What is the drunkest you’ve been in Vegas and will admit to

Okay, folks are sharing some pretty intense stuff here, so I'll go ahead and throw mine on the table.

This was I'm guessing 2010 or maybe 11. I came to town for my yearly guys' trip reeling from a very recent breakup, and probably already beat as I usually was working super long work weeks around that time. Of course nothing like that is ever a good excuse to get hammered, but being dumb, I was surely happy to start drinking beers early once I hit Vegas. (Can't remember now if I arrived early in the day, or if I got in the night before and behaved the first night.) Just beer after beer after beer (and I'm not talking about slow sipping, either), with no real significant breaks all day & night that I can remember...some paid for, probably a lot of the earlier ones comped at VP bartops. Not sure whether it wound up being a good thing or a bad thing that I never moved to mixed drinks or wine that day.

We stayed at NYNY, but we must have cabbed (or maybe Ubered if they existed at the time) up to downtown, since I remember doing that stupid zipline (first and only time I did it) with my two buddies sometime after the sun went down. Had to have been that smaller temporary one that they started with, I think.

At the end of the night, we were back at NYNY. Perhaps at that center bar. Maybe around 2 am, I was beyond dead tired and of course highly drunk, and I told those guys that I needed to go up and crash (not that it was news to them). I do remember getting up the elevator on my own, and that it wasn't so damn easy. But, after that moment, the next thing I remember is that I was sitting on the bathroom floor of our room in a very significant amount of blood with two paramedics asking me questions. Turns out that once my friend that I shared the room with got into the room, he found me face down & motionless on the floor in the aforementioned pool of blood...somehow I had either lost my balance, fell asleep on my feet, or some combination of those, went down, and cracked my head open right above the eye on something. We later surmised it was probably the toilet, from how the bathroom was arranged. Anyway, my friend honestly thought I was dead at the moment he found me.

I was actually reasonably alert and coherent from that moment on. Also more embarrassed than I have ever been in my life. I think with the paramedics having been called, they didn't have any choice but to take me to a hospital. I got a good number of stitches (can't remember the number) and possibly even some blood, but the memory fades. The people-watching in a Vegas emergency room at 5-ish in the morning on a weekend is something to see, I'll tell ya...

My roomie friend (one of my best friends to this day) showed up sometime after they started working on me. He told me the story that our other friend -- a Vegas virgin who had his own room -- had given $400 to a hooker not long after I had headed up the elevator...well, this gal apparently was on NYNY security's radar, and they immediately intervened & escorted her out of the property, leaving our friend both out of $400 and un-laid. After which he went into an immediate moral crisis, being a very religious (not to mention married) boy who was more than a little freaked out that he had let the "Vegas vibe" drive him to sinning. He also showed up at the hospital separately a little later than friend #1, equally freaked out about his & my situations.

So, what an extremely motley crew the three of us were, getting into a cab in the bright morning light at some generic small hospital in Vegas, me with my bloodied clothes (though I think I was wearing a hospital gown as a shirt), huge bandage on my head, and the beginnings of an epic shiner that would later cover a decent portion of my face. Friend #1 was pissed, between dealing with me & Mr. moral crisis...but somehow we muddled through the rest of the trip (I went out of the room basically only to eat for the remaining day or two of the trip). My scar looks like just another wrinkle now.

(Edited for one small typo)

 

Found a little video of me at the end of a LONG day in Vegas when we were staying at Bally's at the end of one of their very long hallways.

I took the long way.

http://dns1.dfcpos.org/Ballys.mp4

Not one of my finer moments on planet earth.

 

Puking out of a moving cab, nothing special, although at my ripe old age, I did put my seatbelt on first, so I’m responsible dammit!

I still half feel there was something shady with my drink. I recall a conversation…. The bartender gave me the wrong drink… I was fine… then I wasn’t. Never happened before and hopefully never again!

 

Travelling in the way back machine, going back to the early 90's and 2 buddies and I are staying at the New Frontier and playing $1 blackjack. We started playing fairly early in the evening and sat there for hour after hour with the goal of getting the $2.99 steak special in the coffee shop which I think started after 11pm.. As we got drunker and drunker, we started blurting out Dick Vitale lines depending on the outcome of the hand. " dealer's a PTP'er!" "He's a Dow Joneser!" I think we started making shit up at some point, En Fuego!, with Authority!" I'm sure the dealers were annoyed, but we were tipping so they let it slide until one of us blurted out "the dealer is a Diaper Dandy!" Next thing you know, dealer yells out "FLOOR!", pitboss comes over and he tells us in no uncertain terms, the night is over, go sober up. Never did get that steak special.

During this long stretch, one of the funniest things I've ever witnessed in Vegas occurred. Scruffy guy slides up to the BJ table, gets change for a $5 bill, loses 4 straight hands, gets dealt a shit hand against a dealer face card, grabs the $1 coin out of the betting circle and sprints out of the casino like his ass was on fire.

Good times. We went on a number of trips after that one, but it's still at the top of our list and the one we always bring up whenever we meet up.

 

Not so much drunk than the aftermath. Had a long indulgent night at Bugsy's bar at the Flamingo. Somehow managed to make it upstairs before dawn. Made it to the room and in bed and the entire room was spinning. Knew this was going to be bad and made it to the bathroom to pray to the porcelain god. Wrecked I just lay on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. About three minutes later the fire alarm goes off. Pounding, repeating, loud, just unbelievably resonant. I was sharing a room with a friend- one who doesn't drink, was in bed at 10pm, and is innocence personified. As I lay on the floor of the bathroom with the Flamingo fire alarm going off every 10 seconds she starts pounding on the bathroom door asking if I was ok, if we were all going to die, what we needed to do, etc. Meanwhile the Flamingo is sending out updates that no one knows what's wrong to stay tuned. I just want to take a long nap on the cool tile of the Flamingo bathroom yet I can't due to fire alarms, loudspeakers, and my scared friend. Finally the alarm goes off, I convince her I'm barely alive, and I crawl back to bed. I'm telling you the Flamingo fire alarm can wake the dead.

 

One of the reasons for loving Las Vegas so much is that it allows me to make terrible decisions while keeping me safe. Of the long list of terrible mistakes, one was mistaking the room and bathroom door in the middle of the night.

To my disgrace, I still did what I needed to do, just used a hallway corner. Then I realized that I slept naked and now was that way in the middle of a random hallway at the Aria.

By that time, I also couldn’t find my room easily anymore and did, what I considered in hindsight, the most disgusting thing. I found a soiled towel and wrapped it around me and walking aimlessly searching for my room. Anyone who even stayed there knows that there are no more confusion hallways than Aria's.

I don’t think anyone saw me and when I finally found my room, the door had not fully closed. I still can’t believe my luck at the end.

The next morning, I first assumed it was a dream until I saw the towel with ketchup stains and other food residues on it.

I never spoke of it, but this feed brought back memories. Think of me next time you catch a 'funny' whiff when walking the corridors….

 

Two stories that I was there for but luckily was not me:


Friend Squinty had been into the scotch pretty heavily. Made the mistake of inviting him over to play VP at Bugsy's bar. My bartender aquaintance was on and poured him probably a triple. He drank half of it and it was obvious that things were headed south. We cashed him out and decided I needed to walk him "home" to the Westin. Not a far walk from the Flamingo. He's kind of leaning on me as we make our way to the escalator. We make it outside and he loudly announces he can't do curbs. He tells a half dozen club chicks that he can no longer walk because of curbs. We aren't making it walking to the Westin. I manage to get us to the cab stand and sheepishly tell the cabbie we need to go to the westin and I'll make it worth his while. Cabbie is cool, drives us a 1/4 mile and I ask him to wait. Walk Squinty to his room (sweet jesus glad he knew where to go). We make it there, he hugs me, and collapses in bed. I make it back to the cab, return to flamingo, give the cabby 50-100 because im embarassed and not quite sober, and I resume my post at Bugsy's bar. Squinty does not remember the night. He did, however, manage to hit a quad in his like 5 hands he played at Bugsy's.


Not me but maybe the drunkest person I've seen in Vegas. Playing 2-4 limit poker at the (RIP) Imperial Palace Poker room. For some reason we are still playing 3 handed. Drunk guy to my right literally throwing chips into each pot. Dealer is getting tipped well so puts up with the shenanigans. HIs phone rings and it's his daughter. He doesn't know where he is and hands me the phone. MInd you I'm not sober but I have to try to tell this stranger's daughter that her dad is shit-faced, throwing dollar chips at the dealer, and is telling everyone "I like the cut of your jib." I somehow hang up with the daughter and security shows up with a wheelchair. They load him up and he hands half his stack to the guy pushing the chair and the other half to the dealer. He then semi turns around to the guy behind him and says "woooooooooooooooo you're a tall one!" and then giggles as they roll him out.

 

Another story - we’re downtown in the early 2000s when Mermaids was in full force. Walk in the door, they put beads around your neck (so they know who’s been there) and take your (usually very strong) drink order. You pretend to ‘play’ while they continue to bring strong drinks. The drawings are every 30 minutes (or so) ..,., it takes awhile. My friend, after numerous drinks phones his son in BC and asks if he can pick him up to drive to the hotel. The (sober) son laughs and tells him to talk to his brother, who is standing right beside him. I believe we made it safely to wherever we were going ….

GG

 

I told the story in this thread of rescuing a drunk guy in the hallway who did the same thing. It would have been hysterical if that was you.

 

happened to a friends friend while I was present...years back in July around the 4th when they had an earthquake 2 days in a row. my friend who use to live in Vegas was in town to guest bartend, we meet up and hanging out. later that night, he gets a call from someone who works near my house, he was at the NBA game Pels vs lakers when the earthquake cracked the court. anyway they cancelled the rest of the game and we all meet up.

we meet up with another friend Chill Will that drinks Jager like its water and functions normal. so the hometown friend we met up with is giving Will a hard time about needing to get a drink, (he had half a large cup of jager), something happened where he challenged Will to drink and he kept telling him no till he had enough. we tried our best to talk him out of it. Will gives him the half cup of Jager and gets himself a full cup and the night is on.

we start at Carnaval Court, hit several bars down the strip, stop in talk with the bartenders we know. they get a cup of Jager, next bar same thing. we end up back at Carnaval, my friend took the hometown friends keys earlier and we are watching him forcefully move between couples on the dance floor to dance with the women.

we finally got to a point we needed to get him home, walked to Paris where my friend had his car parked, we get in and all the hometown friend could mutter was the name of a bar, thats where the home he was staying was next to, I google the bar and we are on the way. he kept telling through the night that he had a poker tournament early at Rio that he was attending, we agreed he wasnt making it.

we get him home somewhere around 2-3am way out in Henderson. late the next day he eventually text my friend that he never made it to Rio, he didnt know how he got home and couldnt find his car, lol

we never seen or heard from him again other than his face was used online for winning a poker completion lol

 

My memory was blurry, but I do not think I interacted with anyone in that state. It is, however, possible, that someone saw me. That you for rescuing the other guy. If that happened to, the shame of the event would have been even worse for me. I put a chair in front of the door for a few years after this, forcing me towards the bathroom. Then I got old and stopped drinking heavily

 

We’re can you get a correct Singapore sling? I have tried many places and they look at me like I’m crazy!

 

Well, that was 50 years ago, lol. Agreed, not found in too many bars these days.

GG

 

Something tells me this trip will be the one where I have a personal story to add to this thread. So possibly stay tuned!

I also have witnessed someone else mistake the door to the hall for the bathroom door. Back when Park MGM was the Monte Carlo my friends and I were leaving the room and saw a guy in his underwear sleeping against his door. We were absolutely dying of laughter and relieved to actually see security walking down the hall headed his way. We must not have been the first person to see him. Clearly this is a thing that happens often!

 

There have not been nearly enough tell all books, blogs, poscasts, etc. by casino dealers, pit bosses, waitresses, security guys, etc. They must all have some amazing stories to tell, that I, for one, would be interested in hearing.

 

I don't remember a lot but there was a stealth purse heaving, Bacardi 151, tequila, and Mexican food.

 

First day playing craps.. at the Plaza. Played for a good couple of hours, left to eat, came back later smashed. Same dealers there, commented on how i came back drunker. Spilled my ice on the felt of the craps table, my cousin ordered me a coffee, which i had never had happened. I won about $700, and was showing my brother, who told me to put my money away, and i proceeded to give him a slight love tap of a slap across the face, which nearly triggered him kicking my ass.

 

I may have had to help my wife up to the room. I let her go a second and I heard a crash into the door across the hallway. Lol worst part was I had to pee so bad. Im trying to help her up but I was laughing so hard.

 

The time in 2005 I got drunk at Binion's then nearly got asked to leave Four Queens for being the most obvious card counter ever.

 

Im picturing you with pencil and spiral notebook. “Excuse me sir, do y’all have a pencil sharpener handy?”