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2918 drunk meetup

Vegas
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Denver
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Damn sorry I missed this get-together.

Not to worry, I love the Holy City so much, I shall be returning mid-September for a football weekend,
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WP, I`ll be back. Trust me
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Dear Booze Vegas Files, Part I
First Contact


Arty D's account of the Peppermill breakfast was pretty spot on. But, yes there were plenty more stories from the trip to the Holy Land of drinking.

There were eleven of us on this trip and we were not all together at the same places all the time, so the following accounts are only mine unless otherwise noted.

It's important to note who was in attendance. Patchez, Mrs Patchez, Artful Drunktective, Oettinger, and Nausea were all there. In addition I brought five of my favorite running buddies who never pass up an opportunity for a long weekend drinking in Vegas. They were Angel, Khan, Allen, Gooch, and Snyder. For those of you who have read some of my long winded drinking tales, you will be familiar with all of these guys.

Allen and Angel arrived in Las Vegas on Wednesday afternoon. They wanted to get a head start on the drinking and they wanted to go to a Decemberists concert which was taking place that night at the Hard Rock Casino. Side note, if anyone ever invites you to a Decemberists concert, always decline the offer, because if you go, the Decemberists will be there.

Patchez, Mrs Patchez, Artful Drunktective, Oettinger, and Nausea all arrived in Las Vegas at various times on Thursday morning and afternoon.

Gooch and I were scheduled to fly out of Fresno at 5:00 PM on Thursday. The flight is only an hour, so we would be in Vegas early enough to catch up with everyone else before they got too drunk to wrangle. But our flight ended up getting delayed for an hour, so Gooch and I ended up getting pretty buzzed on overpriced airport booze.

Khan would arrive on a later flight and Snyder would arrive on Friday.

Once Gooch and I landed and checked into our room at the Flamingo, we met up with Patchez, Artful Drunktective, Oettinger, Nausea, Allen, and Angel. They were all at The Stage Door, a shitty little liquor store/bar/casino located just around the corner from our hotel.

I'm not sure how long everyone had been there before we arrived, but they all seemed fairly undrunk. The night was still young.

Here are my first impressions of everyone. Some are very different than I imagined:

Arty D is a tiny little thing. And sweet as can be;
Oettinger is a big guy, and quiet. Much more reserved then when we are on the Skype. He's also VERY polite;
Patchez is exactly the way I imagined him. He's outgoing and friendly. Definitely a happy drunk:
Nausea is tall, handsome, quiet, polite, super smart, and very nice.

To be continued...
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Dear Booze Vegas Files, Part II
Let's Start Drinking


The ten of us began taking turns buying rounds of drinks. I dove right in with a Rum & Coke. I think Nausea, Allen and Angel had one too. Oettinger and Artful Drunktective were drinking Vodka with Sprite. Patchez had a Michelob lite and Gooch had a Coors Lite. The round was only $23. Nice!

Not sure how long we stayed there, because I was getting pretty drunk.

I do remember that when we left, some members of our group left the bar with cocktails in their hand. Generally, this is acceptable in Las Vegas. But not at this place. A huge security guard started yelling at them to come back. "you can't take thise drinks with you," he said as he bolted toward the door. I thought it was funny. So I decided to run interference. I noticed that the door had one of those tape measure stickers on the frame. You know the ones. Like on the doors of banks and 7-Eleven stores. They are there so the clerk can tell the cops how tall a robber is.

Well, I blocked the big security guy by standing between him and the door and asking him "hey, how tall am I?"

He said "six feet, now move."

I said "okay, let's see how tall you are..."

This gave our gang enough time to make it down the sidewalk and around the corner. They were in the clear.

I cought up with them and we made our way to the Flamingo.

To be continued...
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Dear Booze Vegas Files, Part III
Let's Get Drunk


We all gathered around the Cabaret Bar at the Flamingo. It's a long bar, with about 30 stools, located right in the middle of the casino. We all began to order drink after drink and began to quicky change from moderately drunk to realky fucking drunk. I have very little recollection of this time period with two exceptions:

1. Nausea and I decided to play craps. We found a table and put our money down to join an already-in-progress game. Nausea could not figure out where to place his money and forgot about laws of gravity, how to speak english, how to respond to simple instructions, and where we were. Boom. Just like that, he was more hammered than I thought. His money was gone in about four rolls and he left me to return to the bar.

I continued playing for about ten minutes. I know I won a little, but not much.

2. Khan arrived and joined us at the bar. He tried his best to catch up with the rest of us, but we were too far ahead.

To be continued...
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Dear Booze wrote:
Sun Aug 26, 2018 7:24 am
1. Nausea and I decided to play craps. We found a table and put our money down to join an already-in-progress game. Nausea could not figure out where to place his money and forgot about laws of gravity, how to speak english, how to respond to simple instructions, and where we were. Boom. Just like that, he was more hammered than I thought. His money was gone in about four rolls and he left me to return to the bar.
Oh man I actually kind of remember this. You were very gracious in tolerating my drunkenness, and I am happy to have had you as a drunken comrade.

Maths are hard when drunk. The pace at which that table was running was also ridiculously fast it seemed like. Let me savor teh gambool at least.
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Yeah and didn't Khan and BRIAN! say I dropped a bunch of shit in the gift shop? Totally don't 'memba dat.
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Nice write-up DB

This expirience drove me into thinking that without drink I`d set all the casinos aflame
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Artful Drunktective wrote:
Sun Aug 26, 2018 11:33 am
Yeah and didn't Khan and BRIAN! say I dropped a bunch of shit in the gift shop? Totally don't 'memba dat.
I'll get to that part soon.
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Please don't mention the 3 way.
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Denver was great, just great
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The 5 way?
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Dear Booze Vegas Files, Part IV
Let's Drink Everything


It was getting late. I'm not sure of the time. It was definitely after midnight, but I have no idea if it was 12:30 Am or 3:00 AM. I just know it was late.

Our group was dwindling as the jet lag began to drive some members to their rooms.

Patchez had done his homework and decided the rest of us should start checking his bucket list destinations off his list.

Patchy is a big kid. And this was his Christmas morning. There was no way he was going to sleep. And I wanted to watch him open his gifts from Santa Claus.

Patchez, Khan, Nausea, Angel and I headed down the street to a shitty lityle casino called Casino Royal. It's right on the strip, sandwiched between Harrah's and The Venician. But, somehow, it was absent on the day they handed out glitz and glamour. It was small, run down, and served as an attraction for those who are down on their luck. Perfect.

Right in the middle of the casino floor, we found a nice bar with a shit ton of craft beers on tap. I think this was the attraction for Patchez. I'm not sure how long we were there, but I'm sure it was over an hour. I do remember striking up a conversation with a couple of black chicks who I thought were cute. Looking back on it, I can't help but wonder how they really looked.

After some time, we left and made our way to a local's bar called Money Plays. We brought the black chicks with us.

As Patchez described in an earlier post, the place SUCKED. It should have been great. I could have been great. But it was not. I blame it on the bartender. He was a total dick who went out of his way to be a bigger dick than he already was. Yet, we stayed for at least two hours.

At some point, I think Patchez and Nausea disappeared. So did the black chicks.

Somehow I eventually made it back to the Flamingo, but I can't remember how or who I was with. Maybe Angel and Khan? Fuck I have no idea.

I was sharing a room with Gooch and woke him up as I arrived. The sun was coming up.

To be continued...
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Dear Booze Vegas Files, Part IV
Tiki Paradise


I woke up late in the morning on Friday. I felt good. No hangover, no nothin'. I did find a glass of half consumed Rum & Coke on the bedside table. That was nice of me. The ice wasn't even fully melted. I still can't remember where I got it.

I met up with Angel and Allen at O'Shea's for a few Irish Coffees and began texting the rest of the group. We were all heading to Peppermill for breakfast.

Artful Drunktective has posted that story, and I have nothing to add. She nailed it.

After finishing, we all made our way, by a collection of Ubers, to Frankie's Tiki Room. I love that place and really wanted to share it with the folks who had not experienced it before.

Frankie's is located several miles northwest of the strip. Patchez posted some pictures on this thread, so you can get a good idea of how unassuming it looks from the outside.

Once inside, you go completely blind. COMPLETELY! It is pitch dark and takes at least a minute for your eyes to adjust. Once you are able to move about without running into tables and chairs, you can absolutely appreciate the place.

The owner, Pete Moss hired tiki icon Bamboo Ben — grandson of tikidom founder Eli Hedley, who designed the exterior of Aku Aku and did extensive work at Disneyland — to do the interior, which is covered with bamboo matting, jungle and rainforest artifacts and much, much more.

The place is open 24-hours a day, and travel guides all tell you "you should, under no circumstance, visit in the middle of the day—save this for a late night stop once you’re already a few drinks in." I say "bullshit!" Day drinking in this place is the best. It's dark, cool, and a hell of a lot of fun. The drink menu is extensive with specialties like "The Bearded Clam", "Gilligan's Downfall, and "The Scorpion Bowl". And the list is organized by alcohol level; three skulls mean it’ll get you buzzed, and five means you need to find some cheese fries ASAP. If you shell out an extra $25, you can get your drink in a souvenir mug. Patchez did that and has posted a photo on this thread.

Once we were settled, I received a text from Snyder. He had just checked into his room at the Flamingo and was heading out to meet us.

For the next 45 minutes, every time the door opened and let in the light from the outside world, everyone in our group yelled "SNYDER". This became a theme for the rest of the trip.

Snyder showed up and we all continued drinking at the tiki bar for about an hour. And while I can't speak for anyone else, I was well on my way to getting shit faced.

To be continued...
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Dear Booze Vegas Files, Part V
Downtown, The Griffin and a Random Gay Bar


We all left Frankie's Tiki Room and headed to Downtown Las Vegas. It's the old strip, the place that WAS the place to be in Vegas before the 1980's, when giant mega resorts began to fill the desert south of the city.

Most of the Downtown strip centers around Freemont Street, a once busy Avenue which runs north from Las Vegas Blvd, between Binion's, the Golden Nugget, Las Vegas Club, and Four Queens before dead-ending into Main Street, right in front of The Plaza Hotel and Casino. But about 20 years ago, city leaders decided to abandon Freemont Street for vehicular travel, and opted to make it a walking mall with a three-block-long arched canopy covering the whole thing. Now, when visiting the "Freemont Street Experience", visitors are treated to live entertainment, celebrity impersonators, artists, freaks, and plenty of other tourists.

There were eleven of us, so we required three Uber cars. I arrived in the first one, but can't recall who I was with. The driver dropped us at the northern end of Freemont Street, and we waited for the others to arrive. A funny thing happened at that point. There was a group of protesters who were preparing to picket one of the small casinos for some reason. I was a little curious about what the demonstration was about so I stood near the organizer to try to get a look at their printed materials. All of a sudden, someone shoved a clipboard into my hands and told me to fill out the form. So I did. But I made up a name. I think I wrote down Johnny Carson. I would have started marching with the other pissed off people, but the rest of our group arrived and there was a lot of drinking to do.

The eleven of us made our way south to find The Griffin, another of Patchez's bucket list destinations. The problem was, when we got there, it was closed. And there was no sign indicating the hours of operation. But we had just walked about five blocks and were ready for a drink. Right across the street was a place called Red Sports Bar and Lounge. That would have to do the trick.

Before we were able to cross the street, an older couple approached us. "Well, hi there Allen," the lady said.

Allen turned and said hello in return. This couple knew Allen from back home. It really is a small world.

The rest of us crossed the street and started ordering drinks at Red. Allen continued his conversation with the old couple. After several minutes, Oettinger left the bar and walked back to Allen, kissed him on the neck and said "come on sweetie, we have to go." Allan and Oettinger returned to Red hand in hand.

Besides us there were very few people inside Red. But it didn't take long for us to realize that Red is a gay bar. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

About that time, someone looked outside and saw that The Griffin had opened, so we all migrated back to the other side of the street.

The Griffin was awesome. It's a large bar, about 4,000 square feet built in a beautiful Gothic Cathedral-style brick building with ornate artwork adorning the upper third of all walls, complete with deep reliefs of realistic figures watching over us with quiet dignity. What a fucking contrast to our drunken foolishness.

We found a nice back corner and continued taking turns buying round after round until well after dark.

To be continued...
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