The Trip
I survived in Las Vegas. I spent a lot of money, I drank a lot, and … uh, I know we must have done some other stuff too. I think.
First of all, these are all friends of mine, some of whom I’ve know since elementary school and with the exception of only one couple, they were all people I’ve known for at least 12 years or more. They’ve been to Vegas countless times before this occasion and I finally made it. These guys are very serious poker players and spent the majority of the time at the poker tables. I gave it a whirl but was ousted rather quickly due to the rather astounding luck of another guy at the table. That and I’ve decided I’m just not much of a gambler.
The atmosphere is alluring and difficult to resist. The thought of paying for your trip in winnings is tempting too and I was doing pretty well on Saturday night. It didn’t last but I wasn’t surprised, that’s kind of how things are supposed to go.
The bachelor party was a typical one. We all piled into a limo after ingesting a couple shots of Absinth, a drink from Europe that is illegal here, or so I found out after Googling it today. It’s supposed to have hallucinogenic properties, on top of the rest of the alcohol we drank I’m sure it helped, but nothing was “moving” that wasn’t supposed to. I’ve been to a few strip clubs in town, even in Vegas before but this experience was nothing like any of those. In town, you basically sit on your hands during a lap dance and let the dancer slide around and such. At this place it was a little different.
I was just waiting to be ripped from the couch by a bouncer and thrown painfully into the concrete outside. These girls grabbed my hands and put them into places I really didn’t expect to find my hands that night. Their hands were in places that uh, surprised me to put it mildly. I was shown certain areas that you normally don’t get to see and well in general I was just shocked. I’m just a man though, I was hardly appalled. I was very hesitant and conservative relatively speaking and despite the antics of everyone else, no one was thrown out.
But, I still know that these women just want your money. I’m not sure the rest of the guys had figured that out yet. The best part was when a well to do married friend of mine, used all of his cash, hit the ATM two additional times, and then borrowed and additional $40 from another guy to pay back a dancer. He gave her $20, and then asked for one more dance...
My most exciting story? Don’t hold your breath. I made it back to the “dudes” room rather late and sufficiently intoxicated to think that I had lost my phone. I wandered the Casino for the better part of an hour, talking to security, my friends, random strangers, never even able to find the security counter. I returned to the room, rather perturbed to find my phone right there on the table where I had left it.
That’s about it. It was a learning experience for me in a lot of other ways, like I’m not a gambler and have a better definition of the kind of woman I eventually hope to find, but I’ll save that stuff for later.
Now, I’ve spilled on my trip so that means the Diva has to tell us about hers, even if mine was boring.
Jeff
First of all, these are all friends of mine, some of whom I’ve know since elementary school and with the exception of only one couple, they were all people I’ve known for at least 12 years or more. They’ve been to Vegas countless times before this occasion and I finally made it. These guys are very serious poker players and spent the majority of the time at the poker tables. I gave it a whirl but was ousted rather quickly due to the rather astounding luck of another guy at the table. That and I’ve decided I’m just not much of a gambler.
The atmosphere is alluring and difficult to resist. The thought of paying for your trip in winnings is tempting too and I was doing pretty well on Saturday night. It didn’t last but I wasn’t surprised, that’s kind of how things are supposed to go.
The bachelor party was a typical one. We all piled into a limo after ingesting a couple shots of Absinth, a drink from Europe that is illegal here, or so I found out after Googling it today. It’s supposed to have hallucinogenic properties, on top of the rest of the alcohol we drank I’m sure it helped, but nothing was “moving” that wasn’t supposed to. I’ve been to a few strip clubs in town, even in Vegas before but this experience was nothing like any of those. In town, you basically sit on your hands during a lap dance and let the dancer slide around and such. At this place it was a little different.
I was just waiting to be ripped from the couch by a bouncer and thrown painfully into the concrete outside. These girls grabbed my hands and put them into places I really didn’t expect to find my hands that night. Their hands were in places that uh, surprised me to put it mildly. I was shown certain areas that you normally don’t get to see and well in general I was just shocked. I’m just a man though, I was hardly appalled. I was very hesitant and conservative relatively speaking and despite the antics of everyone else, no one was thrown out.
But, I still know that these women just want your money. I’m not sure the rest of the guys had figured that out yet. The best part was when a well to do married friend of mine, used all of his cash, hit the ATM two additional times, and then borrowed and additional $40 from another guy to pay back a dancer. He gave her $20, and then asked for one more dance...
My most exciting story? Don’t hold your breath. I made it back to the “dudes” room rather late and sufficiently intoxicated to think that I had lost my phone. I wandered the Casino for the better part of an hour, talking to security, my friends, random strangers, never even able to find the security counter. I returned to the room, rather perturbed to find my phone right there on the table where I had left it.
That’s about it. It was a learning experience for me in a lot of other ways, like I’m not a gambler and have a better definition of the kind of woman I eventually hope to find, but I’ll save that stuff for later.
Now, I’ve spilled on my trip so that means the Diva has to tell us about hers, even if mine was boring.
Jeff
posted by Fej at 10:07 PM
9 Comments:
The last time I drank Absynth, I was violently ill at a very busy bus stop. It burns twice as much coming up.
You brave crazy stripper participant. LOL! Does that get it all in. :)
You did have fun. Did you notice on my new look the wine and the smut I'm reading, with a little birthday cake! LOL. Cute and me.
I have to admit that I don't really "get" the whole strip club/lap dance thing. Isn't it horribly frustrating? I've known men who aren't into it at all, for that very reason. If you went on a date with a girl who rubbed herself all over you and then said, "Ok, 'night!" you'd be pissed, right? But guys pay MONEY for something that used to be called "cock teasing".
(this isn't a personal judgement about you, Jeff...just an observation in general)
I'm really interested in hearing the part about the kind of woman you're looking for... doesn't sound like you found her at the strip joint. ;)
I think the allure of a strip club is the whole brashness of it all...perhaps im mistaken. It sounds like vega's strip clubs trump LA's. We were in holly wood at this "club" called "Crazy Girls", and lets say there was nothing crazy about it, it wasn't half nude, or full nude, it was NO NUDE. I was dumbfounded that such a place a) exsisted and b) made money enough to exsist, how could men be content for paying for women in lingerie and thats it? (read the earlier comment on brashness)
in either case, I really want to try Absynth sometime...
Evan, luckily I only had to taste that nasty stuff going down…
C, I did notice your new site but hadn’t seen the wine and stuff. Very cute of you.
Panthergirl, no I certainly did not find her at the strip joint. I think I’ve decided that I really don’t like those places, it was just that this particular place really surprised me. If I find this woman, I don’t think it will be at a bar or a casino either.
Shane, this particular place was definitely “brash”.
(Ah... the crazy mad synchronicity of it all... )
That milky green and tasting of licorice as dark and wet as a fever dream alcohol is none other than Absinthe. I've had the recent pleasure of partaking of it myself, both down Pirates Alley and further along Bourbon street.
Sometimes it makes people see bugs, giant brown ones, that scuttle across the cobbles, away from the claws of bored alley cats.
Or so I'm told. :>
Well, well, well...
Is it the after effects of the Absinthe, or has someone new made an appearance?
And, for the record, it really was a giant cockroach there in Pirate's Alley. I have a picture that proves it.
And Fej, our stories are amazingly similar with one exception...you were able to fly home.
My, my, my.
Whatta trip.
But what happens in Vegas...stays in Vegas right? They don't call it Sin city for nuttin honey!
You'll find the right woman when you're ready. You'll probably be needing to stop refering to your x wife as..."your wife" though! It might make the good women run the other way if they think you are still married.
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