Since I’m always pointing and laughing at the readers, I thought I would give back to the community and share my Vegas trip from last weekend.
Lets start off by saying I will never again goto Vegas without booking a hotel in advance. I wasn’t able to get a room at the MGM on the day I bought my tickets so I figured we’d just find one along the way. I was wrong.
I head over to my friend Patrick’s house around noon and we decide we’re going to try to make record time again (Deja Vu?). Shortly after setting the cruise control above 90, we hit a lovely rain storm. Rain tends to make people drive slow and I started becoming aggravated. Never the less – we still made decent time until we hit the strip. While on the strip, I got a spoof text from a clown I used to work with saying my order from GAY-Mart was ready to be picked up. I realized he was only jealous that he couldn’t come to Vegas for the man meat.
Being a good sport, I took this pic for him.
After a good hour we eventually found parking, got our tickets, and headed in the arena. Some guy from Studio 54 gave us a flier and asked if we’d go to Tito Ortiz’ after party. You bet your ass I wanna goto Tito’s after party! The $50 cover charge caused a small disagreement between Pat and I.
I was certain he’d change his mind after a few drinks, so thats exactly what we did as soon as we found our section. Within minutes I was hammered. That was about the time that I met my new best friend, Ray. Ray was as loud, if not louder than me. At one point Terry Etim was right next to us. He was hugging some of his friends and moping a bit after his loss to Rich Clementi. Totally understandable, I mean look at the welts on the back of his head!
Ray did not find this acceptable and started shouting “Theres no crying in UFC you pussy!” Ray quickly became my new best friend and we started betting eachother a few dollars on the rest of the fights. Sadly he won most of the bets and I ended up having to buy him a 16 dollar rum and coke. Heres some footage of our final bet right before Sherk vs Penn.
Quick Recap of the events that followed: Hot chick has her boobs hanging out but covers up right as the flash on my camera went off – damnit!
We decide to go eat at Studio 54 Cafe.
Got bored in line so I started filming hot chicks
Pat tells me “dude we should play Roulette and put $50 on red, it will pay for gas”. I throw a hundred on the Roulette table and lose it all in about 2 minutes. I hit small streak of luck and win most of it back.
I decide its time to hit Tito’s after party. The line was wrapped around both sides of the casino so we scrapped that idea.
We hit another club and I spot 3 hot chicks having a good time but they had a douche bag with them. I break the ice and hot chick #1 tells me its hot chick #2′s birthday. I insist we all do shots to celebrate.
Hot chick #1 tells me we should stay at the hotel they’re at.
Pat threatens to take my keys.
Douche bag doesn’t want us to stay with them.
We decide to sober up and head home.
Made it back to San Diego in under 4 hours, this was the view I saw while I was pulling in my drive way.
Felt like a train wreck for the next 2 days.
Note to self: Book a fucking hotel room in advance.