Editor’s Note: Our man Quell sent us this Spring Break story regaling his adventures in Las Vegas over Spring Break. Pretty wild story, so we’re running it. As always, if you have any rocking spring break stories (or stories of any kind) send them our way at mail@w2fy.com.
Our adveture began on Monday when we land at the Las Vegas airport and see our limo driver carrying a “T****S SWIMMING” sign. Some people where upset but it was quickly fazed out by the awesomeness and generosity of the act. On the way to our hotels we buy some booze and get hammered in the limo. While getting hammered we get a tour of the strip and are finally arrive at the Excalibur. After check in, I immediately start playing blackjack – I win $300-$400. We hit the strip that night, gambling at every casino in between, and I make another $300-$400. Hit Cirque du Soleil (Beatles LOVE), keep playing blackjack at the Mirage. Up another $300. My grand total: up $980.
On Tuesday I hit the MGM Grand with one of my friends, poker doesn’t go well, but blackjack once again lands me up $200 on the day. Up over a grand, I decide to drop $500 on a table at PURE nightclub in Caesar’s Palace. I got kicked out for being too slammed drunk and was pissed. I proceeded to drink myself to oblivion and smoke half a pack of cigarettes. In my blind rage I somehow manage to win another $200-$300 at O’Shea’s, Margaritaville and other smaller casinos. Eventually, I get to the Bellagio and place a ballsy/hammered drunk $330 bet on one blackjack hand. I ended up having to double down, $660 on the table – Dealer busts. Tuesday’s winnings: $860.
On Wednesday I spent most of my time hanging out by the pool, but still doing some gambling. I win another $300-$400 on the day at Excalibur and the MGM Grand. That night we go to LAX in the Luxor and still hot on blackjack – win another $200-$300. Three of my friends and I drop a total of $1500 on a table at LAX. We ended up buying three bottles and getting mad upgrades. You know how us ballers live.
To no surprise I started gambling the next day, I decide to stop when I’m up about $200. Now that I’m up somewhere around $2500, I decide to more or less stop gambling on the trip. I book a $1400 skybox table at TAO in the Venetian and get comped a Venezia Tower Suite. It was completely baller and I felt like the fucking boss. We get to the club and I eventually negotiate a table move to the dance floor now that my friends and I have collectively dropped $3000. I was partying next to Chicago Bears Defensive End Julius Peppers, who was celebrating a new $90+ million contract. Also, Sum 41 frontman Deryck Whibley, even the host of the nightclub was next to us. I was hammered and loving it and felt like nothing could possibly get any better. I hit up my comped suite and order $270 in room service. Lobster tail, crab claws, champagne – even some $6/bottle powerade for my hangover.
All I can say is that in Vegas, the money, the drinks, and especially the girls flow very easily. I just neglected to mention all the hookups or else this would have been too long and tedious. Honestly this trip was the best ever and I would not have done it any different.
Update: 3/29. I log into my bank statement and my “THE VENETIAN LAS VEGAS, NV” room service charge had disappeared. They comped my room service – the trip was over and was still getting better.
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