Vegas Weekend: The Bachelor Party/Hangover (Part 4)

My primary reason for coming out to Vegas that weekend was to hang out with my homie/coworker Blake who was going to get married at the end of June. His high school/college buddies rented out a limobus to celebrate his bachelor party and asked me to come along.


Cheers to you Blake. There are about 13 of us total in here. Pretty sweet ride.


I think I remember everyone's names... Ash and Sean.


Henry and Phil.


A little fun with a sharpie. Never leave home without one.


Lovely...


Dan the Man.




ASU alumni: Nick, Blake, Joe. Nice 'stache.


At this point, I've done about 5 shots of Jack, and 2 cups of Jameson. My memory is somewhat intact. The bus was driving around for 2 hours (which felt like 30 minutes) bumpin' some old school Snoop and Dre while we were all just drinking everything at the limobar.


The first stop of the night. Sapphire. Twice in a week? Sure.


'Stache-Off 2009.



Michelle and Crystal are the reason for my tweet of the night: "Just got a double dance at Sapphire. I really like just talkin to these hoes." (via Twitter). Nice down-to-earth girls.


Our limobus driver, Robert. He looks like one of those roadies for Kiss or something.



Here's where things get kinda fuzzy. I think we were at Sapphire for about an hour or so. Some of the guys are missing. I'm trying to tell the guys that we should hit up a club or something because we could get in for free somewhere. Henry somehow lost his shoes too. We gather up the troops and head back to Monte Carlo so Henry can get a pair of shoes. More sharpie action. Goddamn.


I remember being outside the Monte Carlo, but I don't remember taking any of these pictures. We took some of the alcohol out of the limobus. I'm not sure why, since we still had 2 more hours at this point.


Shady and Ash. This is my standard face when I'm drunk. I think it's because I'm thirsty for water.


Back on the bus. This is the point where I'm completely blacked out. I don't recall any of the events after standing in front of Monte Carlo. Blake said the guys were pretty much practicing WWF moves on the limobus. Stone Cold Stunner.


There were around 50 pictures of the guys just messing around. Someone went crazy with my camera.


Damn you cold or something Henry?


Stunner.


WTF?!



I was able to catch up with Blake on Monday. He was drunk, but didn't black out. Apparently the next (and last) stop was Margaritaville. I had $160 cash after leaving Sapphire, but had misplaced it the next morning. He thinks we used it to pay the driver. As we were walking, I was playing Punch Out with Joe and I slammed the back of my head against the wall and fell down (which explains the bump on the back of my head).

Then I sorta remember sitting down somewhere which I guess was the inside of Margaritaville. Blake said Dan ran out saying the cops were after him and they ran off, without me. This was around 10:30pm. My last fuzzy memory was standing outside somewhere...

The next morning, I got a wake-up call from Jasmine at 8:30am. This is a close of a transcript as I remember from that morning. No exaggeration.
"Jomo, are you OK?"
"Yeah... what the f*ck?? How did I get back?! WHAT THE F*CK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!??!"
"We thought you died. You weren't picking up your phone last night. Did you check your camera for pictures?"
::checks pockets::
"I DON'T HAVE MY CAMERA!!"

I woke up and checked my body. No rings. No broken bones. No medical bands. No piercings or tattoos. I still had my phone and wallet. What I did find, was that I was missing $160, I had scraped both of my knees, I had a few cuts on my hand, and there were stains all over my clothes (pause). I call Blake and Dan because they were calling me all night too. They at least had my camera! But they lost me around 10:30pm and don't know what happened to me either.

I checked the camera and I'm not in any of the later pictures. Sean and Phil had it the rest of the night. So I still have no accounts of what happened after 10:30. FML.

Rather than post up the random pictures that Sean and Phil took, here's a slideshow. Goddamn these pictures are freaking random! Phil looks super popular.



The last story of the weekend would have to be checkout. We left early so that we could make it back to Anaheim to watch the Laker game in its entirety. When Stephen was checking out, there was an additional $20 charge on the bill. It was accompanied by the following note from a bellhop:
"Tenant was too drunk. Could not pay for cab. $20 cash advance for cab fare. Escorted tenant back to his room." -left at 1:30am

I guess my night ended early. And I guess I'll never know what happened between Margaritaville and getting back to my room.


(Pictures via iPhone.) The next morning we got a quick bite to eat for the ride home. Claims to be the home of the best donuts in Vegas.


Lunch at Mad Greek.


This wasn't as good as the first time. Maybe because I was still hungover and wasn't as hungry as I thought I was.


The longest ride home without traffic.


What a crazyass weekend...