I think it's Saturday now, several had planned to come to G Ramsay but all flaked but one. One person had been all excited about it but just got too drunk. The one that didn't bail was a good friend who I hadn't seen much this trip. She's very beautiful.... but as far as personality, elegance, character.... she's hotter than a 20 dollar rolex . I hound her to hang out with me often if for no other reason, just so I can learn to be a better person from her. Sounds cheesy but true. Can't explain why or may not even know, but I had no desires to get on her either. We all used to hate those little Herbs who would be "friends" with a hot girl when any guy knew he would be all over her if she'd let him. I'm sure many think that about me with all the good female friends I have had. I am completely hetero and believe me, I've done my share of lustful stuff, maybe too much (for a Christian's standards anyways) and I guess that's why I think the way I do now, not letting the carnal urges determine so many decisions like it used to. I think we all get into a lot of trouble from that in many different ways. Between her and the other girl though, I will use my buddy's old line again "Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't kick her out of bed....unless she wanted to do it on the floor" - she may read this, I'm not trying to seem all honorable or impress. I'm just currently heavily caffeinated, being too detailed with the truth I guess.
Since it was just us, I decided it may be better to save the G Ramsay comp til later and asked her if she'd like to go to Prime instead. Someone gave me a hard time later about taking her to the same place as the other girl. I obviously responded with it's not like that anyways but it would be wrong to take her anywhere else knowing that it's the best, I wanted her to experience it.
I have always loved the Bellagio fountains, the music that goes along with it. That's why I love sitting outside, no other place can match that. It was a little chilly tonight but it was tolerable. The girl I was with was dressed to impress, looked better than a paycheck on Friday. The same hostesses were there, looked up and said oh, nice to see you againnnnn (as she sees a different girl) I am thinking they must think I'm a billionaire or something. The food was great, this may have been the 3rd time in a week I had the best dining experience I have ever had. Got the short ribs or something, it was good.
On the way out, after a few martinis had got into me... I told the hostesses I'm not a pimp or anything, me and both of the girls are just friends. It embarrassed the girl I was with a bit. I was kinda buzzed, in my mind I didn't want anyone to think bad of her so I just had to say something. I remember a long time ago I was with a friend at the Wynn that's really fit, nice looking, a head turner. I was known for heckling hookers a lot at that place back then. (never patronizing them, just messing with them, eventually telling them to clean up their life) She said everyone keeps looking at me like I'm a hooker. I said yeah, cause you're with my ass
My friend needed to go pee so I said go here to Club Prive, very nice bathroom haha. I used to hang out there a lot but its kinda dead these days.
The very first true friend I made in Vegas long ago works at Bellagio. She has always worried about whether the friends I make out there are trustworthy. I forgot to mention I introduced her to my female friend from home (who is extremely protective/worried about Vegas friends) earlier that week. When they met I laughed when I could see em both sizing each other up. It was funny and very flattering, blessed to have em both.
Since girl at Bellagio is always worried about my judgement in friends, I really wanted her to meet the girl I was with. She woulda knocked it out of the park, Bellagio friend was off that night though.
We got a few more martinis and I thought I'm gonna gamble somewhere anyways, might as well get these comped, won a little bit.
Walked around the conservatory a bit, (great experience, year of the dog, I like dogs) caught the tram to Aria, hung out there a minute. Did the same thing with the bar tab there. I'm usually a Red guy on roulette but I've got a buzz, saw she had a black dress on, went with black, it hit. One and done, drinks comped. I didn't want to gamble too much in front of her. Seems like it has made her nervous in the past. Obviously in Vegas, some people want to impress girls with gambling big. That's not me, afterwards I'm embarrassed by it when I'm around a girl I respect. I don't wanna hang out with any girl (more than one night anyways) that's impressed by degen gambling. I think it makes you look stupid playing big on a game that's -EV ...but yet I often do when I get to drinkin
If you have read my old thread with the hot blonde, Gus Hansen... I don't wanna sound like a hypocrite, I was just doing what I was doing normally and milked the situation that night, was pretty drunk.
We walked back to PH, had to take a break on a bench in Crystals because she was having trouble with her shoe. I felt bad for her ending up having to walk so much in heels that night. I know girls love shoes but she looked so nice anyways, wished she had worn something more comfortable... but pimpin aint easy I guess.
A hooker walks by, my friend comments on it so I go mess with her, acting like we were a prospecting couple. The hooker looked at her, got excited, said she will do us for free so we said well, why not?. We went back to the room, had a lot of fun for a while but then neither of us can remember anything after the hooker fixed us a drink from the mini bar. Woke up and she had gotten into the safe somehow, cleaned me out. Also a week later it started hurting really bad every time I went to pee..... just kiddin but let it be a hypothetical to anyone that wants to gamble on a hooker........ When I acted like I was interested in the hooker, my friend was embarrassed and said no, not me. Thats when the hooker got all excited and said, oh, you're alone? I then said well you just revealed you are thief, no thank you. Scram
Disclaimer again: to anyone that comes to Vegas with aspirations of getting a hooker... DO NOT mess with a "lobby whore" If they will screw you for money, they will definitely screw you out of money. There are way more thieves than hookers nowadays. I can honest to God say it's never happened to me, I don't mess with em but I have known people that have had some bad experiences. A whale I knew a long time ago had several 25k chips stolen from him. They will do something as simple as slipping you an ambien, let you pass out in the room.
She went home after that and I hated to see her go. I've always been a sucker for a charming girl. One definition of charm- the ability to make others feel good about themselves. I have also read a quote "all charming people have something to conceal" (not genuine) kinda like a crooked politician. Well, she has to be the most GENUINELY charming person I have ever met. All things aside, she has become a really good friend to me. Again, its possible she may read this and I'm not trying to be "charming" myself, just typing out some caffeinated self reflection I guess, probably part of the reason I write these.
I stayed up into the next morning, getting drunk. Nothing out of the ordinary I think, or maybe I just didn't take enough pics.
I still wanted to use the comp at G Ramsay, the next night a good friend said she wanted to go. A married couple she knew wanted to go also and got the tip so that was cool. They brought around this beef display that would give a vegan an anxiety attack
The beef Wellington is the signature dish, very good.
I'm not a big dessert guy but the ones there are impressive. What looks like a stick of butter is actually butter flavored ice cream. If you want an inexpensive, good experience there, I recommend just sitting at the bar, get a dessert.
These had some kind of liquor inside of em
Looks like I went to poker and obviously set into drinkin. The time stamp on this pic is 4:45am Monday.
I like to think most folks have a good time playing poker with me (or at least enjoy the loose play). One thing's for sure they either love me or they hate me. If you are a nit who does the headphone thing, never socializes, you probably hate me, but I doubt you would be at the loud atmosphere of PH anyways. You would probably be at a poker room I sometimes refer to as the library where a staff member or two hates me also.
I have yet to mention that I did not have what was even close to a hangover this trip, even with little sleep. I have to attribute this to
-taking vitamin b complex, milk thistle before I drink
-toting a pack of pedialyte powder all night, mixing in a water now and then along with a milk thistle
-taking vitamin b and milk thistle before I go to bed
- drinking a premium vodka (less additives) along with soda water (no caffeine, no sugar)
I think the milk thistle did the most as this was the first time I took it and the first trip with no headaches
This is the last night I'm in town. I slept til around 10 or 11pm in anticipation of being up for a very long time. My flight was around 5:30pm the next day and I planned on pulling one my last night. Walked to Aria to cash in some chips, on the way back on the bridge there was this drunkard who was hilarious. We went back to the bar at PH, later on we see the drunkard staggering along by his self. We called him up, he started talking his ass off, funny as crap. He saw me playing video poker, said he was a math major and wanted to play. I said why not. I looked over after a few mins and he was doing well, didnt pay it no mind. I started talking to someone, wasn't paying attention and before I know it he's lost big. I said well, let me get it back real quick. 25 a hand, lose lose lose. Ended up down about 500 so I got the genius idea of trying to get it back with one hand of black jack. Lose lose lose, ended up losing it all including my dignity and self respect. This was the worst session of the trip or maybe ever and I should have never been playing. I was gone a long time, my friend was very upset when I got back to the bar cause he was only there drinking since it was my last night in town. I'm usually good about handling the losses, not a chair tosser or anything and I always keep good manners with the dealers and all. This time I just thought I would tug at the collar of my shirt to relieve frustration, well didn't think it was possible but pulled a Hulk Hogan. Check out the bottle of milk thistle in the bottom of pic.
The shirt said boats n hoes. I loved that shirt, It was the shirt I was wearing the night me and the rapper "Nelly" got into it. The dealer always mentions I had that shirt on when he tells the story of what happened with me and that guy.
I literally lost my money and my shirt this night
It's ironic that it was almost that exact spot that my all time favorite shirt met its demise years prior. I told a hooker to find Jesus and she spit badly on it. After immediately drenching it heavily with hand sanitizer, the shirt was ruined next time I washed it
I started drinking and for the first time in a very long time, maybe a year I took an adderall. I guess my mood turned around because I remember playing more b jack around 7am.
I just looked back at my last TR out of curiosity and found this -
Kept on drinking all night. A good friend that works 3rd shift had come to say bye as I was leaving this afternoon, its morning time. Every trip I will tell her I'm not playing anymore black jack after she leaves so I went big on the last hand of the trip. I always seem to win when shes around.
That was the 2nd time I won the last hand of the trip when she was around. Being "stitious" and going by the things happen in 3s rule I planned on trying it again. I was playing with another guy, for some reason I had went all in on a hand 1500 I think. We both got dealt 16, dealer had 10 showing. Other guy stays on his 16. I always hit in this case but just before I made the signal to hit, I hear the distant laugh of my good luck inducing friend. Hearing that made me go against the grain and I said win or lose (no choice if I lose) this was going to be the last hand of the trip. I stayed on my 16, dealer flips over a 6, then hits a face for the bust. Hearing that laugh made the difference of having 3k in my pocket or nothing.
Between that, the addy/alcohol and mainly the big rebound for crypto that week, I wanted to pop the fancy champagne bottle. Make a memory, go home with a keepsake before I left. This trip was awful monetarily speaking but as far as making new, spending time with good friends it was probably the best trip I ever had. Me and a friend from home always used to stay up all night, then eat at Cafe Bellagio just before the flight to end the trip. The only direct flight to Raleigh has been in the afternoon the past few trips and I have enjoyed the day drinking. When friends got off work that morning we went over to Bellagio, took the champagne in my bag. The conservatory was even nicer in the daytime, beautiful. I'm not a big flower guy, but they are really nice and smell great. I have heard they spend 100k a week in nursery expenses. We popped the champagne at a cool spot there, then took it to the Cafe.
I'm not a champagne expert but it seemed to be pretty good. I didn't eat any of that sandwich, put it in a box and destroyed it later in the room. I may have been drunk but I remember that sandwich being wonderful. I got hooked on avocados this trip.
We all went back to the bar at PH, had a good time. I drank at that bar til the last minute. Ironically, the same friend from the last trip that I rode to the airport with was also catching a flight around the same time again.
Before I left I checked with the casino host to see how much I lost, it was bad. I asked for my avg. bet and he said eeek $666. If it had been a dollar more or less it woulda made a big difference in the near future since it factored in with a later decision. On the way to the airport I called home and found out what I had ahead of me. I was dreading it. I was very drunk and started saying screw it, why the heck am I gonna go home if I don't absolutely have to. I was really on the fence about it though. The limo driver said he had to pick someone else up and couldnt take me back so I said no prob, I'll just get on the plane. Later the driver said his next passengers were delayed and he had time to take me back. I pondered it again. I drunkenly said well I need to change that 666 anyways so I'm going back. The plan was to go back to the room and just rest.... spoiler... that didn't happen. Gonna finish soon
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