...page from lost TR

In another post, I had mentioned the fun that was had the night of my bachelorette party...when a 3 ft inflatable penis was my date for the evening.

I realized, when trying to dig up pics, I never posted the trip report from our week as tourists in our own backyard. Probably, because of all the wedding details that would likely be boring to some.

With that said, the pages covering the bachelor/bachelorette festivities are to come...

 

...Afterwards, we began getting everything in order for the bachelor and bachelorette festivities.

Frank had booked a room at Orleans, because he preferred to have a personal stripper show, rather than going to the clubs and dealing with transporting guests, covers, expensive drinks, etc. Upon check in, he requested an upgrade to a suite using a $20 trick. The clerk accepted the tip and offered Frank a HUGE suite for an additional $50, he quickly accepted and was given VIP keys for the room.

This suite was SWEET! An unbelievable value for a total cost of $90. It had a giant living room with a sectional, big screen TV, a full size dining table, a 6’ft marble wet bar, huge bedroom with a sitting area, king sized bed, walk in closet, separate changing area and an oversized tub.

They purchased a bunch of liquor and beer downstairs, then chilled it on ice in the bathtub and stocked the bar. Four girls were booked for their entertainment. They ended up sending one home, because she was only interested in, hmmm...how do I say it, pleasing them...I suppose. However, they did enjoy the talents, trick and moves of the other three ladies. Sadly, I don’t know much more of the details of the night except that when I returned the room was trashed, guys were passed out, several bottles of liquor were empty and the tub only had ice remaining.


While the guys had their fun, the girls and I had ours. We began the night with dinner at Mirage’s Caribe Café. Surprisingly, they were able to sit the 12 of us promptly. The food was good, but service was quite slow…we figured they didn’t work too hard since gratuity was added.

Finally, our night began at Carnival Court at Harrah’s. We had a few drinks, while groovin’ to the 70’s band and giggling over girl talk. After an hour or so, we decided to head downtown ~ I had a mean craving for some yard drinks from La Bayou, it didn’t take long to convince the rest of the girls.

We head to the car, when we arrive, my dear friend Laura whips a 3ft inflatable penis out of the trunk and tells me it was my date for the night. It was to be with me at all times and I MUST give it attention otherwise I’d be punished in some embarrassing manner...of course, the good sport that I am, I agreed.

The ride downtown was far too amusing; the looks we received from having a 3ft penis hanging out the window were priceless. We met up at the bar at LVC, the girls, my “date†and I took a seat at the bar and ordered drinks. Meanwhile, swarms of women who wanted to touch my friend immediately greeted us. The majority of men we encountered seemed intimidated, most just shrugged-laughed and walked very quickly in the opposite direction.

The bartender shared a good laugh with us, then decided to add to the amusement by offering whipped cream to set the stage for some indecent and somewhat embarrassing photo opportunities. We created quite the scene as you may imagine...



After amusing ourselves and others we walked over to La Bayou for some celebratory yard drinks ~ the kind ladies at the daiquiri bar threw in extra shots for all and offered their congrats. As we wandered Fremont Street we created quite the stir...it was incredibly fun to see people’s reactions, to hear their comments, and the number of “friends†we made was remarkable. We had an entourage following us taking photos and requesting certain obscene poses. The attention was unbelievable and ultimately very entertaining.



Once we reached the bottom of our yards, we were all riding the grain train and decided it was time to hit Olympic Garden. We hopped in a limo at GN’s valet. Boy! did the driver get a kick out of us.



We arrived at OG and headed upstairs...this was my first experience with a male strip club, previously I had only been to female clubs. I was surprised by the differences, there were far less males to go around and there seemed to be a lot of downtime between stage dances while the guys worked the room for private dances. With female clubs, there is almost always stage entertainment while other girls worked the room.

The girls quickly arranged a dance for me on stage. It was fun, the guy was sweet, but he couldn’t move worth a damn. We kicked back a few drinks, while we enjoyed the entertainment and took turns arranging dances for each other. We closed down the club upstairs, and then the girls bought my “date†and me a dance downstairs...it was a riot! My mom was quite embarrassed witnessing my lapdance, too funny.

We had such fun downtown earlier in the evening we decided to have at it again. We piled into 2 taxis and headed back to Fremont Street. We wandered under the canopy for a short while catching everyone’s attention, laughing, just having an all around good time.

However, this time we caught some negative attention from the friendly metro bicycle police. They gave us a lecture, with the straightest face possible, of how inappropriate my 3ft “date†was to visitors with children. They were decent about it, but we were a little upset being that we were in Sin City on Fremont at nearly 2am. We felt it was more inappropriate that parents kept their children up that late. We weren’t looking for any trouble so we abided by metro’s wishes and headed into the Plaza.

We were headed to the bar, when my “date†and I were called to the stage of the Omaha lounge by (his name escapes me, he’s been there for years) the late night entertainer with the foam cowboy hat. Our conversation is a blur, but it got the attention of everyone surrounding and the audience was hooting and hollering.

Like bees to honey, I was swarmed by casino security. I was once again told, with the straightest face possible, "my date" was not only inappropriate, but it was also a distraction to the casino’s customers. I had to promise I’d keep my “date†discreet. We agreed and subsequently bolted to the bar as we were in desperate need of a drink by this point. We ordered a round of drinks and were told the drinks were on the house, since it was the most amusement the bartender had seen in sometime.

We started chatting with friendly gentlemen seated beside us at the bar. Since they were most entertained by us they bought us another round of drinks. Meanwhile, security was doing circles around us in a peculiar manner – not exactly friendly nor threatening, but definitely keeping a watchful eye over us.

By now, my “date†had provided hundreds of laughs and hours of entertainment, knowing how disappointed I’d be and how upset my soon-to-be husband would be if I were kicked out of the Plaza...strange as some may find it, it is one of our favorite casinos. I decided it was time to deflate my “dateâ€. The men around us squirmed and moaned in pain, as we rolled and squeezed the penis allowing all the air to escape.

My gambling itch was getting to me, so I introduced the girls to penny slots...the perfect game for when you’re not thinking too clearly and not quite ready to call it a night. We played, chatted and reminisced over the night’s events.

Next, a supervisor and a member of security that had reprimanded us earlier interrupted us. They introduced themselves, thanked us for taking it upon ourselves to deflate “the phallus†(as they referred to it), apologized and explained that the eye in sky followed us from the moment we walked into the casino and how it was likely the funniest call to handle a situation that they had in a very long time. We shared some laughs, jokes and just chitchatted with them for a bit, they thanked us for making their night and wished me all the best with my marriage.

Afterwards, us girls called it a night and parted ways. I headed to the Orleans, my home for the night; I arrived at the Bachelor’s headquarters, which was trashed beyond belief. Frank had drunk himself sober; we shared the details of our nights festivities and called it a night when the sun was well over the mountains.

 

Just wanted to add, on our wedding day...after the ceremony & reception we invited guests downtown for a night on Fremont.

When waiting to meet up with everyone, I was at the Plaza playing VP and the supervisor from the bachelorette night spotted me. He offered his congrats and comped us dinner. Very nice!

We had a great time! We ended up congregating in front of La Bayou. Now, how many people have a wedding picture like this...

 

Vegasbound, thanks for the very funny and entertaining report.
The name of the entertainer that you are talking about is probably Dusty Baron. He has been there for many years.
You must be pretty entertaining also being able to keep Mr. Penis up almost all night.
Who knows, maybe Mr. Penis will replace the footballs that they sell and fill with booze Downtown. You may have started a new trend.
Congratulations on your marriage, you sound like a great couple.

 

Great report. It's nice to read about people that know how to party in Vegas. All the best to you and your new husband.

Darin & Annie

 

Gee Vegasbound, that's quite a missing page ("Whoops, I forgot to include the page about the three foot cock I lugged around all evening.") But I'm sure the responses you got will be ego...ahem...inflating.

By the way, sharing a three foot phallus with eleven other women comes out to a paultry 3" per woman

Sounds like fun...I always enjoyed the bachelorette parties.

Jack21

[ April 16, 2005, 10:40 AM: Message edited by: Jack21 ]

 

I love that devilish grin. It appears your date held up quite nicely all night long.

Congrats on your marriage and thanks for the lost TR.

 

Hilarious. That is a true Vegas bachelorette party. Great pics.

It's somewhat of a tradition here in Detroit to toss around (*ahem*) an inflatable penis during the Tigers' Opening Day game. It's really entertaining to watch security stumbling all over themselves trying to capture it.

Who says Detroit isn't a fun town?

Congrats on the marriage, and best of luck to you!

 

I wonder how much cheating went on at the Plaza tables while security followed you & your 3ft phallus around . Talk about a distraction. That had to be some sight in the grain train. A 3ft foot drink in one hand and a 3ft penis in the other.

edited to correct my freudian slip .

[ April 18, 2005, 08:17 AM: Message edited by: blackjack ]

 

Vegasbound, really enjoyed that read and love that you included the photos. I've got a bachlorette party coming up in August or September that I'm in charge of getting all the toys. You're a great sport, I don't think my girlfriend will carry around anything like that. Course this ain't Vegas either. Thanks for taking the time to dig it up and post.

Blackjack, you're the other?
I must have missed something at MM

[ April 18, 2005, 07:33 AM: Message edited by: Beach Crazy ]

 

Angy, did you think I had 2 legs?

 

Oh, that's what those were

 

Ahhh.. Nothing says love like a 3 foot date!