Las Vegas…Well I’ll tell you what I remember about it and I’ll leave some stuff out…you know what they say…what goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas…I sure am happy for some of those stories to be dead, buried and forgotten.
The whole reason for going to sin city was to attend the Rugby 7’s. For those that don’t know what I’m talking about 7’s is rugby played with 7 players on each team, they have 2 x 7 minute halves but other than that it’s practically the same rules as rugby. Its fast, lots of points are scored and it’s entertaining. They have a circuit where international teams travel to different destinations around the globe to compete. I went to the Hong Kong 7’s back in 2005. It was magic! So much fun. Each year they have the Wellington 7’s in NZ and it’s one big party. I’d love to go to that one.
The Americans aren’t all that familiar with rugby. People know what it is, it’s played in colleges (mainly by women) but I wasn’t expecting a Hong Kong or a Wellington.
The tournament was played in a cute little stadium, very intimate, but really cool. We went on the Saturday and it wasn’t packed but the atmosphere was awesome. It was about 22-24c with blue skies and no breeze. Really nice weather man. Perfect for watching rugby and getting sloshed.
Typically at 7’s tournaments people dress up. I made sure I looked on the website to make sure we wouldn’t be the only ones turning up in costume. How embarrassing would that be. So we decided to go as red neck hill billies. We went to the Salvation Army shop and picked up some hideous clobber and I order us some fake teeth off the internet to ensure people knew we were red necks and not just fashion bandits.
Before we got to the stadium we first had to walk through the place we were staying, in our costumes, which was no big deal cause people were so wrapped up in gambling they hardly noticed us. Whew cause I wasn’t even drunk yet. It took us 40 bloody minutes to get to the stadium in a taxi that cost 40 bucks…expensive man.
So we’re walking towards the stadium and I’m not seeing a lot of people in costume, in fact I don’t see anyone and there’s a lot of people….how bloody embarrassing man. Even when we got in there, there were only a handful of people in costume. That sucked. But that didn’t stop us acting the part of a hill billy. Its really cool how you can hide behind some bucked teef and some bad clothes…it gives you a license to be a dick. Oh a few beers always helps too.
Not much else to say about the rugby actually. It killed a day, the standard wasn’t that great and we looked ridiculous so needless to say as soon as the sun went down we got outta there. Back to the suite!
Suite you ask……yup we managed to get a suite at the Palms. It was de-vine. Whoever says they don’t care where they stay in Vegas or if their room is shit because they don’t spend much time in the room obviously hasn’t had the privilege of staying in a suite. It’s something else I tell ya.
We had 2 rooms. The 1st and biggest room had 180 degree views of Vegas with floor to ceiling windows, a bath at the end of the bed, 2 massive tv’s, couches, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen with a bar and a fireplace….it was mac daddy man (that means really cool for those who aren’t cool). My room was similar but on a smaller scale and no bath. The beds were like sleeping on clouds, the shower was one of those rain showers, and the room service menu was top notch.
The only downside was it was a kilometre from the reception/bar/gambling/restaurant area. Not a great thing when you are trying to get back to your room at 5am drunk as a skunk. I made it to my room but not without incident. I fell out of my chair on the escalator (not the stairs one the walk along one) I was getting chewed up at the end of it. My ass was being grated like cheese as I tried to get back into my chair…the friendly security guard helped me out on this one…it gets worse but you will never know.
I’ll back track a bit here…..So we arrived Thursday night and had a massive night gambling and partying. I reckon it’s the best time to go because the clubs aren’t packed and there are no lines to get in. Friday night it was a different story. My mate Steve from Illicit Clothing was in town and he had had a nightmare of a flight so he left me around 8:30. I snuck off up to bed and absolutely crashed out. Yeah well I awoke to Zupan standing next to the bed, about to pull his pants down and do something very rude to me….I had paid the penalty for sneaking off.
I really didn’t want to get out of my bed of clouds but it was forced upon me. So up I got and didn’t return until 6am the next day….the day we went to the 7’s. It was a good night. It’s handy being in a chair sometimes as I didn’t have to pay the $30 cover charge to get into the club nor line up. Maybe they recognised me from such shows as Attitude…yeah nah aye. Anyway picture this club for a minute….not only do you pay big bikkies to get in, if you want to sit on the couches that’ll cost ya. The whole place was geared towards the ”beautiful people,” it was something to see. So many hot hot girls and I don’t mind saying some fairly handsome guys too. Out of my league though, yip no one was going near the redhead with the black Illicit teeshirt on.
By Sunday I was gone…the body said no more and I pretty much wasted the day and did nothing apart from pack and go to the airport. I couldn’t wait to get home.
So I’m glad I did it. Vegas is off my to do list. The last time I was there I was working and didn’t do the place justice…I sure as hell made up for it this time though. I gambled some and left with what I came with but I guess the highlight was hanging out with my mate Steve. After a few months of being away it was cool to hang with someone from home.
That’s all for now…no drinking now for a while and I’m happy about that.
Love and peace to y’all.
