The last time I was in Vegas (Another Bloody Bed Story)
Env's bloody bed pics brought this story to mind.
My quake2 friends and I take a yearly trip to either Vegas or Atlantic City. We've been doing it for probably right around 10 years now, well after we've stopped playing games with each other. We're F*CKING crazy at these things and usually end up getting into some sort of trouble.
We've slummed it at places like Binion's Horseshoe before (don't get me wrong, I love the place. Can't beat $5 filet mignon in their coffeeshop and really cheap craps/poker/drinks), but this time one of our crew got us 2 comped rooms at the Mirage. For those of you not familiar with Vegas, the Mirage is on the "nicely above average" scale of things as far as Vegas casino/hotels go.
So we do the usual. We gamble for hours and hours (CRAPS is our main game since it allows us to be insane and the casino just smiles about it), find a liquor store, raid it to sneak free drinks at the pool, and spend our afternoons at the pool (the pool bar average drink was I think like $12, not including huge tip for the reeeally sexy waitresses- she winked at me, she must like me, so I'll give her an extra tip and maybe she'll give me her phone number). The Mirage has this kind of "spring break" setup at their pool. There's a huge-ass hot tub that can hold 40 or so people, a weird curvy pool, a DJ/band platform, and hundreds and hundreds of lounge chairs.
So we're sitting in the hot tub making nicey with the friendly women who are cops from North Dakota. Me, I have my 8-shot-spiked (Bacardi rum, no hangovers) drink in one of the souveneir glasses from MGM to keep suspicions down. And I'm chattin it up with a decent looking girl, taking drinks in between. You know that bit of sage wisdom telling us to not drink and sit in hot tubs for long? Well, this time I found out why.
The last thing I remember is talking to this girl and one of my friends getting into a fight with some steroid head because he had thrown ice at one of the slutty bikini wearing guests who were hooching it up on the DJ stand. Then it all went dark.
I woke up alone in my hotel room. My hands were covered in sticky blood. The bed was covered in dried blood. Next to the bed was a hotel trash can with what looked like blood in it. I had no clue what happened. So I stood up, hobbled to the mirror, and started laughing. My face was of course covered in blood, but my eye was also completely bright red.
I was still pretty drunk, and all I knew was that I was really hungry. So in a daze I cleaned myself up a bit and called room service and had them send up chicken fingers. I scarfed them down so fast and was still hungry so I called again, for another order.
By then my friends came back from gambling. Here's what they said happened:
In the hot tub, they noticed that I was slipping and needed to get to the room to avoid an embarrassing accident. So evidently I agreed and got out, got my stuff, and started walking out of the pool area with them. I made it to the trashcan by the door to the entrance to the hotel (from the pool) where I unleashed an extremely forceful hurl on the trashcan. This type of thing happens, and I didn't make a mess, so we continued up to the room with no prob. There, I started throwing up with such force that a blood vessel in my nose AND eye burst, so I began throwing up and bleeding into the throw-up stream. With a devil's eye. My friends helped me out, fed me water, etc. till I was able to lay down, at which point I bloody-hurled half on the bed, half into the waste basket, and passed out.
The room service bill I got was for $75. 2 orders of the most delicious chicken fingers I'd ever had. Well worth it.
The eye after it started clearing up. If I find a pic of the full devil's eye I'll replace it.
