Just got back from a mission trip to Vegas, tasked to do Vegas right. And I did, short of doing anything that I’d regret.
I’ve been to Vegas at least 10 times, but never to party, just with the fam. Needless to say, this time couldn’t be more different. Too many details to drop, but below is a recap of the first night.
Friday night:
· Leave SF: 8:15pm
o Let’s go let’s go!
· Land at LV airport: 10pm
o We’re here we’re here!
· Get to the Venetian and check in bags: 10:35pm
o Gotta hurry gotta hurry!
· Throw on new kicks and a vest in the lobby: 10:36pm
o I can’t believe I’m doing this
· Meet the crew in front of Tao: 10:40pm
o Let the games begin
· Get into Tao with bottle service at Tao Beach: 10:45pm
o A scene from Entourage – you get what you pay for (the pic doesn’t do it justice)
· Party hearty: All night long
o Need I say more?
· Wrap it up and crash at the Wynn: Some point in the morning
o Lost my phone in a cab and got it back – whew
That was just the first night.
Other general details: Stayed at the Wynn and Mandalay Bay, clocked in over 12 hours of pool/beach time, talked about politics-girls-business-fashion-media-andhowmuchweneverwantedtoleave, , averaged 1 alcoholic beverage every waking hour, went to 3 clubs over 3 nights, used Mix at Mandalay’s bathroom and had a view of the entire LV strip, was violated by a bachelorette party, found money in pants put there by mentioned bachelorette party, observe pickup artists in action (bizarre), never missed home.
All I know is that I want to go back. It’s not the ladies. It’s not the drinks. It’s not the gambling. There’s just something about the air. Yeah I know it’s fake. But if you don’t take yourself too seriously, let inhibitions go just a little, don’t think about the fat load money you budgeted for the sake of blowing, you can really get comfortable in the city of indulgence.
Bagas Vaby!
