Update Request Part 2
Alright, so we left off bashing SPS. I guess it's only fair to talk about the embarrassing acts I committed now. Limiting alcohol was another objective of mine. Although, like many others, once I get rolling, it's hard to stop. 0-100 real quick..
Early into the grind, I had been talking with my 21 year old little sister. She knew I was allowed back into Foxwoods and was inquiring about a possible room arrangement for her friend who was turning 23, as I've done this before. Well it was her friends birthday and she wanted to do it kind of big and get suites. I had actually got this same girl a big 2 bedroom presidential suite for her 21st prior. Everyone had a good time that year and she was looking to do it again. So I made some calls and was only able to get a 1 bedroom suite with a connector for the Saturday night she wanted. Wasn't like the room she had with the piano, but still would do the trick.
That Saturday arrived and the girl was heading down to Foxwoods with about 25 people. Half girls, half guys. I put her name on the reservation, so she could check-in early. I headed down about 9PM that night with a few guy friends. Also a girl who had flown out to see one of my friends for some benefits. This has nothing to do with the story, but I found it amazing that this girl would fly all the way from San Diego just to get some dick for a few days. He claims he would **** her into a seizure, but this remains to be seen. Anyways, it was about 1030PM when we arrived and my sister had just called me looking to see where we were. I told her I was pulling in and about to check-in to the room so the comps would actually be in affect. Her and a few others had came down to meet me and we all went up to the suite. It can't be any later then 11PM and everyone I encounter is trashed. I can see why, the wet bar has about 10 empty alcohol bottles and an untold amount of beer/wine cooler empties strewn around the room. Furniture was moved, so beer pong could be set up and there wasn't actually many people in the room at the time. Now my intentions were to come down and have a few drinks, gamble a little bit, then head home with my friends I drove down with. So trying to accomplish the few drinks task wasn't going to happen in this room with almost all reasonable spirits tapped.
We decide to head down to the lounge for free drinks. We bump into the birthday girl and others on the way down and they say they're changing shoes for the club. Well we say we will meet them in a little bit. So it ends up being my sister, friends I came with, and myself going to the lounge. I was able to sweet talk us all in and got right to drinking. Patron silver's straight up for my buddies, wine for the tramp from San Diego, Grey Goose on the rocks for me with my sister following suit. The way I look at alcohol is I'm drinking it to get intoxicated. So why play around with all the extra mixers and such. Just excess fluids IMO. I'm trying to get right to the point. But that doesn't change the taste of straight alcohol(which I tolerate very well). I do like some flavor, so I made sure I had my MIO with me. It's marketed to be a flavored water enhancer. But I know it's really a flavored vodka enhancer. If you have not tried it, trust me, it turns vodka into Kool-aid with a small squirt. So we all make small talk, while putting these drinks down. I order one for me and my sister every 15 minutes. Only thing is she only drank her original. I get about 7 deep I think while mildly abusing the girl about flying cross country for intercourse. I tipped maybe $40 over the course of drinks which left me with about $1,960 of the original $2k I brought down(all in 20's too). My friends figured it was time to gamble, but with the b-day girl calling my sister looking for us, I part ways with my friends. My sister and I head to Scorpion Bar to meet the others.
Ends up being the standard scene IMO. Loud music, goofy dance moves(not by me) to get a laugh every once in a while, drinks, and guys gawking at girls. I did spend a decent amount of time undressing the go-go dancers with my eyes. Pretty hot girls at this place who really enjoy their jobs. I actually stopped to wonder how much they get paid to work this hard. I mean these broads were breaking into a sweat. For what, a $100 a night? I mean I could put them on my pay-roll. Anyway, I'm getting bombarded with drinks from all these girls that came to party. They are basically thanking me for the hook up on the rooms. Of course who am I to turn down a drink, especially from drunk 23 year-olds.
Eventually we stagger out and start heading back to the suite, I haven't been in contact with my friends and they aren't even in my train of thought at this point. It ends up being me and maybe 3 girls getting off the elevator, on the hotel floor. It's a long hallway and we have the suite at the end. One of the girls is complaining about the walk and her heels. She decided to make an executive decision in her drunken state. That was a piggy back ride would be much more luxurious and accommodating then walking in heels. With me being the most obvious candidate at the time, she gave short notice and lunged on to my back. With the factor of me being extremely inebriated, and the split second heads up. I went down, hard and fast. Face first just about I think. I end up smashing the bridge of my nose into the carpet of the hallway. I get up, and am bleeding at this point. It is a mix of rug burn and a gash just on the bridge of my nose. I start laughing and wiping blood as this girl is apologizing. I think nothing of it and just says lets get to the room, that I will take care of it.
I can only imagine how crazy I must have looked to the 10 or so party-goers in the room that I had not yet met. I came in, told them to turn the music up, grabbed the only bottle I could find and started chugging. It happened to be some fruity drink I wouldn't normally touch. Def some girl brought it. I go to the bathroom to try to fix this wound, and realize it looks pretty bad. I'm still ready to party so I try to think of the best course of action. I decide to hold a wash cloth to it and call SPS who I know is in the poker room that night. He always wear his Prada sun glasses on his head, so there was a good shot he had them with him. I figured they would mask the injury and I could go on with the night. Steve arrives about 15 minutes later with the glasses and I polish off the bottle. Now armed with these stealth glasses I am ready to gamble. I talk my sister into heading downstairs to look for my friends with me. Last thing I remember was walking down the hallway with these dark shades on and bumping into walls.
Next thing I know is waking up. Still pretty drunk and in only my boxers. I'm thinking WTF happened and immediately rip out this uncomfortable IV. I look around, and am laying in a hospital bed with the curtains closed. I get out of the bed and slowly walk over to the desk area. Its maybe 830AM and is very quiet. The gentleman at the desk is just reading a book and looks at me awkwardly. I ask him what is going on and where is my stuff. He tells me I was brought in last night and was being held for observation. He told me to go lay back down, that the doctor would be over to see me. I do that initially, but can't sit still. I feel like I am in jail and want out. I keep going up to the desk asking for my stuff and a phone. I get similar responses and am finally able to use a house phone. I make a couple calls, and both friends I call say they already went home. The doctor decides only to release me if someone picks me up. So I tell them to give me my stuff and call me a cab. They finally bring me my stuff. I pull out a Project Degen t-shirt covered in puke. Insta throw it in the trash. I put my jeans, belt, and shoes on. They give my my necklace, earrings, and watch. Then ask me to sign for $397! WTF! I question it and they say that's what I had on me. Whatever I want to get the **** out of there and sign. Then I realize I'm shirt less and ask if they have any spare shirts. I'm given a mother ****ing johnny. Whatever, I have drunken chills/shakes and throw it on.
Thirty minutes later the cab arrives and I had spent most of my time going through my phone to piece together the night. Nothing but missed calls and missed text of "where are you?". I managed to talk to my sister and she said she was driving home with friends. She said she was really drunk and that they took me away in an ambulance. I guess security came up to both of us because we were basically falling over trying to walk. She told them she had a room and escorted her back in a wheel chair. For me, I was taken out on a stretcher. I ask her if we gambled because I'm missing money. She didn't think so. Well I was given back $397 in about 18 twenties, and rest in mostly ones and couple fives. Educated guess is that, ambulance guy replaced my knot of twenties with ones, because where the **** would I get those anyway. Some illusion trick he must have thought would make my knot still look like a lot. **** it! I hop in the cab and pay the driver the $25 for the ride back to Foxwoods.
I hop out the cab at the hotel lobby and strut right in wearing a johnny with this cut on my face. The kids have checked out of the room, but I demand keys and am not given much of a hard time. They probably want to get me out of sight. I get up stairs and make some calls. I have a poker player buddy bring me an OJ and a bagel up to the room. I also call SPS and have him go pick up $2k for me and a t-shirt. Also another pair of sunglasses, because the pair he gave me is missing. Which sucks because I obviously have to replace them for him. Ended up just giving him a $350 pair I had, that I barely wear. Anyways, I need to get un-stuck on this beat the EMT put on me. So once SPS arrives I head downstairs to recoup my losses. With the new shades on, I am firing away on roulette. Playing whatever numbers I feel like and $100 splitting the zeros. I'm air-balling everything and take my last $1k of the $2,350 over to craps. Buy-in and just watch the shooter. He is rolling hot and I miss a couple prop bets waiting for a new shooter. This guy rolls the hard 4 twice in a row, and I can't take it no more. I just seen the sign from above. Buy the 4 for $400 and take the hard 4 for $400. Easy money. This guy is going to get me in the black in just one simple roll. He is hitting numbers in pairs over the next 8 rolls. I love to look for patterns in gambling(makes it more fun IMO). Then I seen it. Rolls a 10, waiting on him to pair I throw my last $100 on hard 10. Next roll is a 54. Hmmm. Odd, was supposed to be a 55. Whatever next roll is an 8. Well any basic arithmetician sees this pattern. 10,9,8,??.. Of course I keep my fingers crossed for the 22. He throws the dice and I see the first 2 land, then lean to see the other. at tha point the stick man quickly blurts 7 out! Filthy ****ing 5. I immediately storm over to the poker room stuck $4k and tell SPS to bring me home. Get dropped off and tell him I will see him on Monday.
This story seemed to drag much longer than I thought, so I am going to cut this update here. Will work on Part 3 for other things I wanted to touch on.
Last edited by Mike Haven; 02-12-2019 at 01:37 PM.