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| We Rolled real deep to the clubs |
#9: DJ Booth at Body English w/ bonus story
Sept 2006 - Since this was my first time being in Las Vegas, I wanted to make sure of my surroundings so I wouldn't get into any trouble in a different city. Each night we would all meet since we pretty much stayed in the same hotel, and had a few drinks in the system before goin out to the clubs and enjoying ourselves.
The first night out, my friend got his wallet pick-pocketed, and while everyone else left back to the hotel, I was still in the club oblivious to the situation that was occurring at the time. After a while, realizing that everybody was gone, I tried to find the cab line to go back, but ending up in the parking garage and out on the street. Not really wanting to wave down a cab out at this point, I decided on a whim to walk about home, not really sure if I was going in the right direction.
After at least 30 mins later, I got back to the hotel room and kids that were in the room were shocked, asking where I was and thought I was lost and MIA. They told me I was a crazy fool for walking back to the hotel. It was then they told me the details of what happened at the club and why everyone left so early. Now I did feel bad that it happened to my friend, but I was too hungry to really care, and saw that they were eating some McDonald's, so I grabbed some fries and ate that, while my friend who lost his wallet was pissed about the situation. It was later found at the club with everything but the cash, but was a hassle for that ordeal.
That isn't the story that I wanted to share, since I was well aware of MOST of the action that night, but thought it was would be a good transition to what went down a couple of nights later.
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| This was outside the cab line before one crazy night |
It all started really while I was watchin some college football at the sports book in our hotel as it was Ohio State and Texas playing. My friends wanted OSU to win since it would win them some money. It was there they we met a gentlemen named Mike (as I recall) and he was a Texas Tech Alum, so he was also rooting for OSU. Apparently he runs an oil rig so he got rich off that. We talked and befriended him to the point where we later met up to go clubbing together later that evening.
We all where to try to get in to PURE at Caesar's Palace, but the line was ridiculously long and wasn't moving at all. We tried to see if we could tip the bouncers to get in or get a table, but they weren't having it. So we decided to go hit up Body English at Hard Rock Cafe. We rolled deep, so Mike was kind enough to buy a couple of limos for us to roll there. We got in pretty quick, which I didn't know at the time, but Mike paid for our bottle service and we had a table at the club, which explain how we got in considering there was a good number of "dudes' in our group. We had a few drinks there and everyone was having a good time.
A few of my friends befriended the DJ (shoutouts to DJ Dig Dug) from their previous Vegas Trip, so we were able to meet him up in the DJ Booth while he was doing his thing and chilled there. As I was chillin in the booth, there were a couple of girls that were tryin to get in the booth too. I remember one of them was wearing a boa feather thingy and well, that when the night goes from something to black, cause I really dont recall anything after that, but here what my friends would tell me what happened from that night.
One, our new "friend" Mike got bottle service for us, but none of us really knew what was going on as we too drunk to know better, which was cool, until one of his "clients" he took out was harassing our waitress, so we got the boot from the table. The thing is that he left his card there for a tab for us to use for drinks. Not that we would go crazy with it, but it would we use it had we knew at that moment.
The girl in the boa that wanted to check out the DJ booth.... well from what my friends told me, she was dancing all up on my as she was giving me a lapdance, and was at it for a good while. I barely remember even meeting the girl, let alone what went down the rest of the night. Had I been in a less drunken state, I would think that she was DTF and I would of taken care of that situation [pun intended], but it didn't. I would like to think she was at least cute, but I guess being impaired, I really dont know; however I would saw that she was "doable". Her friend was there too, but I dunno if she was involved in this incident.
Don't even remember anything that happened the rest of that night, or how I was able to get back. My buddies said we took a club back to the hotel. I woke up at around 10 am that Sunday morning, only cause my cell phone rang cause it was my mother calling me to check up and see if I was doing okay and not blowing my cash. I was still drained from the drinking the past few days, and a bit of a hangover cause I had to get up to pick up my phone. After I got off the phone, it wasn't til then did I realized that I was shirtless and saw a bit of vomit on the pillow that I was sleeping on. It wasn't that noticeable but still, pretty nasty. My friend who was sleeping on the other bed told me how I was making spitting sounds and might of spit on my friend who was sleeping on the floor next to the bed. I asked the friend on the floor about it, but he was also drunk himself, so he probably didn't even noticed, but I did feel a lil bad about it if I indeed did.
Although a few of our friends got into PURE as they met up with other friends, I had a good time at Body English with good people that night. While it could of been one of those "What Happens In Vegas Stays in Vegas" moment, it was a good experience, and surprise I haven't more of those nights in Vegas, cause I do drink like every day when I'm there.
That's that for Number 9 on my countdown. We got 8 on the way when I get around to it.
QUOTE TO GO BY:
"A man's true character comes out when he's drunk." (Charlie Chaplin)
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