There was no tiger in the bathroom. There was no Mike Tyson
singing Phil Collins. There wasn’t anything that needed to “stay in Vegas”. My
first trip to Vegas was certainly fun but nothing extraordinary. In fact, I would
say that people in New York City (my former residence) party harder than people
in Vegas.
But enough with the debates, here are the highlights:
Getting
Propositioned By A Hooker On The Casino Floor - It wasn’t even 10:00PM
yet and there were plenty of other patrons around so it was somewhat unexpected
to get approached by a hooker. I eventually told her that she was wasting her
time and then she moved on to the guy sitting on the other side of her. Overall, I felt
that it was a flattering experience. Sure she was a prostitute but she could
have given her sales pitch to ANY guy
on the floor. The fact that she chose me that early in the evening has to mean
something right? I mean, if you were a prostitute, wouldn’t
you want to choose a good-looking stud like me over some joe schmoe? (No answer needed. This is a hypothetical question.)
Clubbing At XS
– This is arguably the hottest club in Vegas right now. What makes this club
cool is that it is built around a fairly large and circular swimming pool so it
creates a nice ambiance. What isn’t cool is that the club was filled with douchey
guys wearing Ed Hardy/Affliction t-shirts. For example, when I was waiting in
line to get inside, a group of 5 douchey-looking guys standing behind me decided to buy a
table on the spot. They didn’t reserve ahead of time so the table would be more
expensive since all the lower-tier ones were sold out. The clipboard guy told
them the table would cost $3,000. After
a minute of discussion, I kid you not, the guys decided that it was worth the money for the
table because if they all got prostitutes, it would cost them $1,000 each or $5,000
total, so they would essentially be saving $2,000 by hooking up with girls at
the club. I prayed that those douchebags went home empty handed that evening.
Watching The Vegas Sunrise – I spent 3 nights in Vegas and watched the sun rise 3 times as well. Surprisingly, the city is pretty much dead by 5:00AM (and this was a weekend). Something about watching the sun rise over the empty streets of Las Vegas at 7:00AM is romantic in a clichéd sort of way. Or maybe I was just really proud of myself that I still managed to party till the sun came up at the age of 29.
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