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Seems like everyone is going to Vegas. What is the craziest thing you seen or have had happen to you?
Crazy vegas stories???
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Seems like everyone is going to Vegas. What is the craziest thing you seen or have had happen to you?
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Never been but I would love to go. Theres tons of Slots in Vegas.
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Never been but I would love to go. Theres tons of Slots in Vegas.
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came back drunk from club, went back to my room, found a hookker at the door. my boy was getting it in with her friend. i was about to smash her but trick wanted $150. that's gambling $ lol.
still got a hj for free n recorded it lol.
still got a hj for free n recorded it lol.
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came back drunk from club, went back to my room, found a hookker at the door. my boy was getting it in with her friend. i was about to smash her but trick wanted $150. that's gambling $ lol.
still got a hj for free n recorded it lol.
still got a hj for free n recorded it lol.
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heres a couple of quick ones. im sure others will have crazier stories.
My bachelor party last year. We were staying at The Hotel @ Mandalay Bay. The first night we were there everyone was completely trashed (as is usual). At around 4am give or take, some people started to drop off. We were hanging out in one of the suites (the main hang out one) when one of my buddys/groomsmen decided that he was going to go into the bedroom and go to bed. Another one of my groomsmen decides, F THAT, we are all goin back downstairs to gamble and cause some more ruckus. He walks into the room and a handful of our other friends follow him. I was busy lining up some of that recharge *%*@++ white in the living room so I didnt go. Next thing I know I hear a big thud. I was told that my awake friend grabbed the sleeping friend by his ankles and just pulled him clean off the bed, dropping the sleeping friend right onto his back/head. The sleeping friend took offense to it and immediately got up and tackled his assailant. Its worth noting that sleeping friend is your typical jock career military man/paratrooper type whos life revolves around sleep/eat/lift. So as the 2 are tusslin, one of my other friends yells out for me to come check it out. I walk in and see formerly asleep friend who has an anaconda choke locked in on idiot friend. I decide to jump in and break it up before he ends up chokin out the other dude (its worth noting that these 2 knuckleheads are also really close childhood friends who go back 20+ years). As soon as he lets the choke hold go, idiot friend gets to his feet and is super amped up from the tussle. For reasons unknown, he lets out this guttural yell and throws an overhand elbow strike right into the wall. Drywall as you know is not that strong, and sure enough he manages to put his entire elbow into the wall. The hole is probably 8-9 inches across and maybe 12 inches tall. Everyone in the room does the Chris Tucker Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn! Idiot friend then walks out to the living room and is about to punch yet another hole in the wall before I had to grab him and bear hug him and put him on the couch.
We finally manage to get dude to calm down and we hit the casino floor for a bit. Eventually people start getting tired and we head back up to the rooms to go to bed. Idiot friend apparantly was not finished causing a ruckus. Apparantly during the middle of the night (well full on morning now) he woke up and started sleepwalking. My kid brother happened to be sleeping in the living room of the suite where idiot friend was sleeping. He says he awoke to find idiot friend stumbling around the living room in the dark. Idiot friend eventually ended up in front of my brother (whos laying down on the couch) and begins to unzip his pants. My brother is like dude NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! as he barely managed to throw the covers over him to protect himself from the stream of pee that is raining down. After idiot friend finishes pissing on my brother, he walks over to the entryway of the suite and passes out on the floor. My brother who had tried to get back to sleep after ditching all the pissed on covers then hears the front door opening and shutting a few minutes later. He realizes that idiot friend (still sleep walking) decided to leave the room. Brother gets up to go get him, as it is probably 8-9am by now and other hotel guests are probably awake and walking through the halls. He opens the door to see my buddy asleep on the floor right outside the door. He grabs him by the ankles and drags him back into the room.
The next morning my brother comes into my room and as we are waitinf for everyone else to get up and he tells me the story about how he got pissed on. All the dudes in my room are dying from laughter. Idiot friend eventually wakes up and stumbles into our room. We of course start clownin dude HARD. He denies everything, says he has no recollection of any of it, and therefore he honestly believes he didnt do it. I then tell ask him, "eh man what you gonna do bout the hole you put in the wall?" He has no idea what I'm talking about. He responds with a ++$$ man, I didnt put no hole in no wall. Oh no? I get up and tell him to follow me to the bedroom and show him the massive hole in the wall. The blood from his face drains and dude looks pale. He honestly had no idea that he did that until I showed him.
Hotel eventually called us asking what happened, but they never charged us for the damages. To this day The Hotel @ Mandalay is my favorite hotel because of their stellar service.
Story #2
The wife took me to Vegas for my 30th bday last year (this was several months after my bachelor party). We were there with another couple (friends of my wife) who managed to get us hooked up with rooms, dinner, show, spa, club, the whole nine. My 2 closest friends (my best man at my wedding and idiot friend from Story #1) decide to meet me out in Vegas so they can celebrate my bday with me.
Its worth noting that my best friend/bestman at my wedding is a drunken maniac and on a regular basis his stories make idiot friend look like a tame drunk.
First night there (friday night) I am trying to prepare my wifes friends (who had never met my buddies) on how ridiculous my buddies are. After dinner we all meet up to go to Haze? at Aria. We get in the club and immediately start getting smashed. We are hanging out at the upstairs bar and eventually my best friend goes missing. Whatever, maybe he found some girl. Then my phone rings, its him. I can barely make out what he is saying cause hes so drunk, but it sounds like HELP! I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? I tell him, hey we are upstairs, just come upstairs. He says, where is that? I say, tilt your head up dummy, that is where you want to be. I hang up. 20 minutes later he calls back, and its more of the same. I'm too drunk to care so I just tell him, hey youre a grown **+ man, i dont know what to tell you, ill see you when i see you. Eventually Idiot friend decides that he is going to go look for my bestfriend. I tell him its a bad idea and that he's gonna get lost, but he goes anyways. That is the last I see of him too.
FFWD an hour or so later. We had left the club and I was at the craps pits at Aria when my phone rings. I hand it to my wife cause I am shooting. Apparantly idiot friend is also now lost and cant find anyone. My wife is like well I cant help you cause I dont know where you are, you dont know where you are, so I cant really tell you how to get to where we are at.
Next morning I finally get in touch with my friends who were staying at Paris (we were at Vdara). Idiot friend asks me "what happened last night?" All I can do is laugh. I tell him how he decided to go search for our other friend and thats the last I saw of him. Idiot friend vaguely remembers getting carried out of the club by security, and then security threw him into a cab. He must have had enough sense to tell the cabbie what hotel he was staying at. Since idiot friend was too drunk to pay the cabbie on his own, cabbie must have decided to pay himself as idiot friend woke up the next morning $100 lighter and no ID. Atleast he was smart enough not to bring his wallet out that night and only brought his ID and cash. (and the trip from Aria to Paris is just right across the street hahahaha). Oh well, no big deal. Typical "I got too drunk in Vegas" experience.
Now my bestfriend on the other hand, his night was a bit rougher. He doesn't know how it happened, but he "thinks" that he got lost and started wandering around and next thing he knew he was out at the MGM Grand. For those of you who are familiar with the strip layout, The casino floor/Haze @ Aria to the MGM Grand is not that close. The first memory that my best friend had was waking up on a bench in front of MGM. A bum woke him up and was talking mad smack trying to fight him. Apparantly my buddy had stolen the bums normal sleeping spot, and the bum was PISSED. Buddy was still bleary eyed, not really sure what was going on or how he ended up in that situation, but he said he was helped out by a good samaritan. He said there was this other bum who stepped up on his behalf and told the aggro bum to scram unless he was ready to throw hands with him. Aggro bum, eventually ended up leaving. My buddy checked his pockets, and phone gone, wallet gone, nothing. With no money, he then had to walk all the way back to Paris and finally made it back to his hotel room around 8-9am.
Since both knuckleheads lost their ID on Friday the rest of the weekend was kinduva letdown. They got carded several times (even though they are both 30+... Asian babyface FTL) and so couldnt really gamble much.
My bachelor party last year. We were staying at The Hotel @ Mandalay Bay. The first night we were there everyone was completely trashed (as is usual). At around 4am give or take, some people started to drop off. We were hanging out in one of the suites (the main hang out one) when one of my buddys/groomsmen decided that he was going to go into the bedroom and go to bed. Another one of my groomsmen decides, F THAT, we are all goin back downstairs to gamble and cause some more ruckus. He walks into the room and a handful of our other friends follow him. I was busy lining up some of that recharge *%*@++ white in the living room so I didnt go. Next thing I know I hear a big thud. I was told that my awake friend grabbed the sleeping friend by his ankles and just pulled him clean off the bed, dropping the sleeping friend right onto his back/head. The sleeping friend took offense to it and immediately got up and tackled his assailant. Its worth noting that sleeping friend is your typical jock career military man/paratrooper type whos life revolves around sleep/eat/lift. So as the 2 are tusslin, one of my other friends yells out for me to come check it out. I walk in and see formerly asleep friend who has an anaconda choke locked in on idiot friend. I decide to jump in and break it up before he ends up chokin out the other dude (its worth noting that these 2 knuckleheads are also really close childhood friends who go back 20+ years). As soon as he lets the choke hold go, idiot friend gets to his feet and is super amped up from the tussle. For reasons unknown, he lets out this guttural yell and throws an overhand elbow strike right into the wall. Drywall as you know is not that strong, and sure enough he manages to put his entire elbow into the wall. The hole is probably 8-9 inches across and maybe 12 inches tall. Everyone in the room does the Chris Tucker Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn! Idiot friend then walks out to the living room and is about to punch yet another hole in the wall before I had to grab him and bear hug him and put him on the couch.
We finally manage to get dude to calm down and we hit the casino floor for a bit. Eventually people start getting tired and we head back up to the rooms to go to bed. Idiot friend apparantly was not finished causing a ruckus. Apparantly during the middle of the night (well full on morning now) he woke up and started sleepwalking. My kid brother happened to be sleeping in the living room of the suite where idiot friend was sleeping. He says he awoke to find idiot friend stumbling around the living room in the dark. Idiot friend eventually ended up in front of my brother (whos laying down on the couch) and begins to unzip his pants. My brother is like dude NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! as he barely managed to throw the covers over him to protect himself from the stream of pee that is raining down. After idiot friend finishes pissing on my brother, he walks over to the entryway of the suite and passes out on the floor. My brother who had tried to get back to sleep after ditching all the pissed on covers then hears the front door opening and shutting a few minutes later. He realizes that idiot friend (still sleep walking) decided to leave the room. Brother gets up to go get him, as it is probably 8-9am by now and other hotel guests are probably awake and walking through the halls. He opens the door to see my buddy asleep on the floor right outside the door. He grabs him by the ankles and drags him back into the room.
The next morning my brother comes into my room and as we are waitinf for everyone else to get up and he tells me the story about how he got pissed on. All the dudes in my room are dying from laughter. Idiot friend eventually wakes up and stumbles into our room. We of course start clownin dude HARD. He denies everything, says he has no recollection of any of it, and therefore he honestly believes he didnt do it. I then tell ask him, "eh man what you gonna do bout the hole you put in the wall?" He has no idea what I'm talking about. He responds with a ++$$ man, I didnt put no hole in no wall. Oh no? I get up and tell him to follow me to the bedroom and show him the massive hole in the wall. The blood from his face drains and dude looks pale. He honestly had no idea that he did that until I showed him.
Hotel eventually called us asking what happened, but they never charged us for the damages. To this day The Hotel @ Mandalay is my favorite hotel because of their stellar service.
Story #2
The wife took me to Vegas for my 30th bday last year (this was several months after my bachelor party). We were there with another couple (friends of my wife) who managed to get us hooked up with rooms, dinner, show, spa, club, the whole nine. My 2 closest friends (my best man at my wedding and idiot friend from Story #1) decide to meet me out in Vegas so they can celebrate my bday with me.
Its worth noting that my best friend/bestman at my wedding is a drunken maniac and on a regular basis his stories make idiot friend look like a tame drunk.
First night there (friday night) I am trying to prepare my wifes friends (who had never met my buddies) on how ridiculous my buddies are. After dinner we all meet up to go to Haze? at Aria. We get in the club and immediately start getting smashed. We are hanging out at the upstairs bar and eventually my best friend goes missing. Whatever, maybe he found some girl. Then my phone rings, its him. I can barely make out what he is saying cause hes so drunk, but it sounds like HELP! I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? I tell him, hey we are upstairs, just come upstairs. He says, where is that? I say, tilt your head up dummy, that is where you want to be. I hang up. 20 minutes later he calls back, and its more of the same. I'm too drunk to care so I just tell him, hey youre a grown **+ man, i dont know what to tell you, ill see you when i see you. Eventually Idiot friend decides that he is going to go look for my bestfriend. I tell him its a bad idea and that he's gonna get lost, but he goes anyways. That is the last I see of him too.
FFWD an hour or so later. We had left the club and I was at the craps pits at Aria when my phone rings. I hand it to my wife cause I am shooting. Apparantly idiot friend is also now lost and cant find anyone. My wife is like well I cant help you cause I dont know where you are, you dont know where you are, so I cant really tell you how to get to where we are at.
Next morning I finally get in touch with my friends who were staying at Paris (we were at Vdara). Idiot friend asks me "what happened last night?" All I can do is laugh. I tell him how he decided to go search for our other friend and thats the last I saw of him. Idiot friend vaguely remembers getting carried out of the club by security, and then security threw him into a cab. He must have had enough sense to tell the cabbie what hotel he was staying at. Since idiot friend was too drunk to pay the cabbie on his own, cabbie must have decided to pay himself as idiot friend woke up the next morning $100 lighter and no ID. Atleast he was smart enough not to bring his wallet out that night and only brought his ID and cash. (and the trip from Aria to Paris is just right across the street hahahaha). Oh well, no big deal. Typical "I got too drunk in Vegas" experience.
Now my bestfriend on the other hand, his night was a bit rougher. He doesn't know how it happened, but he "thinks" that he got lost and started wandering around and next thing he knew he was out at the MGM Grand. For those of you who are familiar with the strip layout, The casino floor/Haze @ Aria to the MGM Grand is not that close. The first memory that my best friend had was waking up on a bench in front of MGM. A bum woke him up and was talking mad smack trying to fight him. Apparantly my buddy had stolen the bums normal sleeping spot, and the bum was PISSED. Buddy was still bleary eyed, not really sure what was going on or how he ended up in that situation, but he said he was helped out by a good samaritan. He said there was this other bum who stepped up on his behalf and told the aggro bum to scram unless he was ready to throw hands with him. Aggro bum, eventually ended up leaving. My buddy checked his pockets, and phone gone, wallet gone, nothing. With no money, he then had to walk all the way back to Paris and finally made it back to his hotel room around 8-9am.
Since both knuckleheads lost their ID on Friday the rest of the weekend was kinduva letdown. They got carded several times (even though they are both 30+... Asian babyface FTL) and so couldnt really gamble much.
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heres a couple of quick ones. im sure others will have crazier stories.
My bachelor party last year. We were staying at The Hotel @ Mandalay Bay. The first night we were there everyone was completely trashed (as is usual). At around 4am give or take, some people started to drop off. We were hanging out in one of the suites (the main hang out one) when one of my buddys/groomsmen decided that he was going to go into the bedroom and go to bed. Another one of my groomsmen decides, F THAT, we are all goin back downstairs to gamble and cause some more ruckus. He walks into the room and a handful of our other friends follow him. I was busy lining up some of that recharge *%*@++ white in the living room so I didnt go. Next thing I know I hear a big thud. I was told that my awake friend grabbed the sleeping friend by his ankles and just pulled him clean off the bed, dropping the sleeping friend right onto his back/head. The sleeping friend took offense to it and immediately got up and tackled his assailant. Its worth noting that sleeping friend is your typical jock career military man/paratrooper type whos life revolves around sleep/eat/lift. So as the 2 are tusslin, one of my other friends yells out for me to come check it out. I walk in and see formerly asleep friend who has an anaconda choke locked in on idiot friend. I decide to jump in and break it up before he ends up chokin out the other dude (its worth noting that these 2 knuckleheads are also really close childhood friends who go back 20+ years). As soon as he lets the choke hold go, idiot friend gets to his feet and is super amped up from the tussle. For reasons unknown, he lets out this guttural yell and throws an overhand elbow strike right into the wall. Drywall as you know is not that strong, and sure enough he manages to put his entire elbow into the wall. The hole is probably 8-9 inches across and maybe 12 inches tall. Everyone in the room does the Chris Tucker Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn! Idiot friend then walks out to the living room and is about to punch yet another hole in the wall before I had to grab him and bear hug him and put him on the couch.
We finally manage to get dude to calm down and we hit the casino floor for a bit. Eventually people start getting tired and we head back up to the rooms to go to bed. Idiot friend apparantly was not finished causing a ruckus. Apparantly during the middle of the night (well full on morning now) he woke up and started sleepwalking. My kid brother happened to be sleeping in the living room of the suite where idiot friend was sleeping. He says he awoke to find idiot friend stumbling around the living room in the dark. Idiot friend eventually ended up in front of my brother (whos laying down on the couch) and begins to unzip his pants. My brother is like dude NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! as he barely managed to throw the covers over him to protect himself from the stream of pee that is raining down. After idiot friend finishes pissing on my brother, he walks over to the entryway of the suite and passes out on the floor. My brother who had tried to get back to sleep after ditching all the pissed on covers then hears the front door opening and shutting a few minutes later. He realizes that idiot friend (still sleep walking) decided to leave the room. Brother gets up to go get him, as it is probably 8-9am by now and other hotel guests are probably awake and walking through the halls. He opens the door to see my buddy asleep on the floor right outside the door. He grabs him by the ankles and drags him back into the room.
The next morning my brother comes into my room and as we are waitinf for everyone else to get up and he tells me the story about how he got pissed on. All the dudes in my room are dying from laughter. Idiot friend eventually wakes up and stumbles into our room. We of course start clownin dude HARD. He denies everything, says he has no recollection of any of it, and therefore he honestly believes he didnt do it. I then tell ask him, "eh man what you gonna do bout the hole you put in the wall?" He has no idea what I'm talking about. He responds with a ++$$ man, I didnt put no hole in no wall. Oh no? I get up and tell him to follow me to the bedroom and show him the massive hole in the wall. The blood from his face drains and dude looks pale. He honestly had no idea that he did that until I showed him.
Hotel eventually called us asking what happened, but they never charged us for the damages. To this day The Hotel @ Mandalay is my favorite hotel because of their stellar service.
Story #2
The wife took me to Vegas for my 30th bday last year (this was several months after my bachelor party). We were there with another couple (friends of my wife) who managed to get us hooked up with rooms, dinner, show, spa, club, the whole nine. My 2 closest friends (my best man at my wedding and idiot friend from Story #1) decide to meet me out in Vegas so they can celebrate my bday with me.
Its worth noting that my best friend/bestman at my wedding is a drunken maniac and on a regular basis his stories make idiot friend look like a tame drunk.
First night there (friday night) I am trying to prepare my wifes friends (who had never met my buddies) on how ridiculous my buddies are. After dinner we all meet up to go to Haze? at Aria. We get in the club and immediately start getting smashed. We are hanging out at the upstairs bar and eventually my best friend goes missing. Whatever, maybe he found some girl. Then my phone rings, its him. I can barely make out what he is saying cause hes so drunk, but it sounds like HELP! I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? I tell him, hey we are upstairs, just come upstairs. He says, where is that? I say, tilt your head up dummy, that is where you want to be. I hang up. 20 minutes later he calls back, and its more of the same. I'm too drunk to care so I just tell him, hey youre a grown **+ man, i dont know what to tell you, ill see you when i see you. Eventually Idiot friend decides that he is going to go look for my bestfriend. I tell him its a bad idea and that he's gonna get lost, but he goes anyways. That is the last I see of him too.
FFWD an hour or so later. We had left the club and I was at the craps pits at Aria when my phone rings. I hand it to my wife cause I am shooting. Apparantly idiot friend is also now lost and cant find anyone. My wife is like well I cant help you cause I dont know where you are, you dont know where you are, so I cant really tell you how to get to where we are at.
Next morning I finally get in touch with my friends who were staying at Paris (we were at Vdara). Idiot friend asks me "what happened last night?" All I can do is laugh. I tell him how he decided to go search for our other friend and thats the last I saw of him. Idiot friend vaguely remembers getting carried out of the club by security, and then security threw him into a cab. He must have had enough sense to tell the cabbie what hotel he was staying at. Since idiot friend was too drunk to pay the cabbie on his own, cabbie must have decided to pay himself as idiot friend woke up the next morning $100 lighter and no ID. Atleast he was smart enough not to bring his wallet out that night and only brought his ID and cash. (and the trip from Aria to Paris is just right across the street hahahaha). Oh well, no big deal. Typical "I got too drunk in Vegas" experience.
Now my bestfriend on the other hand, his night was a bit rougher. He doesn't know how it happened, but he "thinks" that he got lost and started wandering around and next thing he knew he was out at the MGM Grand. For those of you who are familiar with the strip layout, The casino floor/Haze @ Aria to the MGM Grand is not that close. The first memory that my best friend had was waking up on a bench in front of MGM. A bum woke him up and was talking mad smack trying to fight him. Apparantly my buddy had stolen the bums normal sleeping spot, and the bum was PISSED. Buddy was still bleary eyed, not really sure what was going on or how he ended up in that situation, but he said he was helped out by a good samaritan. He said there was this other bum who stepped up on his behalf and told the aggro bum to scram unless he was ready to throw hands with him. Aggro bum, eventually ended up leaving. My buddy checked his pockets, and phone gone, wallet gone, nothing. With no money, he then had to walk all the way back to Paris and finally made it back to his hotel room around 8-9am.
Since both knuckleheads lost their ID on Friday the rest of the weekend was kinduva letdown. They got carded several times (even though they are both 30+... Asian babyface FTL) and so couldnt really gamble much.
My bachelor party last year. We were staying at The Hotel @ Mandalay Bay. The first night we were there everyone was completely trashed (as is usual). At around 4am give or take, some people started to drop off. We were hanging out in one of the suites (the main hang out one) when one of my buddys/groomsmen decided that he was going to go into the bedroom and go to bed. Another one of my groomsmen decides, F THAT, we are all goin back downstairs to gamble and cause some more ruckus. He walks into the room and a handful of our other friends follow him. I was busy lining up some of that recharge *%*@++ white in the living room so I didnt go. Next thing I know I hear a big thud. I was told that my awake friend grabbed the sleeping friend by his ankles and just pulled him clean off the bed, dropping the sleeping friend right onto his back/head. The sleeping friend took offense to it and immediately got up and tackled his assailant. Its worth noting that sleeping friend is your typical jock career military man/paratrooper type whos life revolves around sleep/eat/lift. So as the 2 are tusslin, one of my other friends yells out for me to come check it out. I walk in and see formerly asleep friend who has an anaconda choke locked in on idiot friend. I decide to jump in and break it up before he ends up chokin out the other dude (its worth noting that these 2 knuckleheads are also really close childhood friends who go back 20+ years). As soon as he lets the choke hold go, idiot friend gets to his feet and is super amped up from the tussle. For reasons unknown, he lets out this guttural yell and throws an overhand elbow strike right into the wall. Drywall as you know is not that strong, and sure enough he manages to put his entire elbow into the wall. The hole is probably 8-9 inches across and maybe 12 inches tall. Everyone in the room does the Chris Tucker Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn! Idiot friend then walks out to the living room and is about to punch yet another hole in the wall before I had to grab him and bear hug him and put him on the couch.
We finally manage to get dude to calm down and we hit the casino floor for a bit. Eventually people start getting tired and we head back up to the rooms to go to bed. Idiot friend apparantly was not finished causing a ruckus. Apparantly during the middle of the night (well full on morning now) he woke up and started sleepwalking. My kid brother happened to be sleeping in the living room of the suite where idiot friend was sleeping. He says he awoke to find idiot friend stumbling around the living room in the dark. Idiot friend eventually ended up in front of my brother (whos laying down on the couch) and begins to unzip his pants. My brother is like dude NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! as he barely managed to throw the covers over him to protect himself from the stream of pee that is raining down. After idiot friend finishes pissing on my brother, he walks over to the entryway of the suite and passes out on the floor. My brother who had tried to get back to sleep after ditching all the pissed on covers then hears the front door opening and shutting a few minutes later. He realizes that idiot friend (still sleep walking) decided to leave the room. Brother gets up to go get him, as it is probably 8-9am by now and other hotel guests are probably awake and walking through the halls. He opens the door to see my buddy asleep on the floor right outside the door. He grabs him by the ankles and drags him back into the room.
The next morning my brother comes into my room and as we are waitinf for everyone else to get up and he tells me the story about how he got pissed on. All the dudes in my room are dying from laughter. Idiot friend eventually wakes up and stumbles into our room. We of course start clownin dude HARD. He denies everything, says he has no recollection of any of it, and therefore he honestly believes he didnt do it. I then tell ask him, "eh man what you gonna do bout the hole you put in the wall?" He has no idea what I'm talking about. He responds with a ++$$ man, I didnt put no hole in no wall. Oh no? I get up and tell him to follow me to the bedroom and show him the massive hole in the wall. The blood from his face drains and dude looks pale. He honestly had no idea that he did that until I showed him.
Hotel eventually called us asking what happened, but they never charged us for the damages. To this day The Hotel @ Mandalay is my favorite hotel because of their stellar service.
Story #2
The wife took me to Vegas for my 30th bday last year (this was several months after my bachelor party). We were there with another couple (friends of my wife) who managed to get us hooked up with rooms, dinner, show, spa, club, the whole nine. My 2 closest friends (my best man at my wedding and idiot friend from Story #1) decide to meet me out in Vegas so they can celebrate my bday with me.
Its worth noting that my best friend/bestman at my wedding is a drunken maniac and on a regular basis his stories make idiot friend look like a tame drunk.
First night there (friday night) I am trying to prepare my wifes friends (who had never met my buddies) on how ridiculous my buddies are. After dinner we all meet up to go to Haze? at Aria. We get in the club and immediately start getting smashed. We are hanging out at the upstairs bar and eventually my best friend goes missing. Whatever, maybe he found some girl. Then my phone rings, its him. I can barely make out what he is saying cause hes so drunk, but it sounds like HELP! I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? I tell him, hey we are upstairs, just come upstairs. He says, where is that? I say, tilt your head up dummy, that is where you want to be. I hang up. 20 minutes later he calls back, and its more of the same. I'm too drunk to care so I just tell him, hey youre a grown **+ man, i dont know what to tell you, ill see you when i see you. Eventually Idiot friend decides that he is going to go look for my bestfriend. I tell him its a bad idea and that he's gonna get lost, but he goes anyways. That is the last I see of him too.
FFWD an hour or so later. We had left the club and I was at the craps pits at Aria when my phone rings. I hand it to my wife cause I am shooting. Apparantly idiot friend is also now lost and cant find anyone. My wife is like well I cant help you cause I dont know where you are, you dont know where you are, so I cant really tell you how to get to where we are at.
Next morning I finally get in touch with my friends who were staying at Paris (we were at Vdara). Idiot friend asks me "what happened last night?" All I can do is laugh. I tell him how he decided to go search for our other friend and thats the last I saw of him. Idiot friend vaguely remembers getting carried out of the club by security, and then security threw him into a cab. He must have had enough sense to tell the cabbie what hotel he was staying at. Since idiot friend was too drunk to pay the cabbie on his own, cabbie must have decided to pay himself as idiot friend woke up the next morning $100 lighter and no ID. Atleast he was smart enough not to bring his wallet out that night and only brought his ID and cash. (and the trip from Aria to Paris is just right across the street hahahaha). Oh well, no big deal. Typical "I got too drunk in Vegas" experience.
Now my bestfriend on the other hand, his night was a bit rougher. He doesn't know how it happened, but he "thinks" that he got lost and started wandering around and next thing he knew he was out at the MGM Grand. For those of you who are familiar with the strip layout, The casino floor/Haze @ Aria to the MGM Grand is not that close. The first memory that my best friend had was waking up on a bench in front of MGM. A bum woke him up and was talking mad smack trying to fight him. Apparantly my buddy had stolen the bums normal sleeping spot, and the bum was PISSED. Buddy was still bleary eyed, not really sure what was going on or how he ended up in that situation, but he said he was helped out by a good samaritan. He said there was this other bum who stepped up on his behalf and told the aggro bum to scram unless he was ready to throw hands with him. Aggro bum, eventually ended up leaving. My buddy checked his pockets, and phone gone, wallet gone, nothing. With no money, he then had to walk all the way back to Paris and finally made it back to his hotel room around 8-9am.
Since both knuckleheads lost their ID on Friday the rest of the weekend was kinduva letdown. They got carded several times (even though they are both 30+... Asian babyface FTL) and so couldnt really gamble much.
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We called a prostitute to "inquire", and she ended up coming to our room even though I told her I wasnt payin for nun.
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