We left Friday afternoon around 3:30pm because every person that was coming to Vegas had bosses that wanted us to avoid traffic. They are very nice people if you ask me. I drove home quickly and was able to pack in about 2 minutes (way too excited).So I took some boxers, a nice button down, a blazer, linen paints, a normal polo, toiletries, and a swim suit. I figured this would be enough stuff for the two nights we were going to be there. The drive was fun because we had the car packed with the five of us. We behaved while in the car because we figured that it would be a wise idea not to drink while on Highway 15. We missed most of the traffic, but once we were 29 miles out of Vegas, there was a terrible wreck. We were stopped in that for about an hour and a half. Once we got into the city it took forever to find a parking spot at the Bellagio Hotel and Casino.
We eventually found a spot on like the top floor of the garage, and packed our backpacks/bags with alcohol that we had brought for the trip. Walking into the Casino is always really fun because the oxygen they pump in always makes me feel confident. I went to the front desk with Royce to check in, but they wouldn’t let the room go on Royce’s name because he wasn’t 21… haha. We got our room keys and made our way up to the room in the Spa Tower of the hotel. Our room was nice and large with three beds, so we had enough room for the six guys that were going to be sleeping in there. Right when we dropped off our bags, I was like; before I drink I want to go gamble for a second.
I took 200 dollars cash down to the roulette table and started to gamble. I put 200 on red, and it hit, so I took my 400 back to the room in a great mood from what had just happened. Once I got back, the people I was with thought that gambling was going to be that easy… wrong choice, they didn’t know that I was just lucky. We drank a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of vodka before we went down stairs to gamble and drink. By this time it was already 2:00am. We went to the roulette table where I had won my 200 bucks before. I showed them what it meant to have a little balls and put down the 400 I had won on black. It hit, and I walked away with 800 dollars. The people I was could not believe that I just won 600 bucks in two spins. They started pulling money out of their accounts and making the same stupid bets that I was making. They did not have the same luck as me. I did not gamble until the next night around 5 in the morning. I sat and watched Royce lose, 400; Sam lose, 500; Jimmy lose, 300; Peter lose, 1000; and as for Chris, that’s a completely different story.
He took out 1000 dollars, lost it! He then started to ask people walking past him if he could borrow a cigarette. The person that finally stopped to give him one was a nice looking lady. This is how their conversation went… I shit you not!
Can I borrow a cigarette?
Sure you can...Are you a Hooker?
Yes I am...
Let's go
-Chris Rittelmeyer
…So that was a very interesting thing to see. He walked back to our room with the hooker, and proceeded to do what you do with a hooker. After his little party in room 20605, he came back down to the casino feeling like a new man. He decided that it was a good idea to take out another 700 from the ATM (This now takes his total to 2100 in one night). He continues to gamble, and loses all of that as well. One night, down 2100 on a hooker and roulette table… absolutely hard to watch. The best part about this was, the next day, he didn’t remember the hooker, or taking out that last 700 bucks. Royce and I were the only ones that stayed awake all night, and went down to the pool around 8 or so. Royce past out by the pool and I decided that it would most likely be a good idea for me to do the same.
Around 11, I woke up to a burned Royce (because I had left him past out by the pool, hehe). Peter, Chris, and I walked over to Caesar’s Place to go down the mall and find something good to eat. We ended up getting a lovely meal at The Palm restaurant. I thought the one at Caesar’s was better than the one in Dallas. We had some beers and a few shots before we paid our tab. This made Chris feel a little better (towards the moral and physical hangover). We decided to gamble a little bit on the way back to our room, but I did no such thing… just watched from a safe distance. During this time, Royce, Jimmy, and Sam went to the pool at the Palms Hotel and Casino because the kids at that pool are more our age. Walking back into the Bellagio Chris and I decided to check out the pool. Peter left us, and we had a few drinks while sitting in some nice chairs. While down there we met some SAE’s from LSU, and took some shots with them before going back to our room. We went to the room and decided it would be a good idea to start drinking heavily because our dinner reservations were at 5:30pm at CraftSteak in the MGM Grand. We waited to leave until Royce and crew got back from the Palms… but once they did we had to haul ass over to the Grand because it was like 5:15 when we left. We walked the entire distance… not that bad, but it looked closer than it actually was.
We showed up around 5:40… and sat in this really cool area of the restaurant. I had a bottle of Hall Cab, which was really nice. We all ordered filets with sweet corn and mashed potatoes. The waiter apparently had a profile on me from the last time I stayed at the hotel because he knew everything about me. He brought only the cab wine list, he had five jaeger shots and one goldschoger shot waiting for us when we arrived… and to top it off, he asked me how the red/black betting was treating me at the roulette tables… it was really weird (but made me realize why I like that hotel so much). So we finished dinner and decided to get a cab back to the Hotel before we went to Club Pure.
I watched as people gambled a little bit on the way through the Casino, but it was terrible, people kept losing their money. After a short run there, we walked to Caesar’s Palace to go to the Night Club Pure. The line was ridiculous, so it was a good thing that we got a table in advance. We waited a few minutes before we were in the front, and once we got in, Jimmy Little (who is 19) did not get into the club… the look on his face was priceless. So the rest of us went in without jimmy and most likely had the time of our lives. We got two bottles of grey goose because we were splitting the tab between the 5 of us… wasn’t that bad. We made chilled vodka shots to take because, well frankly, I was there. We finished our two bottles too quickly and had to get another one before we sobered up. Once I was drunk enough I went and found a cute little number and made out with her for a little while… we came back to the table to find security yelling and trying to wake up Royce. He was not waking up, so Sam Cole took him back to the Hotel, and left for the evening. Once my girl saw how we truly were (alcoholics), she left my ass. Chris had met a very ugly girl that invited him back to her place… and he left with her (against our advice) and had some more sex. Pretty funny that he fucked two different people the two nights we were in Vegas… But whatever, he takes MVP of the trip for sure.
So the only people left at the club were Peter Chandler and I. He made out with a married lady for a while, but couldn’t get her to go home with him, so we left the club around 4:30. On the way back, I was feeling it again, and took out some money… I bet 300 on black (so Peter says) and it hit… I woke up with another 600 in my pocket. Great weekend for roulette! Peter and I had some breakfast (room service) to celebrate the win. Royce and Sam were passed out in the room, Chris and Jimmy were no where to be found, and that was okay. Chris woke up in that girl’s room in another hotel, and Jimmy woke up in the hot tub at the Palms hotel.
Royce and Chris flew home Sunday morning because they had to play a round of golf with Chris’s parents at 2:00pm. They actually made their 9:45 flight (which is a miracle). Royce lost his wallet and it was really hard for him to get on the place… while they were checking him to see whether or not he was a terrorist, he apparently got a violent nose bleed that wouldn’t stop. They made him take off his shirt and use it as a towel. He was now shirtless and bloody from head to toe getting on the plane… hysterical. Apparently he got applause from the other people on the plane, and they kept asking him how crazy his weekend was. So the rest of us checked out around 11:30, got on the road and headed back to LA. We went out the dinner was Chris’s parents at the Bel Air Country Club, and tried to make ourselves look presentable. I don’t think that happened because they made fun of us the whole time.
So that was our weekend in summary. Alex Huffty Griswold will be joining us next weekend, so get ready for another one of these emails on Monday… be sure not to tell mother and father how much money I won… and that Chris fucks hookers…
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