We took off from Vancouver on Thursday evening. Since we flew into Seattle first we took one of those old fangled propeller planes. It was my first time taking one. One cool thing about them is you fly lower so you can see a lot more of the buildings and ocean and all that on your flight. One con is the plane shakes like a leaf and is loud as hell.
After a quick stop over in Seattle we made our way to Vegas. Once we landed we were all in way too much of a rush to get the party started. First thing we did was buy sodas from a vendor and fill them up with vodka from the duty free. We took a quick cab to the Palms, dropped off our stuff and met with the rest of the dudes from Ontario. It was great seeing them all, especially Adam considering it was his stag.
Mike Scime had done a sweet job of setting up a limo to pick us up as well as bottle service at the club once we got there. We went to a club called Tryst at the Wynn Casino. I wish I wasn’t so shallow and vain but I must admit I did get a kick out of skipping the line, walking right into the club and finding six bottles of vodka waiting for us.
I wish I had been able to enjoy the night a little more but between being over excited to see everyone and a quest to get as drunk as possible as quickly as possible to forget a rough week of work, I ended up drinking my way out of the night by 1. In fact I went back to my hotel and spent a good hour and a half vomiting. I’m pretty convinced I had border line alcohol poison. Welcome to Vegas, Simon’s stomach.
More to follow.
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