Discussion in 'Vegas Trip Reports' started by FormallyTD, Jul 7, 2019.
Well, not exactly TD.
But this works just as well
And as a backup
Chang, pork jerky & chicken noodles @ Le Thai (Happy Hour). $23.
Basil Haydens dark rye @ Oak & Ivy (followed by a Senator, I feel) before I go get dolled up.
I won't write much more over the next two days, so you're in luck.
Maybe just imagery accompanied with a word. This is the most I will write.
I'm through with it!!
Returned to bathe in eucalyptus, dab some Drakkar Noir behind the earlobes and plan to head out to Los Palominos for a few hours.
It’s been over one hundred fifty days since I’ve conversed with any of these entertainers and I have to remind them that I’m still the same gentleman they all remember from before.
Once my head is smashed into the cleavage, I always try to romance the ladies with a little poetry. More times than not, I’m whispering the verse(s) to one of the most beautiful songs ever recorded. A little song they called ‘After All’ by Cher and Peter Cetera
‘After all the stops and starts
We keep comin' back to these two hearts
Two angels who've been rescued from the fall
After all that we've been through
It all comes down to me and you
I guess it's meant to be, forever you and me, after all’
You like that song, don’t you?
You know, from the movie ‘Chances Are’? It’s only the most romantic movie of the 20th Century, so I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. It starred a pre-coked-to-the-gills Robert Downey, Jr? He was trying to bang Mary Stuart Masterson (the real pretty girl who looked like a boy) and then Cybill Shepherd was being courted by the currently-coked-to-the-gills Ryan O’Neal? It was true Silver Screen romance and I…nevermind..
Anywho, you whisper sweet lyrics like that into a woman’s ear and they melt in your arms like margarine on a hot skillet. Remember, most of these girls are 20-24 years old, they don’t know who the fuck Cher or Peter Cetera are….so they’re mesmerized.
So, we’ll see.
You need to try the “urban” side Lacy’s on the weekends. Also I like your style of trying to get in early.
Great stuff so far! Have a hell of a time!
Eating crappy BOGO cheap steaks from King Soopers and drinking equally cheap wine and wishing I was on your adventure!
Have a super night in Vegas!
Woo-hoo, a (Formerly) TD report...the creme brulee, the NY cheesecake of trip reports!
Though TD, I am a bit disapointed in you for posting a pic of blood on your wrist, after a night you don't remember.... Wait at least until you give the local news a week to make sure you didn't go all vigilante/crime fighting and don't remember it....
Or worse, hello Memento... have we not learned anything about posting possible incriminating evidence publically, until you know nothing dastardly occurred?
8 hr 43 minutes to goooooo
1 day in and this is already my favorite trip report ever. And I don't understand half of what's going on, but hey, that's just me. Continue on, Artist formerly known as TD
That's Yiddish, people.
Woke up, smoked some grass, ate some Pringles and Advil.
The Palomino was...bizarre.
The bar tab wasn't bad, but they have hiked the prices from $12 to $14 for a vodka. I may have to graduate to Butterscotch Schnapps.
So, I periodically talk and text with a girl from there when I'm at home. Exhibit B (on the right).
About three weeks ago she told me I should take her to dinner for her Birthday. I was cool with that and I made a reservation at Charlie Palmer tonight.
We were hanging last night and I asked her what the plan was...does she want to meet at Mandalay...meet at The Mirage beforehand and go together...does she want me to pick her up at her place. She says, completely out of the blue, "It depends, did you get me that purse?"
I have absolutely no clue as to what she's talking about. She says she sent me a picture of a Louis Vuitton purse (which never happened). This damn thing is $1300 or some shit and the only person I'd buy a $1300 purse to have dinner with is a 21 year old Diane Lane.
It was extremely awkward (and I was drunk, which is hard to believe) and the implication was that it's the purse or no dinner...so I said we shall be skipping dinner, which is totally fine...just weird shit.
I left the club around midnight.
Shortly after I get to Cortez, I receive this from a 702 number.
This was more bizarre than the conversation with Exhibit B. I haven't spoken to anybody on the phone from the 702 in months. Maybe Exhibit B gave my number to somebody to f with me (because he/she did get my name correct).
I gambled until 3:30 here at the casino. Only dropped a couple hundo.
I believe that your got referred out to a colleague that is willing to hang with a “dinner but no purse” level friend. Exhibit B probably even got a referral bonus.
'Ah, yes. What was it you said to me before? Yippie-ki-yay, motherfuck."
Yes I bring my own soap with me. Soap that looks like a lemon Jell-o mold. I personally enjoy the Jell-o that has the little fruits floating around in it (grapes, mandarin oranges, etc). How about you?
There are many reasons why El Cortez is my favorite place in Las Vegas. One being the quality of maintenance that goes on 'round these parts.
I for the life of me cannot believe I missed / didn't notice this yesterday:
Just like the name of my favorite album by the Dirty Rotten Imbeciles (better known as D.R.I. to you and me).
I won $27.
Checkout. Eat lunch. Go to Target. Go to Lee's. Check into Mirage. Drink & gamble all night.
Some epic updates as always. I also just noticed your pictures have names Uber, text, Cortez etc.
I wonder what SP stands for?
I had the same room a year ago. The peep hole wasn't punched out though. I liked their solution to the problem. My favorite part of the room is the tumbleweed light.
Ha I wasn’t thinking peeps. I just searched Palomino IG did that pic without success.
Great report so far. Will remain on the edge of my seat for the next week.
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