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Published: July 30th 2012
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12th July Chow night
Head banging, boy wanderer was no where to be seen, at least 4 piles of vomit in sight without getting up and unfortunately I was lying in one of them. The kicker is, I wasn't sick that night. So yes I had slept in one of the other lads sick. This didn't bother me too much as the feeling of an electric screw driver drilling through my head diverted my attention. Joe, check, Karl, check, Steve, on the floor but check. It turns out that Karl and Steve had been the first home and become chunder dragons all over the place. On the bed, on the floor, on top of Joe's suitcase, in the sink, in the loo, around the loo and in the bath. I would not want to be the maid that cleared that up. Suppose it's Vegas and they are used to it. Probably used to worse. I knew pretty much where Rich would be. Last night, long story short me and Joe walked into the girls room that we met and saw Rich there sat on the bed wearing nothing but bright orange hot pants and a stupid orange hat. He loses
so many man points from what little points he has for letting them use him as a toy Barbie. And of course he was loving it. It was a horrendous sight, Joe and I got spooked and ran from the room onto our own adventure. Anyway back onto today. Rich turned up eventually telling us stories from his night and how the girls were staying In our room during the day as they had to check out early after a rough night. Apparently one of the girls got friendly with a famous actor. I won't bore you with the details as he has most likely bored you with them in the last blog telling you every detail from wall colour to the feelings he felt when he met a new person or walked into a new room. We all headed down to the pool into the scorching near enough 40degree heat. This was nice heat though. This is heat that I could handle. Dry heat rather than humid heat. In New Orleans and key west it was like you were sweating none stop and moist constantly. In the pool feeling slightly better just chilling we see a swarm of girls
walk towards us. Fancy bikinis, big hats and big glasses, looked like posh girls. We thought our luck was in when they were about to hop into the pool. We were about to whip out some smooth lines and get chatting to them. This was pretty much until we realised when they got in, the large hats and glasses were covering up some from what we could tell 14/15 year olds. We were horrified with ourselves. If there ever was an inbetweeners moment this was it. Of course with 14 year old girls follows 14 year old boys. In mass they came bombing into the pool trying to show off to the girls the way young kids do. The sort of tease and be nasty to attract. To many screams and splashes for our hangovers so we got out and sun bathed. A fe McDonalds $1 burgers later it was almost time to start drinking properly again. Steve and I had been sitting on the 1c slot machines since 4 getting free drinks so we new this night would be a messy night. I assume everyone reading this is familiar with the famous comedy film set in Las Vegas "the
hangover". We have been referring to ourselves as the wolf pack and we needed to find ourselves a chow. This turned out to be the theme of the night. "our search to find chow". The night stated like last night. Sit at the 1c slots play every now and again and the ladies who love a good flirt will bring us any free drinks we desire. Of course we asked for the most alcoholic cocktails they had and the gladly brought out long island ice teas or Tokyo teas. Joe was sick again. We have a picture. It looked like he had been eating grass and soot. Two nights out of two for the big man.We stayed in our hotel casino for a bit but then casino hopped all the way down to the flamingo hotel and casino to where the night really got messy and we met the waiter of our dreams. Kim her name was. She was lightening quick at bringing drinks, she loved the banter and turned down all 5 marriage proposals we offered her. She was playing hard to get. She was about
45 so right up Rich's street after his exploitations in
Austin Texas. Anyway onto chow night, incidentally this is
where we met Kim. Chow night started off with the goal of finding someone who was of the Asian persuasion and looked like chow. This initial goal changed when we got drunk. It changed to let's get a picture with every asian person in the casino. We must have about 50 photos of us with different Chinese people. I'll upload some of the good photos. It's so hard to describe how funny this night really was. There is a picture of me and Rich on our knees "walking" through the middle of the casino and apparently we were singing the umpa lumpa song from Charlie and the chocolate factory. I have no recollection of this. I also don't know how we got there but there is a pretty good video of me spear tackling Steve into the front, main fountain right outside the entrance of Ceasars Palace. Apparently we thought swimming and wrestling in it was a good idea. Looked like fun. The part I do remember which was in one way hysterical but in another so painful at he same time. Rich wanted a picture with something I can't remember what with but he stood there in his usual
silly pose arms wide apart. Steve and I started running towards him to "get in the picture" as he thought. In actuality we absolutely nailed him and ourselves into a thorn bush/cactus bush. My top had holes in it and scratches on my chest and stomach and Rich was pulling thorns out of his bum all night. Steve just cracked his elbow on something. Unfortunately this one is not on video. Everything after this point is a wet blur I am sad to report.
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