a sad sad story
the vegas bachelor party - the paramount of guys weekend excursions - gambling, smoking, drinking, women, strippers, hotel rooms, and nothing but 3 days to make sure and touch on every single one. However, i discovered this weekend that while every guy likes to talk about it, and many guys will attempt it - there are very few that can handle the Vegas Bachelor Party!
At 12:15AM, this past Saturday night I found myself standing on the bridge between the MGM Grand and the Tropicana, cigarette number 87 hanging limply out of my mouth. The watered down jack and coke sloshed around lightly as I walked towards the large green building, under the flat screen advertising the party inside at Club 54. It was early in the evening, i was wrapped in a good layer of drunkeness and i was pissed off. I was pissed off because I was last man standing, at a bachelor party in vegas, at midnight, on saturday...and did i mention we were in Vegas?!
14 hours before, when the day began i had high hopes of ending out the night in the clubs of Las Vegas, drinking, dancing, picking up questionable women - but instead most of the guys partied themselves out by 8PM. The strippers were no saving grace either, over priced they soon saw that we weren't the big spenders they hoped for (The Tropicana probably gave that away) and shunned us, leaving 30 minutes before they were scheduled to. The dinner that followed (half the guys went to bed) killed the rest of the party - leaving only me.
It was a slap of reality, it was a dissapointment, it was sad. I tried to salvage the night, staying out until 3:30, gambling and looking for some action, but finding none i turned in.
At 12:15AM, this past Saturday night I found myself standing on the bridge between the MGM Grand and the Tropicana, cigarette number 87 hanging limply out of my mouth. The watered down jack and coke sloshed around lightly as I walked towards the large green building, under the flat screen advertising the party inside at Club 54. It was early in the evening, i was wrapped in a good layer of drunkeness and i was pissed off. I was pissed off because I was last man standing, at a bachelor party in vegas, at midnight, on saturday...and did i mention we were in Vegas?!
14 hours before, when the day began i had high hopes of ending out the night in the clubs of Las Vegas, drinking, dancing, picking up questionable women - but instead most of the guys partied themselves out by 8PM. The strippers were no saving grace either, over priced they soon saw that we weren't the big spenders they hoped for (The Tropicana probably gave that away) and shunned us, leaving 30 minutes before they were scheduled to. The dinner that followed (half the guys went to bed) killed the rest of the party - leaving only me.
It was a slap of reality, it was a dissapointment, it was sad. I tried to salvage the night, staying out until 3:30, gambling and looking for some action, but finding none i turned in.
posted by Steddy at
11:00 AM
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