LV Terry
Captain Flop'N Fold
Random observations:
Limos are almost always trouble
When it comes to peer pressure, I am horribly weak…. I can’t believe I topped off my last shot of Patron with Grey Goose so that “all the shots would be the same sizeâ€
Staying up all night is foolish. Doing it twice in one trip is just stupid.
Random nudity is cool.
The Patio at VooDoo is the coolest place in Vegas I have ever been. Being there with a ton of friends made it exponentially better. Scoring VIP, edge of the building, leather sofa furnished areas for free is indescribable.
When pulling the stay up all night and then tee off move, it is best not to fall asleep in your golf cart, or your buddies might leave you there, then heckle you from the next tee box to wake you up…
Buying your hung over friend a double screw driver can get him as close as possible to hurling on a green as you want to get. It will also make him miss that putt. Heh.
Going on a multi-hour black jack run with a bunch of your friends Rules.
We saw a guy sit down with Ten Dollars and turn it into Six-Fifty…. and then gave it all back… dumbass.
Best Exchange:
Me: Dude, being up two grand is a good night, let’s get out of here.
Blackjack: Dude… being up Three thousand is a good night.. I’m not leaving.
Having a bartender recognize you from one night, seven months prior, may or may not be a good thing.
Rockstar/vodkas or Redbull/vodkas will make you do some funny shit.
Having twenty friends in Vegas that know how to do it right is Awesome.
Being addressed as “Sleeping Beauty†because you took a two hour nap after staying up all night and then playing 18 holes (ok, 15 holes) is quality smack.
When you are hammered, taking a limo through the In-N-Out drive through is hilarious. Having the next stop be a giant liquor store because you’ve killed both the Patron and the Grey Goose might indicate you have a problem. Slipping the cashier twenty bucks and letting the two cops that patrol that store know that the next round of coffee/soda/whatever is on you, might be pushing your luck.
Repeatedly yelling “Bitch, Iron My Shirt†at your room mate will not actually get him to iron your shirt.
Having your “vows†announced on a rooftop in Vegas is, well, special. Thanks Mikey, I got somethin’ for your ass next …. eeerrr… that was touching.
Calling home when you are stupid drunk is funnier to you than it is to your spouse.
Drinking your breakfast will make you call out an entire bar full of Cowboy fans.
My friends rule. The ones I see all the time, and the ones that I only see a couple times a year when we converge on Vegas.
Thanks to everyone who made this trip so memorable.
Limos are almost always trouble
When it comes to peer pressure, I am horribly weak…. I can’t believe I topped off my last shot of Patron with Grey Goose so that “all the shots would be the same sizeâ€
Staying up all night is foolish. Doing it twice in one trip is just stupid.
Random nudity is cool.
The Patio at VooDoo is the coolest place in Vegas I have ever been. Being there with a ton of friends made it exponentially better. Scoring VIP, edge of the building, leather sofa furnished areas for free is indescribable.
When pulling the stay up all night and then tee off move, it is best not to fall asleep in your golf cart, or your buddies might leave you there, then heckle you from the next tee box to wake you up…
Buying your hung over friend a double screw driver can get him as close as possible to hurling on a green as you want to get. It will also make him miss that putt. Heh.
Going on a multi-hour black jack run with a bunch of your friends Rules.
We saw a guy sit down with Ten Dollars and turn it into Six-Fifty…. and then gave it all back… dumbass.
Best Exchange:
Me: Dude, being up two grand is a good night, let’s get out of here.
Blackjack: Dude… being up Three thousand is a good night.. I’m not leaving.
Having a bartender recognize you from one night, seven months prior, may or may not be a good thing.
Rockstar/vodkas or Redbull/vodkas will make you do some funny shit.
Having twenty friends in Vegas that know how to do it right is Awesome.
Being addressed as “Sleeping Beauty†because you took a two hour nap after staying up all night and then playing 18 holes (ok, 15 holes) is quality smack.
When you are hammered, taking a limo through the In-N-Out drive through is hilarious. Having the next stop be a giant liquor store because you’ve killed both the Patron and the Grey Goose might indicate you have a problem. Slipping the cashier twenty bucks and letting the two cops that patrol that store know that the next round of coffee/soda/whatever is on you, might be pushing your luck.
Repeatedly yelling “Bitch, Iron My Shirt†at your room mate will not actually get him to iron your shirt.
Having your “vows†announced on a rooftop in Vegas is, well, special. Thanks Mikey, I got somethin’ for your ass next …. eeerrr… that was touching.
Calling home when you are stupid drunk is funnier to you than it is to your spouse.
Drinking your breakfast will make you call out an entire bar full of Cowboy fans.
My friends rule. The ones I see all the time, and the ones that I only see a couple times a year when we converge on Vegas.
Thanks to everyone who made this trip so memorable.
~ Dino
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