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An oldie but a goodie

Discussion in 'Vegas Trip Reports' started by Pimp_N_M, Jan 4, 2005.

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  1. Pimp_N_M

    Pimp_N_M MIA

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    My Trip Report

    The following contains foul language and reference to drug use. Please do not read if you are not ready for this.


    Las Vegas 2001 (I think)

    My friend “Shady Jonny†and I had been planning his 21st birthday in Vegas for more than 3 years. Seriously planning the trip for more than a year. We decided to drive, figuring there was no way that we would be able to gain access to a flight with the amount of drugs we needed. The drive from Alameda to LV takes more than 12 hours, but it would have to be done. Besides, we would save a couple hundred bucks that could be used for much more important things. The decision was made to drive all night, and arrive at the Rio at about 2 o’clock in the afternoon. We were meeting a good friend of ours from Kansas. Besides clothing and such our inventory included…

    2 oz. Of good weed
    4 bottles of ketamine
    1 bag of mushrooms
    A few hits of MDMA
    And enough blow to send us away for twenty years
    Also a bottle of Grey Goose and a bottle of Tanguray

    We started driving at about 1AM. I didn’t get off of work until midnight. I greeted my good friend with a Happy Birthday slug to the stomach. I quickly ran to the driver’s seat and started the car. “No hitting the driver while drivingâ€. The plan had been to take Jonny’s BMW. However he got pulled over for making an illegal left turn in SF, and forgot to stash away the quarter ounce of buds ON TOP of his driver side console. In typical “Jonny fashionâ€, he refused to pay the several thousand dollars it cost to get the car out of impound. Instead he decided to buy another one, later. So, we took my Toyota Corolla or as I called it “Tha Rollaâ€. Our first stop was SafeWay. Some snacks for the trip and bottled water for our room. I was a touch on the drowsy side. 1AM was a normal time for me to be awake. So it wasn’t much, but Jonny recommended RockStar energy drink. I had one and within one hour I was acting like a Fruitvale Ave. Crack-head. Jonny’s quote “OK Morgan let’s pull over so you can come down off of this ROCKSTAR!†Lived in infamy. We ate somewhere. I was too stoned to even think it mattered where. Our average speed was well over 80. Including several times when we were cruising at 100. The drive was long and boring. Only kept amusing by the occasional joint, L, or cap. For some reason though, I felt drinking would be hazardous.

    We arrived at the Rio around 11AM. We were checked into the 8th floor immediately. I liked the Rio’s rooms. They are huge with huge Televisions and were very cheap. After lunch at the All American Grill, Jonny and I had our first argument. I wanted to go to sleep. He wanted to go party immediately. I saw no fun in going out at 1 in the afternoon after a night of no sleep. This argument continued when we got in our room. But ended when I feel asleep. At some point he gave up and fell asleep too. We woke up when the true Las Vegas royalty do. 8:30 at night. We realized that our good friend was now 6 hours late. We called and called and called. No answer. Around 10:00 he called and said his mother had a heart attack and he would not be joining us. Too bad, but we would have to carry on. We called room service and tried to talk them into sending up some free water. Instead, we ended up ordering their bare dead minimum. Which was ten dollars. Somehow, after tax and tip this came to twenty something dollars. But now we had our big glasses. We had our first cocktail of the day the aforementioned alcohols and tonic with lime. This was the first time I drank Tanguray and Grey Goose together since “the incidentâ€, but that’s another story.

    After a blunt rolled with a couple of bumps and a few snorts of K. We were on our way out. Yes, two young playboys would quickly become the toast of the town. Until we went downstairs and realized many men twice our age were wearing exactly what we were. Except their jewelry might have been real. The MINIMUMS were in the green chip range. There is nothing more pathetic than pulling quarters out of your sock just so you can play one hand at the minimum. So we left. The Palms was right across the street, and we LOVED it. I had my very first vodka red bull. On our short funds we were still able to play for a few hours and I was up about 40 bucks. We took a cab to Paris (my favorite place) and strolled straight to the bar. I bought Jonny his first legal drink. Other than the ones we had drank for free of course. He ordered Belvedere and red bull and I had Grey Goose and red bull. I put down $30 and told the bartender with a smirk “keep the changeâ€. The bartender said something to me. I couldn’t make it out. So he said it again. “The total is 34 dollars, sirâ€. I sheepishly pulled out more money, and tried vainly to figure out 20%. We walked over to my favorite hang out in the universe, Napoleon’s cigar lounge. By no small coincidence, my cat is named Napoleon. We ordered cigars and told the waitress to stay close as we both “enjoyed drinkingâ€. Once our cigars got a good light we already needed fresh drinks. This was our introduction to Citadelle. If you have not partaken of Citadelle gin yet, please, grab a bottle and guzzle it. We played a few slots, as the table games were way out of our range, and made our way back to the Rio. We “re-upped with big Câ€, smoked a J and had a few drinks.

    We went back down to the floor of the Rio. Enchanted by the incredible slimness of the waitresses uniforms. We played the slots and order drinks and waited. It cost us both, including tip, about twenty bucks (each) in play for those rum and cokes. BASTARDS! It was past midnight, and neither of us had eaten since we got to Vegas. So we had the late night t-bone and eggs special. It was AWESOME. If I had the money I could have eaten two! The exact sustenance we needed to maintain our level of activity. Except… The drugs were wearing off again so we needed to handle that.

    Cocaine and mushrooms is a bad combination. Made much worse by ketamine. “Kâ€, “Special Kâ€, or “Kat†is an animal tranquilizer. Which, now as I look back on it, was a very stupid thing to snort up my nose. By bad I don’t mean lethal. But it is dangerous to be mixing so many drugs together, especially with alcohol. Because ketamine comes in an intravenous liquid, you have to dry it out. You do this by putting a small amount of the liquid on a mirror and use a hair dryer to dry it. You then scoop it with a straight razor and snort it like cocaine. The Rio provides hair dryers in their rooms. This made them a plus in our category. We both decided a few extra caps would be fun for our first night in Vegas. Ketamine in small doses has a “trippy†feeling that is very hard to describe. Ketamine with cocaine was a combo I liked the day I was introduced to it. When magic mushrooms is added. There is no telling what is possible. I saw Big Daddy on this trio and thought it was the funniest movie in the history of the universe. After that I forced my Mother to watch it in the theater. About the fifteenth fart/urine/defecation joke into the presentation she leaned over and asked “what the fuck I found so funny about this movie?†I had no answer. So with our stomachs full and our noses and lungs full, we hit the town, again.

    I had never gone to the Imperial Palace before. I heard it was a broke man’s paradise and suggested it. We decided to try the Harrah’s free shuttle. Hell the IP and Harrahs were right next to each other! Why wouldn’t we do it? Well, we became very frustrated waiting for the bus, when there is no drink service. So we went right on over to the cabstand. The IP is a dump. There is no other word for it. But when you are a man of small means. It is a wonderful fortress of wonderment. In other words… A place where a guy who is high on drugs can lay low or jump high for a while, and not be bothered. The employees of the IP have that weathered “we have seen it all†look. So if you just behave nicely and tip. They won’t call the police on you. This is my observation anyway. We were stunned at the low minimums. When you come from a green chip minimum place traveling to a red chip paradise. It will take a moment to believe it is true. So we played the nickel slots instead. This is when the mushrooms began kicking in on me. BIG TIME! If you have never had fun with nickel slots before, try them on hallucinogens. Your mind will change, immediately. Bells, whistles, and what looks like a video game above the slot itself. They are truly and totally mother fucking amazing! Jonny and I went ape-shit over these things. I can’t even remember which ones we were playing. But it was incredible. Then all of a sudden mine started beeping and blopping and shooting lasers at me. I immediately started looking for the police. Nobody was looking at me. So I did my best to calm down. Then I noticed that my score was rather high. Jonny and I both entered the entire math into our cell phones so we could figure out how much money we had. We then knew we were both up about 10 bucks and 2 drinks. We decided to give craps a whirl. This is a game that neither of us had played before. So we bet “pass†every fucking time. We bought in for $50 and did rather well. Sometimes we bet more, sometimes less, but always pass! The reds started turning into greens and the air started turning colors. It was the best time I can ever remember. Then things turned into a matter beyond my control. The dice were passed to Donald Duck.

    I swear to fucking God it was Donald Duck! This seemed to faze nobody at the table, including my friend. They all placed their bets like this meant nothing. I don’t know where he came from. Better yet, I don’t know why he immediately got the dice passed to him! But there he fucking was, and I was seriously fucking confused. I stared dead at him for what seemed like a million years. I bet quite a bit of money, and out came the come out roll. I looked close and it added up to seventeen. I was about to complain, when a stack of chips was pushed to me. I became aware that this was “hush moneyâ€, and if I knew what was good for me. I would do just that. I pressed the bet and the next roll was blackjack! This could not be allowed! Until more hush money came my way. Everything after this is forgotten. I woke up in a bed at the Sahara. What is scary is I had NO idea where I was. Nor any memory of how I got there. These are always the bad beginnings to a story, or an end to an even worse one. Luckily they print the names of hotels on the phone. I don’t like the Sahara. My friend Jonny is asleep in the bathroom. I wake him up and ask how we got there. He blathered on about “that bitch did us wrongâ€, and “I am never going to that cowboy casino again!†He was covered in vomit. Hopefully his own, or maybe it was mine. That would be funny.

    Apparently I had checked into the Sahara at 5:30AM. That is what the front desk lady said. For some reason it seemed important to say, “you never saw me here GOT IT?†to the lady. Yet again, like the IP she wore the look of a person who had seen it all. This was no big surprise to her. I needed to get back to my room. I needed to get back to the Rio. Jonny agreed. We checked out and headed to the cabstand. I didn’t know what time it was, because I had lost my watch. I reached into my pocket to tip the cab hailer guy. And found nothing. This was a surprising difference from the massive amount of money I remembered winning the night before. The cab hailer looked like he wasn’t surprised by a lack of tip anyway. I asked Jonny if he had any money. He counted it. Twenty-Three dollars and some change. We told the cabbie this, and he said not to worry about it. So we listened to him bitch about Clinton for the next century. Gave him every dime we had on us. And made it back home. All we wanted was a shower a hit and to take heed of the last evening. It was 1o’clock in the afternoon according to the cabdriver. Although I have never trusted a republican… He he he


    After a shower and a change of clothes we rolled a joint and tried to piece together the night before. We were unsuccessful. I was just glad we didn’t wake up in jail or worse, Barstow. We tore the room apart, but couldn’t find the money I had won. So all I had was my hidden Ben. One hundred dollars to last me the next 3 days. My hotel was paid, but I would have to do a lot to make this money last 3 days. Then Jonny counted his. He was down to fifty, and a lot worse with money than I was. This was alarming, and worse yet. We were both hungry.

    We decided the best bet was to hit the Rio’s buffet. I had heard it was good and plentiful. Well it was good and MEGA plentiful. I had never seen anything like it. After we were more than full. We found out there was another entire section with burgers and fries and a taco station. We sat there and discussed what the hell we were going to do. Including possibly going home early. I had a gas card given to me by my parents. This was for emergencies only. But I’m sure they would understand if I ran out of money and needed to get home from Vegas. So, getting home was not of major concern. Living the next 3 days, was. We went back up to our room and got very stoned. We then decided it would be best if we went home early. We would have one last night on the town and go home the next day. I called the front desk and asked if I could have some money back. They said I could indeed have the last two days refunded to my debit card, but would have to pay a $50 fee. I agreed and they credited my debit card immediately. I now had an extra couple hundred dollars. We split all of our money right down the middle and found that we each had a little over $150 each. Definitely more than enough for a helluva night on the town! Things were looking better. We were full, we had some money, and we had one more night in Vegas. We would need to make the most of it.

    The night was pretty uneventful. Jonny ran out of money quickly. And I played my very first hand of $50 a hand blackjack. I had been mildly successful throughout the evening and Jonny was out of money. So I put down a hundred on a $50 table at MGM Grand. We were immediately ID’d and I was given 4 green chips. The first hand I lost. The second I got a blackjack. AWESOME! I walked. We got back rather early. Fell asleep around 2 or 3. Checked out on time and made the very long trek back to the Bay. It was an excellent trip, and should end like every trip to Vegas should. Two days early, with no money, and with plans of an AIDS test. We should all be so lucky…
     
  2. doctor_al

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    Now there's yet another interesting variation on the "dropped a twenty in the WOF then hit the buffet" theme. Too bad you didn't get to Circus Circus, or at least remember doing so.
     
  3. Absolutdrinker

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    well thats definitely the most interesting read of the year... despite 2005 being 4 days young. Im really good with visualizing things so I could pan out your story... checked in at the sahara eh... interesting...

    thank you very much for posting... I gotta try vegas on zoomers one time... should make for an interesting night [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG]
     
  4. Mia4071

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    [​IMG] First & for most! [​IMG] Whats up from the bay! I never knew you were from the bay. South Bay represent!

    So did you guys every figure out what happend before the Sahara? So funny! - Thanks for sharing this with us!

    Great T.R. [​IMG]
     
  5. Pimp_N_M

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    We actually pooled this together about a week after the trip. This is pretty much all we could come up with. My memory fazed out after Donald Duck. Jonny's fazed out WAY before that. I felt it was getting a little dry around here... So I typed this out.
     
  6. blackjack

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    Well I haven't done drugs in years but I can imagine what a trip that is in a casino. Donald Duck playing craps is killin' me [​IMG] . Many years ago (pre-marriage) I smoked some weed on a cruise & then played some slots. I remember laughing uncontrolably & people just staring at me like my machine wasn't funny :rolleyes: . Anyway, fun TR but one that I don't think I'll follow suit on.
     
  7. Jack21

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    Enjoyed the TR. Thank you for reminding me not to drive late night anywhere within 100 miles of Las Vegas.

    You guy have balls for first time dice rollers. I know newbies intimidated by the craps table scene who won't even approach the pit. Now all I have to tell them is to tank up on mushrooms and coke and hope for Donald Duck's blackjack.

    Incidentally, not to get too technical, but ketamine is categorized as a dissociative anesthetic not only for animal sedation, but for pediatrics for conscious sedation. Works like a charm against a kid struggling out of a facial laceration repair.

    One last thought--Jonny had his car impounded for marijuana possesion in San Fransisco? I didn't even think street drugs were even illegal in that part of the county...

    Jack21
     
  8. East Coast Shuffle

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    Wow...Donald Duck at the craps table. [​IMG] .... nothing like taking a trip... while on a trip!. [​IMG] Thanks for juicin up the day !
     
  9. sharkey

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    Sweet! love the report, man it's been years since i done the crazy stuff but it brought back memories of Amsterdam, Vancouver and Acid trips. Hell That's one trip and one Vegas adevnture!
     
  10. Guy

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    Pimp, You're a Disgrace. [​IMG] Keep up the Good Work.

    "Easy! Easy! Easy!..."

    [​IMG]
    One for us Brits there...
     
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