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March Drunken Madness

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  1. rugbysteve

    rugbysteve Low-Roller

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    My Trip Report

    Vegas Trip report

    2004 March Drunken Madness

    Well, well, well…. Home from another trip to Sin City. The 26th time I have made the trip to Mecca. Damm, still can’t get enough of that town. This trip was scheduled by my college friend Murph. I had not seen him in years. He decided to book a trip to Sin City with a few buddies for the sweet 16 of the hoops tournament and I decided to join them. Another college friend Andy decided to join in the fray, and my rugby buddy Kid Blast signed on board for the drunken heroics. Murph’s group also included about 6 or 7 of his crew from Maryland. That crew was booked into the Venetian, but my cheapskateness would not allow for that, so Andy, Kid Blast and myself decided to split a room next door at the very glamorous Casino Royal.

    Kid Blast and myself departed out of Hartford, Connecticut at 8am Thursday morning March 25th on a direct flight to Sin City. Murph arrived 20 minutes after us; the rest of the crew would arrive later that night and some on Friday. I had rented a car from Dollar and talked my way into a free upgrade and got a PT cruiser. Not the greatest car in the world, but a fun alternative from my big SUV.

    We picked up Murph and started our adventure. Our first stop was the Hard Rock, after a couple of quick drinks and a few hands of BJ, Kid and I were down $20 each, but Murph was up $80.. This would be the prelude to an insane amount of luck the Murph would catch on the trip. We next hit Terribles for their fun book deals, and lost another $20 each, while again Murph was going to the Cashier.

    We then headed down to the Stratosphere , as I had some cashback coming to me from a previous trip (you know the 110% cash back signup deal) and Kid had some Matchplays to play. Well, we realize that the Hoops games are tipping of soon, so we go to make some wagers. I’m not too big of a Hoops fan, so I decided to back whoever Murph was backing. Fortunately he liked Uconn and Georgia Tech, So I took them both, and yes we hit every game that day. At the half, we jumped in the car and headed towards Casino Royal. After a quick check in, we continued on our way to watch the games at the Imperial Palace Sports book, were I cashed my $180 winning ticket because the Pats won the Superbowl. We watched the games for awhile and played some craps and Blackjack.

    The night gets kinda cloudy at this point, but I do remember talking to this hot girl, who I was sure, was a hooker and accepting a ride with her to go out clubbing. I have no idea how I came about to even be talking to her, or why she was wasting her time with me, except that I assumed she was trying to lure me into being a client of hers. Well, after getting in her car, and driving down the strip, I finally told her that she was very nice, but that I was married and would not actually be in need of hiring her services. She laughed at me and told me, she was not a hooker… but she was a stripper, and if I wanted I could see her dance the next night at O.G.’s. Cool….. okay, maybe I’ll do that. Anyway, we got to the V club at Venetian, and it was closed because it was 4am. So, I thanked her for the ride and went on my merry way. I stumbled back to my room at the Casino Royal, and went to bed, ok.. after a quick game of drunken craps.

    A few hours later, the phone rings and I am the only one in the room. I answer it and its Murph looking for his stuff, which he had left there from the day before. I let him in, he grabs his stuff and I agree to go with him. It’s 9am, and he’s looking to have a shower and a change of clothes. I’m looking to get a drink. We agree that a drink is the right plan. We have a quick few drinks and head towards the Venetian. He goes up to his suite; I go to the bar. I quickly make friends with some girls drinking there, and proceed to begin the getting wasted process all over again. At one point during our conversation the lovely girl Candy tells me, “You are the epitome of Vegas Cheeseâ€.. Haa you gotta love it, I think she was referring to my button down shirt covered in cards and chips, or maybe it was my “drunken Vegas styleâ€. Either way, it was funny enough, that I wrote it down, so I could show everyone what my new friends thought of me. Eventually Murph and crew show up and we set off for drunken basketball wagering.

    I follow Murph’s lead again and take G.T in a parlay with Duke and collect another winning ticket… Damm, I like the way that’s going. After watching the games at the I.P., I finally get something to eat and decide on the I.P. burger palace. I gotta say, it was very good and very reasonably priced. After that Kid Blast and I set off on a little walk down the strip towards Bally’s and Paris and then Ellis Island.

    We play all the matchplays we can find, and drink all the drinks we can find and somehow end up at the Flamingo playing 2-4 limit Texas Hold’em. Well, I can’t seem to catch any cards, but at one point the guy to my left thinks the betting is over and turns over his cards, revealing a 7 and a 10, which gives him a straight. The table makes a commotion, and he realizes that Kid Blast (who is to my right) has not yet called the hand. Well, Kid was not paying attention, as he was counting his chips to make a raise, and has not seen the straight. So, I tell him.. “You know he has a straight, he just showed emâ€. Well, now the guy is pissed and screaming at me, and Kid wisely folds his trip Jacks. The guy will not let up screaming at me, to which I keep replying, “Hey, you should be mad at yourselfâ€. Well, the screaming gets intense, and security is called. At which point the guy relents and admits he made the mistake, I just pointed it out. Admittedly, kinda a dick move on my part, but this is my boy, Kid Blast, vs. some guy I have never seen before. Anyway, the guy is so steamed he gets up and takes a walk. When he returns 15 minutes later, he sits down and asks the table how it’s been going. To which I reply, “well, pretty good, but everyone keeps showing their cards before we are done bettingâ€â€¦ this got a chuckle from the whole table, including the guy.

    Eventually we leave the table (I lost $50, Kid made $10) and wonder back towards Casino Royal. Somehow in the drunken boobery, we lose track of each other. I wonder around and throw the dice alittle … Okay; I can’t really remember what happens here… I was pretty drunk, somehow I end up at the Venetian where I find Murph and crew at the bar, and proceeded to continue the drinking bender. I should point out here that virtually every girl at the center Venetian bar is “workingâ€. This does make it kind of fun to chat with them for a minute or two as they are trying to sell you the deal. But once they realize you are not a buyer, they move on.. But not to worry, every other girl there is offering the same thing. Eventually, I stumble home and pass out.

    Saturday morning I awaken, realize that Kid Blast has not made it home again, but find Andy and we decide to grab Murph in the PT cruiser and take a trip to the Stratosphere to cash our winning tickets from Thursday. On the way to the car, we go by that place at Casino Royal that sells those Vegas shirts. We all agree that the button down with the flaming dice is a must buy for $10. So we each buy one, ok, Andy treats for all three and decide we should all wear them, right then and there. Yes, we looked as dorkey as you are imagining right now. So, with matching shirts on, we head up the strip but I decide to pass right by the Strat and take the boys for a special treat. Yep, you guessed it.. It was time to ride the grain train. Yeah, I know it’s only 10am.. Be dammed with your time clock, its Vegas Baby. So, I pull up Downtown right next to the Golden Gate, I take my two college buddies on a walk directly to the back of La Bayou. We get 3 of the jumbo size “Brain Freezes†and gladly pay the extra $2 for the extra jumbo shot of grain alcohol, which is actually about 3 shots of grain if you chat up the girl making them. Ohh, I should mention, that on the drive to La Bayou, Murph has been telling us about how he cashed in for $1400 at the craps table after I had gone to bed. So, when she rings up the $34 drink tab, I yell for Murph to get out some of that $1,400 and pay the nice lady. Murph had watched her pour the grain, and knew what was in store for us.. So he handed across $40, thanked her kindly and we were on our way.

    Well, that was supposed to be the only stop in old Vegas, but with grain in hand I decided we needed to see the El Cortez for some low rolling, low living, low life Craps. We walked down there and jumped on a table for some grain induced drunken fun. At the table, some vagrant commented on our fine looking shirts, and wanted to know about the cost. After some haggling we agreed to sell the guy the shirt for $12, and then demanded Murph remove the shirt Andy had just bought him, and we sold it to the guy. It was pretty funny… on the way back to the car, Murph wanted to know why he had to give up his shirt, when we did the selling… this point was never resolved.

    I then made them stop at the Gamblers General store, where I loaded up on 8 dozen new decks of cards. You see at the poker tournament I run, we go thru about 10 decks every couple of weeks… so I was just getting a few months supply. Finally we hit the Stratosphere and cashed our winning tickets… I made a few hundred, but Murph cashed in for almost $1,000 … coupled with his Craps winnings the night before.. He was in fine shape, and I was just holding my own. By the time we got back in car to get back to Casino Royal, we had finished the yard glass of Grain.. and we were fully amerced in the ride. I know many of you will be frowning upon the fact that I was behind the wheel at this point, but traffic on the strip moves so slow, even a drunk can navigate it. Anyway, on the radio comes Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkle.. and we are feeling no pain whatsoever.. So we have all the windows down and are singing as loud as we can along with the song (mostly) and really allowing the other people along the strip to see what drunken boobs we are.

    As we pass Slots a hell, I insist we pull in and throw the dice at the most fun craps table in the world. The dice were pretty cold and eventually the buy in’s were surrendered, but then in a drunken moment of stupidity… I agree to go next door and get “Ho Dogs†for the group. Now, I have been to Vegas 26 times.. and have never eaten those fricken things.. I know better, but.. in a grain-induced moment, we ordered 3 of them. Well, while waiting in line… I grab a frozen margarita that actually does not belong to me.. I take a big sip.. and then the rightful owner yells that I am drinking his drink. well, I hand it to him… wait some more.. he sets it right back down where it was before and a minute later, I am taking another sip. Well, he is really mad now, but I don’t seem to care.. I walk away from him and actually cut about 5 people in line. The Grain Train has turned me into the obnoxious drunken A-hole that I can sometimes become. Well, Murph steps in and offers to Buy the Guy a new drink… gets him the drink, then convinces me to get back in the correct spot in line, so a riot does not ensue. Okay.. whatever.. We get our Ho dogs.. I actually eat about 2/3 of it.. and we are on our way.

    We get back to Casino Royal, and I am a ready to continue the drunken bender. Andy heads to the room to “sleep it offâ€â€¦ Murph heads to the bar.. I go to the craps table. Well, I play for awhile, but now the excessive drinking is really starting to take its toll.. So, I decide to put my head down on the craps rail and rest for a bit .. I decide that I can hear the people cheer, and when they do; I will know we have made the point. Well, next thing you know I got 2 security guards informing me that it’s time to leave. I protest telling them that I am still involved in the game, at which point, they take all my chips off the table and tell me to pick them out and cash out. Haaa, ok, I am headed towards the cashier and … Get this.. While walking by the bar, I see Murph, tell him I am being booted, and he talks to them, and they release me to him… Can you believe it?…. So, we cash the chips and decide to go get a drink at the I.P.

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    Well, we drink and gamble and drink and gamble; Andy rallies and meets up with us again. Murph’s other boys have gone and bought the exact same dice shirts that we were wearing, so now there are 6 of us, all standing together at the bar wearing the exact same shirt. Oh, and my wife was worried about me chatting up girls. Yeah right. We looked like complete dorks, but what made it great was… we realized this, and found it was funnier and cool to be this way. Ahhhh, nothing like not having a care in the world. Bartender, another round for the guys in the cool looking shirts!!

    Hell, I really cannot remember the specifics about these hours as I was, well… let’s just say that I had been drinking my fair share. I did get asked to leave the Bar at the I.P. for being too loud and dropping to many F Bombs. Well, to that I say, F them!

    Anyway, somehow it gets to be about 6am, and everyone is gone except for me and Murph. I find him at a $10 craps table at the Venetian and decide to join him for one last roll before I retire and have to leave Sin City. I buy in for $100 and the roller almost immediately 7’s out. Ok, Murph passes on the dice. I grab em and start to roll. Well, I start out kinda conservative on the $10 table, but quickly make a few points, and have the 6 and 8 pressed up to $24 each. I am now in full drunken splendor, screaming to the table … “who’s the smartest best looking guy here?†before every roll, to which they are replying “you areâ€. When you are hot with the dice, people will do anything just to keep the streak alive. Anyway, I am rolling and rolling and screaming and collecting chips. When it finally ends, I tell Murph we should go. I cash in over $700 in chips.. Murph cashes in about the same and we head to the bar for a nightcap.

    I say goodbye to Murph and stumble home around 8am, upon entering the room I find Andy and Kid Blast passed out. I guess they didn’t know it was wrestle mania time. Anyway, Andy gets up, so he can catch his flight and I pass out. Next thing you know its noon and we need to check out. We grab our stuff and head for the car. We make a few stops along the way, one at the Imperial Palace to cash a few winning hoops bets, and make one last roll of the dice at Slots a Hell. I make a quick hundred there and we make the last minute mad dash for the airport… arriving at the gate only moments before departure. I am in bad, bad shape for the ride home. And it takes me several days of detoxification before I am even remotely feeling right again. Ahhhh, Vegas my friend, I can’t wait to see you again.

    Final thoughts and observations:

    When I got home, I counted all my cash and realized I returned with $300 more than I went with, that is a good trip. 4 days later, I put on the same pair of jeans I had worn during the Grain Train bender and found another $260 in there from when I cashed the hoops bets at the Stratosphere, that I must have just shoved in there and forgotten about. So when it was all said and done I came home $560 to the plus side. Damm, that makes for a good trip.

    Seeing my old college friends Murph and Andy was fantastic. You sometimes lose track of people over the course of your life, I say call them up and tell them to meet you in Vegas. What a great place to renew friendships, talk about the old days and catch up on what’s been happening since.

    The Grain Train is quite a ride. It can turn you into the smartest, best looking guy here. Damm, that was well worth Murph’s $40 investment.

    Look for my next report, as I plan on makingmy usual summer trip there to continue the saga of “How much can I drink and still live to tell about itâ€.

    Thanks for reading my adventure, please feel free to chime in with your thoughts, observations and questions.

    Peace,
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  2. Mia4071

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    Thanks for the T.R., there is nothing better than coming back from Vegas with more $$ [​IMG] Thanks for the pic. Sounds like you guys had a blast!
     
  3. MidnightSwinga

    MidnightSwinga Tourist

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    Great TR, thanks for sharing
     
  4. doctor_al

    doctor_al VIP Whale

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    Drunken boobery at it's finest. I've got a buddy who frequently gets cut off for 'language'; one time before we even got on the plane to Vegas. Love the shirts. But next time, skip the car, eh?

    Who's who in the picture?
     
  5. HoyaHeel

    HoyaHeel Grammar Police & Admin

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    I think Steve's the one on the left, with the beer bottle. Talking smack to the photographer, by the looks of it [​IMG]

    So no Beach this time? Probably for the best, considering how many other places you got kicked out of ;)
     
  6. rugbysteve

    rugbysteve Low-Roller

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    Hey, I am the one on the left, Murph is on the right. And yes, I will try and figure out how to resize it... didn't realize it was gonna appear like that. it's funny that you mention the Beach. One night Kid Blast and I took a cab there, got out and these 2 girls started talking to us, telling us how it sucked in there, so we got in a cab and went to MArgaritaville with them.. just about where we had started. So.. I almost went to the Beach...
     
  7. farkingidiot

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    GREAT report, Steve.

    You know what's unreal??

    I was staying at Casino Royale, too, same time you were there. I guarantee you, we stumbled past each other at some poiint. I was hitting the craps table hard.

    I also went to the Beach, one nite, shoot, I'm not reembering which, it sucked, and we ended up at Margaritaville, where we'd been three nites running!

    I had a buddy almost get thrown out for language AND shoving the Pit boss at Royale and somehow I finessed them into releasing him to me....so unbeknownst to me, he could go over the the Mirage and almost get kicked out.

    I LOVE the stripper story.

    I had a similar experience. We did a little clubbin' and she took me to a visit to the..ah...seamier side of Vegas. ( Her roomate was a callgirl and my girl did it part time.)

    I'm printing this off so I can read it a little more in depth later! [​IMG]

    [ April 06, 2004, 07:30 AM: Message edited by: farkingidiot ]
     
  8. HurricaneMikey

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    Hey Steve...

    Oh my god...this was a thing of beauty!!! You did us all proud, and all I can do is stand up and salute you for carrying on the T2V March Madness Buffoonery

    I wanna party with YOU, cowboy!!!

    The funny thing is, I think Dougie bought me one of those same flaming Vegas shirts too, but I lost it somewhere.

    Between Fizler's buying of the porn slapper shirt and you guys selling your buddy's shirt--at a profit--to the old codger at the Elco, I'm thoroughly convinced that the best Vegas stories involve the removal of clothing!

    I can only imagine the trouble we'd get into during a night on the town with you and LV Terry. [​IMG]

    Great report man, great report.

    Mikey [​IMG]
     
  9. Scott R

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    Hey Steve,
    Glad nobody got hurt and you lived to tell the tale. Thanks for the good read.
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    Scott
     
  10. Coaster Kikky

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    Surely this doesn't come as a surprise?? [​IMG]
     
  11. NEON

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    Great report Steve!
    Damn and I though that I drank alot during MM!!! [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG]
     
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    Good Times Steve!!!
    Great report! I loved the jacking of the drink while waiting for your dogs. That was some good stuff.
    I think the one moral that we can all learn is to have some level headed talkers that can help us obnoxious drunks stay out of too much trouble.
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    I hope I can have half the fun that you had on my next trip!
     
  13. CasinoHype

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    Great report! [​IMG] [​IMG]
     
  14. duffelbag don

    duffelbag don Low-Roller

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    Damn and I thought I drank too much while in Vegas!
     
  15. chef

    chef Resident Buffetologist

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    Besides the moniker given you of "cheesy Vegas", I've got another one for you - a "poor man's Hurricane Mikey". The nature of your TRs are in the same ball park.
     
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