I flew into a city for my best friends birthday last Friday. His name is Steve. He's going through a horrible break up and had a case of the birthday blues...
So a buddy and I flew in to get a bit of a crew going and cheer him up. We told him he wouldn't have to take out his wallet all weekend, it was all on us. He said he couldn't drink, he was too messed up mentally, he didn't wanna be super emotional. Fine, fine, but we're here to paaarty. I bought a bottle of Don Julio blanco, and some rum to start.
There were 8 of us going out to dinner, and five of us in my hotel room pre-drinking before dinner. The birthday boy wasn't drinking, but the 4 of us polished off that Don Julio pretty damn quick. It was time for another trip to the liquor store a few blocks away.
My friend, Devin, and I went by ourselves. He's the guy who flew into town with me. We went back for more tequila. I see a bottle of Don Julio 1942 behind a case, and I ask the worker to see it. I open the case and it looks so fancy, I just gotta try that one now. Devin calls me over, and I look over, and he has what looks even FANCIER. I do not remember the name but I'll get it soon, as we took pictures in the room later. It was $500 between the two bottles, but we didn't care we had a nice glow on.
We get back to the room, and a couple of the guys girlfriends show up. Steve sees the tequila and says he doesn't know what he was thinking, he's gotta try that tequila. Atta boy. I pour him a double of the 1942, and he slams it like a shot. It kinda set the tone for the night, as we were all slamming tequila clearly meant to be sipped. Cause we're ghetto like that I guess, lmao.
We head off to a pretty great dinner. It was at a pretty upscale place, and I'm not gonna lie I've got pretty cheap taste in food. I don't like eating at places that don't show prices, and have wine pairings. Guess I'm uncultured you could say. There were 8 of us in total, and four of us decided to flip for who paid for all four guys dinner. It included the birthday boy obviously. Wellllll guess who lost. Me, yours truly. A $700 tab between the four of us.
You know who also didn't care? Yours truly! The tequila was clearly working its magic. We head back to the room for more booze. At this point everyone is getting slammed drunk, and Steve is acting like he's having the time of his life. It's good to see actually, I didn't mind how much I burnt on dinner and booze. 5 of us guys head to the nearest casino right from dinner. The other 3 had to work early or had other reasons.
I took out $2,500 earlier in the day and told everyone that was my max for the night. That includes tabs, gambling, other bull****. We get to the casino and me, Steve, and Devin are playing roulette. The other guys are getting drinks, playing blackjack, whatever. At this point I'm getting reaaaal drunk, and so is everyone else. I've probably had like 12 drinks in not that long of a time.
At the roulette table we meet a couple of middle eastern dudes, and it is one of their birthdays too. Honestly I don't remember the little details, but I know we were all winning, hollering, and the middle eastern birthday boy was buying shots and drinks for everyone. They have a few women with them, and ask if its just us guys, and what are we doing after. Well that's our cue to get some women to join our group as well. One of my best friends, Kate, is like the best wingman you could ever ask for. She isn't in town, but saw all of our snapchats and said she had some friends in Van who like to party. Two of them are strippers! Ooh, ooh...
We hit these girls up and tell them we're all smashed at the casino, to come and party, have fun. We have nice room to go back to if they need to crash, etc. It's still kind of early at this point, and we make plans to meet up with those middle eastern dudes from earlier, and all go bar hopping and have an incredible night.
I'm up nearly $2,000, and just ready to have a great night. The girls are taking foreeever. I start pounding back alternating king kongs, burt reynolds', and tequila shots.
...And I'm sorry for rambling on with so much boring ****, but this is where the story gets ****ty. Because I blacked out from here on. The entire night, nearly. I remember being back at the hotel room with the girls for a bit, and that's it. That is my last memory. I then woke up in the drunk tank for the first time in my life at around 8 am. They didn't release me til after 2 freaking PM! It was miserable. I got my possessions back. I don't remember bar hopping, but we all definitely were bar hopping. We did meet up with that group from the casino. I guess I split up from them and staggered away from one of the bars, where I got picked up by cops.
I got my **** back, and my wallet was empty. ****ing great. Two month old cell phone cracked. Even better. I call Steve, no answer. I call Devin, and he said he blacked the fk out, and came to doing blow in our hotel room with a couple of those chicks and a couple friends. He said I wasn't there, so I guess I got picked up before then. He said he came to at like 6 am, and got the room for another night luckily. I was praaaying I somehow stashed money in the room, but that was a pipe dream.
I got an uber to the hotel, when Steve called. He said he had an incredible night, I guess he got lucky and got laid by one of those chicks and crashed at her place. He didn't know I disappeared I guess, cause he left with that chick when I was still with everyone.
Aaaand it got even better when I found out I maxed out my bank account, and withdrew another $2,500 at some point during the night. So I'm out $5,000 plus dinner, plus all that booze. Got back to the hotel and had the most miserable sleep of my life. Devin, a couple friends, and a couple chicks were still at the hotel. I kicked everyone out but Devin obviously in the worst mood ever, and crashed.
What should have turned into an absolutely amazing night if I had any self control, ended up being a fkn nightmare for me. Laying on a cold slab of ****in concrete for 6 hours in the drunk tank with a hangover from hell with some other drunk, moaning ****er on the other side of the room. At least the birthday boy had fun?
It is a **** ton of money for me, I can't believe I did that. Blahhh.