green. He says no but he's got some white. I ask him how much for an 8b & 1/2 (about 5.5 grams) and he says $350. Fucken christ! I says.... you fucking kidding me? (I'm accustomed to about $130 for an 8b in NYC) He tells me it's the strip and it is what it is. I come up with $330 and ask him if he'll take that and he says okay and we head back into the bathroom to complete the transaction.

So after about an hour or so we head back to the casino... I gather the troops that'd be interested; me, the groom, best man, one of the ex-bballers, and another fella that really wanted some green instead but said fuck it... we go up to the groom's hotel room and start carving it up. The groom's dad (a prominent Lansing restaurant owner) came back to change and says...."The fuck you guys doing?" I say something stupid like trying to beat the heat or whatever with a big dumb grin on my face... he says...."Cool... Mind if I join in?" I'm not going to keep the groom's dad outta the mix so we all are doing our thing.... everyone's patting me on the back. I end up not even having to pay for it cause the groom's dad throws me $200 after the others (minus the groom, obv) already gave me their split.

Now the real problem starts when the bride unexpectedly comes up to the room (the room had been kind of used for partying the nights before so it wasn't uncommon for people to come and go), she was looking for her newly wedded boo who wasn't answering his phone and apparently isn't too happy about discovering our skiing adventure. So she's drunk and starts throwing a hissy fit. I try to diffuse the situation and admit I was the guy who located and supplied and so blame me, I'm in the dog house with her. She also told my better half who, as I've said before in other threads... isn't exactly a fan of my foray into mind-altering hydrochlorides... she tolerates it when I'm at home, but she was drunk and I think trying to stick up for her flipping out friend, the bride... so here I was in the dog house with two womenz. I'm actually still in the dog house with the bride as far as I know... haven't seen her since then (this was fall of '13) cause they flew off to Mexico or some other far off Latin country to enjoy a honeymoon early the next morning. Her and her man are visiting this spring for a week so we'll see how that goes.... I'll probably get in trouble with her again, heh.



One of those Craigslist feelers I sent a text to at like 9pm the night before texts me back at like 7am the next morning after we all had gone to our rooms, asking if I was still in need (which I was... enjoyed it with the guys that still remained).

I was pretty popular with the grooms party, though. So that's all that matters... bros before hoes, amirite?

My story above is also from Fall 13, and we also tried really hard to get drugs and completely struck out. I was shocked how tough it was to find anything.

Marc Summers wrote:

My story above is also from Fall 13, and we also tried really hard to get drugs and completely struck out. I was shocked how tough it was to find anything.

Yeah, Vegas was surprisingly challenging.

I only trust Craigslist for mj, anything else I assume is a sting.

Never tried 'Google Local', though... I hear that's promising.

Bump.

Last time I went to Vegas, I ended up marrying a chick I met there. Haven't been back since.

Met my wife in Vegas. After we married she moved to the Midwest because I had a fantastic job and she did not expect me to give it up. Besides, it was part of the reason she married me. I was pretty good at my job, too. To be honest, I occasionally screwed things up because I am really good at losing track of time. But overall I was really successful. Anyway, after a while she started bugging me about getting out of the Midwest. It was boring, the winters sucked. She would go on and on an on about how much it sucked and she couldn't wear her pretty outfits because it was too cold. You know, real blah, blah, blah stuff. She finally got the best of me and I abruptly quit my job for another job. People were pissed. But most of all I was pissed. Now I live in Fayetteville, Arkansas and it sucks.

Last went for my boy's soccer tournament last fall - Las Vegas Mayor's Cup. Would have won the whole thing but the Northern California team we met in the final had a bunch of Mexican kids who were at least two years older than they should have been. Saw the bastards swapping IDs during check in. Lost 5-4 to them. Went to the Porn Stars store but they were filming so we couldn't get in. Wild times.

Turtleneck wrote:Met my wife in Vegas. After we married she moved to the Midwest because I had a fantastic job and she did not expect me to give it up. Besides, it was part of the reason she married me. I was pretty good at my job, too. To be honest, I occasionally screwed things up because I am really good at losing track of time. But overall I was really successful. Anyway, after a while she started bugging me about getting out of the Midwest. It was boring, the winters sucked. She would go on and on an on about how much it sucked and she couldn't wear her pretty outfits because it was too cold. You know, real blah, blah, blah stuff. She finally got the best of me and I abruptly quit my job for another job. People were pissed. But most of all I was pissed. Now I live in Fayetteville, Arkansas and it sucks.

signed

Cym Jim wrote:Last went for my boy's soccer tournament last fall - Las Vegas Mayor's Cup. Would have won the whole thing but the Northern California team we met in the final had a bunch of Mexican kids who were at least two years older than they should have been. Saw the bastards swapping IDs during check in. Lost 5-4 to them. Went to the Porn Stars store but they were filming so we couldn't get in. Wild times.

In the history of youth sports, every team that has lost has only lost because their opponents used ringers from a foreign country that were playing below their age. Also, what where they filming at the porn store?

Turtleneck wrote:

Also, what where they filming at the porn store?

I assumed it was the Porn Stars show, but I suppose it could have been the new Batman movie.

Cym Jim wrote:I assumed it was the Porn Stars show, but I suppose it could have been the new Batman movie.

Tell me more about this porn store show.

Been to Vegas maybe 8 or 10 times but don't have any great stories. Daughter's Godparents have a nice place in Summerlin not far from Red Rock Canyon so we stayed with them for a few days whenever we went out to visit my wife's dad in Carlsbad, CA. Never dropped even a quarter in a slot machine, until the last trip when I went out there myself for a long weekend, because we always had the kids in tow.

Drove the route between Vegas and Carlsbad a number of times. Remember the first time driving to Vegas, coming down out of the mountains on 15. There was a nasty green haze over the entire Vegas basin. Looked polluted as hell and deserving of the name Sin City. Guess it happens when winds are down certain times of the year.

Remember another trip when winds were fucking crazy leaving Vegas going up into the mountains in the twilight. No rain but gusts were 50-60 mph and blowing the rental Astro van and other vehicles all over the road. Most terrifying, white-knuckle drive of my life. You could hear sand pelting the van and there were actual tumbleweeds blowing across the road.

Not my story, but I want to say about 5 years ago was down there with a group of buddies at the same time monkey was down there with a group of his buddies. monk, if you don't know him....is a character.

He told me the story and showed me the video of the night before, on a bet with his buddies, swimming in the canal at the Venetian. Wonder if he still has that. Amazingly he did not get arrested or even accosted by security.

I also have a great Kid Wok story from zippy's bachelor party.

WhiteBoyHatcher wrote:
I also have a great Kid Wok story from zippy's bachelor party.

They have live sheep for sex available in Vegas?

WhiteBoyHatcher wrote:Not my story, but I want to say about 5 years ago was down there with a group of buddies at the same time monkey was down there with a group of his buddies. monk, if you don't know him....is a character.

He told me the story and showed me the video of the night before, on a bet with his buddies, swimming in the canal at the Venetian. Wonder if he still has that. Amazingly he did not get arrested or even accosted by security.

I also have a great Kid Wok story from zippy's bachelor party.

#DeafGuyRoutine?

also, what was the story about you throwing your ProKeds out a 40 story building window??????

pulling69 wrote:

They have live sheep for sex available in Vegas?

lmao

http://www.sheepacrosstheworld.com/



And Yours Truly...

I have all of those email writeups from those trips, including the shoe toss from the IP. They're good for memories, but not good enough to post here.

Wow I can't believe that site is still up.

WhiteBoyHatcher wrote:I have all of those email writeups from those trips, including the shoe toss from the IP. They're good for memories, but not good enough to post here.

PISS!

WhiteBoyHatcher wrote:Wow I can't believe that site is still up.

Prolly have Robb-ub to thank for that.

I'm getting hammered as shit, BTW.... Might be a good night on tSwill...

Oh boy.

I woke up early and spent day at sports class, swimming, and Hands On museum so not sure how much energy I have left. Big mixer down, just cracked a Hopslam. Live pawlay.

WhiteBoyHatcher wrote:Oh boy.

I woke up early and spent day at sports class, swimming, and Hands On museum so not sure how much energy I have left. Big mixer down, just cracked a Hopslam. Live pawlay.

Let's do a sneak attack NBA2H bet on the Gamboling board. Is there anything still in play?

Nevermind, I just checked. There are two games at half right now, and I can tell you without a doubt, that PHX is going to cover 2H. I have no idea what the line is, but they will cover. I'd easily go a grand on it if I was still able.

Sneak attack isn't technically legal. I believe we voted on a 4 hr window for everything other than football. Football is a 24 hr window.

I have circumvented the window because I'm a boss. But only in special circumstances. This does not qualify. Though I did just put a hundo on it personally.

WhiteBoyHatcher wrote:Sneak attack isn't technically legal. I believe we voted on a 4 hr window for everything other than football. Football is a 24 hr window.

I have circumvented the window because I'm a boss. But only in special circumstances. This does not qualify. Though I did just put a hundo on it personally.

LMFAO, what was the line???

PHX -6. Looking like shit. Asshole.

WhiteBoyHatcher wrote:PHX -6. Looking like shit. Asshole.

Trust me. I am = Frankie on this shit.

PHX isn't fully sorted out after trading Dragic and Thomas. Knight has been playing well but betting them is a real crapshoot

The Pantry wrote:PHX isn't fully sorted out after trading Dragic and Thomas. Knight has been playing well but betting them is a real crapshoot

Watch and learn.

No es bueno.

Loser Loser Carlos Boozer

Dammit! Really?

Well, shit. Sorry brah. I owe you... I'll make it up to you in NASCAR tomorrow.

tTy wrote:

Watch and learn.

Dude. Against the fucking Spurs?

Popovich gets my vote for greatest coach of all time in any sport

The Pantry wrote:Dude. Against the fucking Spurs?

Popovich gets my vote for greatest coach of all time in any sport

WBH will vouch. I'm usually dead nuts on NBA2h bets. Nobody is perfect. Not even me.

Hey asshole, give me a play on the Banana Slugs game. Check your email.

Take the points. Irvine will win. put it in for 200 just to make up for the shitty NBA play I just gave you.

This seems like a bad idea. But done.

Also I am guessing there is a .00005% chance I can keep my eyes open long enough to stay awake for this. Text me if we win ok?