So I went out last night. Instead of the usual FreMo route, we went to the west side to the Rio and Palms. Parked at the Rio, and went in. Got a bunch of free passes into the clubs there, but we were there before they opened. So we got out stamps and chilled in McFaddens. Began drinking there. Moved on to the Palms to go to the playboy club. However, at $40 entry fee (with no military discount), we said fuck it and took a shuttle to the strip where we went club hopping.
Among the stops was Diablos. Those fuckers denied me entry last year, when I was 20. Well, while we were in there we say some 16yr old punk. WTF is up with, eh? Let some fucker in who hasn't even graduated high school let alone experienced anything outside it, but deny me last year? Gay. Also the whole punk/rock looking band playing rap/club songs. <_<
So after that we left and went into the New York New York. Didn't bother with Coyote Ugly because it's a pure cock fest and pretty beat regardless. So instead we went to the Irish pub there (I forget the name). Stayed there for a bit listening to the band and dancin' round with the folks and enjoying a pint. We left and staggered our way back towards the Flamingo to O'Sheas (anyone notice the pattern here?) and played some beerpong. Won two games then left and now stumbled our way back to the Rio.
By then the clubs were poppin' so we went to the one on the Casino floor. I forget what it's called but the pass said Karma or some shit. Unfortunatly all the free tables were full, and we didn't want to pay for a reserved one. So we bought some booze and continued on to the VooDoo, which is on the roof of the building. Thats where we stayed for the rest of the night. It's pretty much a blur, and all I remember is waking up in a room, my buddy no where in sight. Went lookn, he wasn't answering his phone. I go out to the car and BAM...there he is passed the fuck out.
And somewhere along the line, I got a new shirt last night. I don't remember, but hell...it fits me just fine.
Among the stops was Diablos. Those fuckers denied me entry last year, when I was 20. Well, while we were in there we say some 16yr old punk. WTF is up with, eh? Let some fucker in who hasn't even graduated high school let alone experienced anything outside it, but deny me last year? Gay. Also the whole punk/rock looking band playing rap/club songs. <_<
So after that we left and went into the New York New York. Didn't bother with Coyote Ugly because it's a pure cock fest and pretty beat regardless. So instead we went to the Irish pub there (I forget the name). Stayed there for a bit listening to the band and dancin' round with the folks and enjoying a pint. We left and staggered our way back towards the Flamingo to O'Sheas (anyone notice the pattern here?) and played some beerpong. Won two games then left and now stumbled our way back to the Rio.
By then the clubs were poppin' so we went to the one on the Casino floor. I forget what it's called but the pass said Karma or some shit. Unfortunatly all the free tables were full, and we didn't want to pay for a reserved one. So we bought some booze and continued on to the VooDoo, which is on the roof of the building. Thats where we stayed for the rest of the night. It's pretty much a blur, and all I remember is waking up in a room, my buddy no where in sight. Went lookn, he wasn't answering his phone. I go out to the car and BAM...there he is passed the fuck out.
And somewhere along the line, I got a new shirt last night. I don't remember, but hell...it fits me just fine.
tez:
That is an AWESOME shirt!!