Las Vegas was crazy!

Wow, i barley made it out of Vegas alive but im back and now its time to give you the scoop.

So I arrived in vegas sunday after noon and headed straight for the xy7 party cause I’m a huge Colts fan and the game was already on(It was already 21-3 patriots too, not a good start). Started having some beers an got approached by Mike Krongels cousin Rick and one of his buddies. Deffinatley some really Cool guys! John aka I Like Cock joined in on the conversation too and after a few beers and learning a little a about ILC’s Rx affiliate stuff the game was over and the Colts acualy ended up winning.

After that we all decided we were gunna go get dolled up and head over to the Palms to go hit the playboy club(or try anyways). So we get to Palms and go straight for the club but we just weren’t lookin baller enough i guess cause they wouldn’t let us in!!( it was acually cause we were all wearing sneakers). After that we went and had some drinks with a bunch of other wickedfire members at the bar on the gambeling floor there. I don’t remember everyone that was there so i wont even bother trying to make a list.

Then with a couple shots of jeger and a couple beers in us we(not everyone but the initial peeps I cruized with) decided to try and go to ghost bar but they too would not let us in with sneakers. This led us to checking out Hart and Huntington tatoo from the show Inked. Well long story short…

I acually have to give a huge thanks to ILC for buying the tatoo, you the MAN! Anyways the tatoo is heavens gates and what it is is a momorial to my Dad who passed this september. Its supposed to represent him watching over my back from heaven and making sure i have the key to get in and be with him when the time comes.

With a sore shoulder and a couple beers to get my mind off of it we decided to ditch the palms and go party. Got in a cab and got fuckin schemed into going to the strip club(which isnt that bad of a thing). Heres the deal though, he said he would pay our way into the strip club if we wanted to go and handed us a 100 dollar bill (3 people $30 a piece). So we decide to go and the dude hollars over the other cab since there was 6 of us total and we head over. Payed the 90$ and cruized in, but when the other three of us got in they said they didnt have to pay!!! We found out later its all a scam and the cab driver gets that money back + some at the end of the night and ends up with a big tip! Bastards!

The strip club was awsome though. Saw some tities, sucked on a little asain strippers neck, and watched ILC molest all the girls on the stage haha(he even got away with slapping some girls ass pretty hard)! Well we left and somehow we only had 5 people instead of 6??

We tried to keep partying after that but nothing was going on so we all just sat at subway till about 5am and finnally decided to call it a night.

On Monday the partying started right after the conference was coming to a close for a day, woop woop, private Copeac/WickedFire party at the caramel lounge in the Balagio. To tell you the truth I cant tell you much about this night because after too many shots of patron and a few redbull and vodkas i was blacked out. Supposedly Rick was really fucked up too and we had to take him back to the hotel after getting escorted out of the Balagio. I might not remember but…pics dont lie so heres a couple from the night.

Haha that was the best pick of Chris Lingle I could get. He broke my camera when I tried to take a pic of his face!!

So somehow i ended up back at my room luckly and i puked all night and all the next day(not fun at all!!!)

Well there you have it. That was the partying side of vegas, wild fucking place!!! Anyways dont worry now I’m writing a post about what I got out of ASW so more to come. Comment you bitches!!