rugbysteve
Low-Roller
Ahh, time to finally get around to writing a trip report.
Here are some of the details that can be remembered from a weekend of drunken stupidity.
The set –up:
I play rugby, and this year 6 guys on my team are going to take the plunge and get married (stupid bastards)…. I guess this means the end of their rugby careers, because most of us have learned you can either play rugby or be married, but not both. Anyway, we decided the only smart thing to do was take the 6 guys to Vegas and have the mega ultra bachelor weekend. After picking the dates Feb 27th to March 2nd, our wives and girlfriends decided to have their own Vegas trip.. and they all went the weekend before. Cool… lots of drunken idiots in Vegas. So, I book a group rate on Delta out of Hartford and book us very glamorous accommodations at the Westward –HO. We step it up and get the 3 bedroom apartments for the crowd to enjoy. Yeah, I’ve been to Vegas 22 times, and I’ve stayed in almost all the strip hotels.. and using my keen knowledge from past trips.. I concluded correctly, that the Ho would be the best place for this group of hooligans.
The travel:
So we meet at 10am on Thursday morning at the local watering hole, knock back a drink or 2 and pile into cars for the hour ride to the airport. The car I got into was supplied with a bottle of captains and a few cans of coke. Yep.. I was felling no pain at the Delta check in. Ohh, I should mention, that we had a last minute cancellation, so just 2 days before I gave my brother chip a free trip.. which he jumped all over. (see thanksgiving trip report for more on brother Chip). Anyway, we get to Vegas at 5pm Vegas Time and have a 20 person party bus waiting to take us to the HO. This limo guy in Vegas (Double Down Limo’s) had befriended out wives the weekend before and driven them all over town, so we had the same guy pick us up… so we could rough him up for hitting on our wives.. and cause he’s got a great party bus.. filled with beer, disco lights and loud music. It was the right way to arrive at the Ho.
The Ugliness.
I should mention that my good buddy Hoppy decided to go to Vegas as Mr. T. Yes, he shaved his head into a Mohawk and beard to match the amazing Mr. T. So for the whole weekend.. We had “I pity the fool” roaming around with us… it was pretty funny. I got him 36 pairs of gold Marty Gras beads to compliment his outfit. I will include a link with pics in here at the end of the report. So, we check into the Ho.. make the half-mile walk to our cellblock and get the party started. I should mention that bottled Coors at the HO is .75 and it is right next door to Slots a Hell… which offers the most fun $1 craps game on the strip. So we head right to the craps table.. and I quickly make $75 on the craps table… yee haaa.. “take that Slots a Hell “
Well, we drink and smoke and drink and decide we will walk to “the Beach” for some night club fun. We get to the beach and discover that Thursday night is pretty mellow.. but we find some fun anyway. They hold a limbo contest, with the winner getting free drinks the rest of the night. Haa, you know who wins… Brother Chip. Yep.. Skinny little weasel beats out some girl who couldn’t get her boobs under the bar.. humm, that was fun to watch. So, Chip gets free drinks the rest of the night.. which means.. I get free drinks the rest of the night. “chip, go get another drink”.. as I kept taking his. Anyway, the Beach was kinda slow.. but we did get a few shots from the bikini shots girls, and licked some whipped crème off of some hot girls body… ed note: this girl has the best camel toe ever !!!!.. I digress… after awhile we decide to leave and head to Rain at the Palms. Ohh,, wait a minute.. Decide to leave is not quit right. My good buddy Kid blast got thrown out for repeatedly taking off his shirt.. haa.. so that’s why we decided to leave.. we went outside, collected him.. and then cabbed to Rain. We get in there and its good… It’s a big night club, and the boys are having fun hitting on the lovely ladies of Vegas. Anyway, somehow it becomes like 5am, and the only person I can find that I know is my Friend Fabien, this guy from France who plays rugby with us. So, we jump a cab and start back to the Ho, along the way he tells me that he has never been to Vegas and can’t wait to see everything. You know the feeling, when you bring a newbie to Vegas and they are memorized by the strip. Well, I demand the cabby drop us off at the Imperial Palace.. and I make him walk the rest of the way back to the Ho.. stopping for drinks and craps along the way. Haaa, he protested at first, but later told me it was one of the best parts of his trip.
So, we get back to the cellblock, and decide to go do more drunken gambling at like 7am… yeah, that’s’ always a good idea!! .. I think that little exercise cost me $50 or 60 bucks… anyway.. finally hit the bed at 9am.. and my other buddies don’t want me to sleep… they want to keep partying and I have to fight a few of them who kept attacking me in my bed. Yeah, it’s drunken stupidity the way you would image… well eventually they leave my alone and I sleep until like 11am.
So, I get up.. who wants to waste time sleeping in Vegas anyway.. and I find the Chipster awake… the rest of the crowd is now out cold. I take the Chipster on a walk down the strip for a mini “coupon run”. The wife had stayed in Paris the weekend before and brought me home like 6 of the park place books. So I removed all the match plays and Chip and I went to play them. We each ended up about $40.. so it worked as you would expect. We dined at the Mirage Buffet (my last meal of the trip) and went back to find the boys in the afternoon.
Any down time was generally spent at the Slots a Hell craps table.. teaching the boys the finer art of the game. I should mention it was Nascar Weekend, and the place was packed with people wearing these jackets with all the sponsors logos all over them. Hey, It ain’t my thing, but damm, did everyone seem to have one. We got some good laughs from the guys wearing the big Viagra jackets… hey, whatever floats your boat!!
So, we gather the crew about 7pm and decide to head to Cheetah’s for the boys last look at . ummm.. you know! So we get in there, and we have a private booth.. and a crazy doctor with us who has no trouble tossing out about $3000 for fun and adventure. So, anyway, without giving out to many details, let’s just say that $3000 gets you about 2 hours of very good fun and attention in a Vegas Strip bar. Eventually, the money was gone, and magically so were the girls. So we left there.. Around 9:30.. I think and head to the Bikini Beach Club at the Rio. I have vague memories of being in there.. Eventually we ended up at the Asylum and again.. I can’t really recall the events as the booze was winning the battle… eventually I made it home and woke up in the wrong bed fully clothed… haa.. must be having fun.
So I get out of bed around 11am.. and decide to put on the white Elvis suit my friend had brought. Yep, white jumpsuit, big belt, wig with side burns, glasses and cape. Yes, I decided to be the king today! So, I head up to the strip and decide to stop into the Ho for a quick beer along the way. I am with Mr. T and few other drunken fools. We are having a drink at the Ho bar, and Mr. T wants to know what’s up stairs at the HO, as there are escalators just beckoning us to go up. Well, I tell him, that the King is gonna find out for him. So, I ride up to the top, see that the show room is up there and ride back down. When I get to the bottom, my friends are yelling for me to ride it again. So I take 2 steps, get back on and ride it up again.. as I come back down they are all laughing at me… so I decide I should ride it again, as they seem to be enjoying it. Well, as I’m coming back down, this old security guard is coming up, he follows me down and tells me he’s escorting me out of the casino. I ask him why, and he says because I shouldn’t be up there.. I protest, but he wants me out! As I am leaving I tell him that I am staying at the Ho, he asks for my Key, at which point I confess that I lost it the first night. He asks that I not return for 24 hours… haa, ok… my friends loved that I got chucked out of the HO. OK, enough of that place.. Im off to Slots a Hell !!
Well, when you are dressed as the king.. Everyone wants to talk to you, get their picture taken with you.. it is too funny. I’m playing craps at slots a hell, and people are asking to get their picture taken with me. Hell, sure whatever makes you happy. People kept asking if I was performing somewhere.. I’d tell them.. no, I just thought it would be fun to be the King! Anyway, the day drifted into drunken stupidity with the king.. somehow a bunch of us ended up at the Stardust Poker tables playing 7 card stud.. yep, with me still as the King… I lost my $50 poker money, but did throw down $50 on Roy Jones Jr.. so I did make a little there.
After the poker I went back to the room.. around 8pm, and gave up on being the king… just went back to my Vegas lounge shirt and jeans. I spent the rest of that night walking down the strip getting drunk off my ass and gambling here and there. I did get propositioned by these hookers in training outside of McDonalds, I don’t know about you, but I love talking with hookers, I have a blast with them until they realize I’m not gonna be a client and then leave me laughing and joking. I ran into the same hookers later at the Flamingo bar and chased em out of there with my drunken stupidity. I got on the craps table at Slots a hell one more time and my Buddy the Brown Hornet had an incredible roll establishing and making 8 consecutive points.. Earning me a quick $200 and putting me back ahead for the gambling part of my trip. Damm, is craps at Slots a hell good… Although, I was so beat and had lost me voice.. So I couldn’t be the drunken screaming fool, I usually am at the table.
Somehow around 7am, I ended up at the Peppermill, this is a great spot for breakfast, and after breakfast I moved into the lounge. We were flying out at 11, so I figured why not just drink until it was time for the airport. Haaa, the peppermill lounge at 7am on Sunday morning is the spot! … What a great find, we had a total blast in there until about 9:30 when we decided to get our crap and head to the airport.
I got on that damm plane tired, drunk and smiling… damm thing got delayed though, and we missed our connection in Atlanta and had to spend the night in Atlanta.. oh well, whatcha gonna do.. I was so played out at that point I just went to bed.
So, anyway.. there’s the report… a little different than when I go with the wife. It took me a few days to recover, and yes, somehow.. I am alive and kicking. I am not sure I will be back in Vegas this year, but you never know… Those damm 6 weddings are going to get in the way!!! I will post a link for pictures soon. Hope you enjoyed the read.
Peace, Rugbysteve
Here are some of the details that can be remembered from a weekend of drunken stupidity.
The set –up:
I play rugby, and this year 6 guys on my team are going to take the plunge and get married (stupid bastards)…. I guess this means the end of their rugby careers, because most of us have learned you can either play rugby or be married, but not both. Anyway, we decided the only smart thing to do was take the 6 guys to Vegas and have the mega ultra bachelor weekend. After picking the dates Feb 27th to March 2nd, our wives and girlfriends decided to have their own Vegas trip.. and they all went the weekend before. Cool… lots of drunken idiots in Vegas. So, I book a group rate on Delta out of Hartford and book us very glamorous accommodations at the Westward –HO. We step it up and get the 3 bedroom apartments for the crowd to enjoy. Yeah, I’ve been to Vegas 22 times, and I’ve stayed in almost all the strip hotels.. and using my keen knowledge from past trips.. I concluded correctly, that the Ho would be the best place for this group of hooligans.
The travel:
So we meet at 10am on Thursday morning at the local watering hole, knock back a drink or 2 and pile into cars for the hour ride to the airport. The car I got into was supplied with a bottle of captains and a few cans of coke. Yep.. I was felling no pain at the Delta check in. Ohh, I should mention, that we had a last minute cancellation, so just 2 days before I gave my brother chip a free trip.. which he jumped all over. (see thanksgiving trip report for more on brother Chip). Anyway, we get to Vegas at 5pm Vegas Time and have a 20 person party bus waiting to take us to the HO. This limo guy in Vegas (Double Down Limo’s) had befriended out wives the weekend before and driven them all over town, so we had the same guy pick us up… so we could rough him up for hitting on our wives.. and cause he’s got a great party bus.. filled with beer, disco lights and loud music. It was the right way to arrive at the Ho.
The Ugliness.
I should mention that my good buddy Hoppy decided to go to Vegas as Mr. T. Yes, he shaved his head into a Mohawk and beard to match the amazing Mr. T. So for the whole weekend.. We had “I pity the fool” roaming around with us… it was pretty funny. I got him 36 pairs of gold Marty Gras beads to compliment his outfit. I will include a link with pics in here at the end of the report. So, we check into the Ho.. make the half-mile walk to our cellblock and get the party started. I should mention that bottled Coors at the HO is .75 and it is right next door to Slots a Hell… which offers the most fun $1 craps game on the strip. So we head right to the craps table.. and I quickly make $75 on the craps table… yee haaa.. “take that Slots a Hell “
Well, we drink and smoke and drink and decide we will walk to “the Beach” for some night club fun. We get to the beach and discover that Thursday night is pretty mellow.. but we find some fun anyway. They hold a limbo contest, with the winner getting free drinks the rest of the night. Haa, you know who wins… Brother Chip. Yep.. Skinny little weasel beats out some girl who couldn’t get her boobs under the bar.. humm, that was fun to watch. So, Chip gets free drinks the rest of the night.. which means.. I get free drinks the rest of the night. “chip, go get another drink”.. as I kept taking his. Anyway, the Beach was kinda slow.. but we did get a few shots from the bikini shots girls, and licked some whipped crème off of some hot girls body… ed note: this girl has the best camel toe ever !!!!.. I digress… after awhile we decide to leave and head to Rain at the Palms. Ohh,, wait a minute.. Decide to leave is not quit right. My good buddy Kid blast got thrown out for repeatedly taking off his shirt.. haa.. so that’s why we decided to leave.. we went outside, collected him.. and then cabbed to Rain. We get in there and its good… It’s a big night club, and the boys are having fun hitting on the lovely ladies of Vegas. Anyway, somehow it becomes like 5am, and the only person I can find that I know is my Friend Fabien, this guy from France who plays rugby with us. So, we jump a cab and start back to the Ho, along the way he tells me that he has never been to Vegas and can’t wait to see everything. You know the feeling, when you bring a newbie to Vegas and they are memorized by the strip. Well, I demand the cabby drop us off at the Imperial Palace.. and I make him walk the rest of the way back to the Ho.. stopping for drinks and craps along the way. Haaa, he protested at first, but later told me it was one of the best parts of his trip.
So, we get back to the cellblock, and decide to go do more drunken gambling at like 7am… yeah, that’s’ always a good idea!! .. I think that little exercise cost me $50 or 60 bucks… anyway.. finally hit the bed at 9am.. and my other buddies don’t want me to sleep… they want to keep partying and I have to fight a few of them who kept attacking me in my bed. Yeah, it’s drunken stupidity the way you would image… well eventually they leave my alone and I sleep until like 11am.
So, I get up.. who wants to waste time sleeping in Vegas anyway.. and I find the Chipster awake… the rest of the crowd is now out cold. I take the Chipster on a walk down the strip for a mini “coupon run”. The wife had stayed in Paris the weekend before and brought me home like 6 of the park place books. So I removed all the match plays and Chip and I went to play them. We each ended up about $40.. so it worked as you would expect. We dined at the Mirage Buffet (my last meal of the trip) and went back to find the boys in the afternoon.
Any down time was generally spent at the Slots a Hell craps table.. teaching the boys the finer art of the game. I should mention it was Nascar Weekend, and the place was packed with people wearing these jackets with all the sponsors logos all over them. Hey, It ain’t my thing, but damm, did everyone seem to have one. We got some good laughs from the guys wearing the big Viagra jackets… hey, whatever floats your boat!!
So, we gather the crew about 7pm and decide to head to Cheetah’s for the boys last look at . ummm.. you know! So we get in there, and we have a private booth.. and a crazy doctor with us who has no trouble tossing out about $3000 for fun and adventure. So, anyway, without giving out to many details, let’s just say that $3000 gets you about 2 hours of very good fun and attention in a Vegas Strip bar. Eventually, the money was gone, and magically so were the girls. So we left there.. Around 9:30.. I think and head to the Bikini Beach Club at the Rio. I have vague memories of being in there.. Eventually we ended up at the Asylum and again.. I can’t really recall the events as the booze was winning the battle… eventually I made it home and woke up in the wrong bed fully clothed… haa.. must be having fun.
So I get out of bed around 11am.. and decide to put on the white Elvis suit my friend had brought. Yep, white jumpsuit, big belt, wig with side burns, glasses and cape. Yes, I decided to be the king today! So, I head up to the strip and decide to stop into the Ho for a quick beer along the way. I am with Mr. T and few other drunken fools. We are having a drink at the Ho bar, and Mr. T wants to know what’s up stairs at the HO, as there are escalators just beckoning us to go up. Well, I tell him, that the King is gonna find out for him. So, I ride up to the top, see that the show room is up there and ride back down. When I get to the bottom, my friends are yelling for me to ride it again. So I take 2 steps, get back on and ride it up again.. as I come back down they are all laughing at me… so I decide I should ride it again, as they seem to be enjoying it. Well, as I’m coming back down, this old security guard is coming up, he follows me down and tells me he’s escorting me out of the casino. I ask him why, and he says because I shouldn’t be up there.. I protest, but he wants me out! As I am leaving I tell him that I am staying at the Ho, he asks for my Key, at which point I confess that I lost it the first night. He asks that I not return for 24 hours… haa, ok… my friends loved that I got chucked out of the HO. OK, enough of that place.. Im off to Slots a Hell !!
Well, when you are dressed as the king.. Everyone wants to talk to you, get their picture taken with you.. it is too funny. I’m playing craps at slots a hell, and people are asking to get their picture taken with me. Hell, sure whatever makes you happy. People kept asking if I was performing somewhere.. I’d tell them.. no, I just thought it would be fun to be the King! Anyway, the day drifted into drunken stupidity with the king.. somehow a bunch of us ended up at the Stardust Poker tables playing 7 card stud.. yep, with me still as the King… I lost my $50 poker money, but did throw down $50 on Roy Jones Jr.. so I did make a little there.
After the poker I went back to the room.. around 8pm, and gave up on being the king… just went back to my Vegas lounge shirt and jeans. I spent the rest of that night walking down the strip getting drunk off my ass and gambling here and there. I did get propositioned by these hookers in training outside of McDonalds, I don’t know about you, but I love talking with hookers, I have a blast with them until they realize I’m not gonna be a client and then leave me laughing and joking. I ran into the same hookers later at the Flamingo bar and chased em out of there with my drunken stupidity. I got on the craps table at Slots a hell one more time and my Buddy the Brown Hornet had an incredible roll establishing and making 8 consecutive points.. Earning me a quick $200 and putting me back ahead for the gambling part of my trip. Damm, is craps at Slots a hell good… Although, I was so beat and had lost me voice.. So I couldn’t be the drunken screaming fool, I usually am at the table.
Somehow around 7am, I ended up at the Peppermill, this is a great spot for breakfast, and after breakfast I moved into the lounge. We were flying out at 11, so I figured why not just drink until it was time for the airport. Haaa, the peppermill lounge at 7am on Sunday morning is the spot! … What a great find, we had a total blast in there until about 9:30 when we decided to get our crap and head to the airport.
I got on that damm plane tired, drunk and smiling… damm thing got delayed though, and we missed our connection in Atlanta and had to spend the night in Atlanta.. oh well, whatcha gonna do.. I was so played out at that point I just went to bed.
So, anyway.. there’s the report… a little different than when I go with the wife. It took me a few days to recover, and yes, somehow.. I am alive and kicking. I am not sure I will be back in Vegas this year, but you never know… Those damm 6 weddings are going to get in the way!!! I will post a link for pictures soon. Hope you enjoyed the read.
Peace, Rugbysteve
And I was really looking forward to seeing Elvis!! Sounds like the rugby bachelor party was a success--any plans to make it an annual event? 
