What happened in Vegas, reposted on Livejournal
Although our trip started off with a lovely flight delay landing our asses in the Rochester, MN airport for four boring hours, the nine fruits had a decent time in Vegas. There was drinking, crusing, gambling, puking, and overall laughs at others expense. Not bad for a four day stindt.
Our "home", the Imperial Palace, was central located on the strip, and for all practical purposes had a bar, a bed, and a shower. Which, when your only in your room to sleep, is making all your needs met. Vegas is an adult Disney Land, with hookers, cheap booze, and 24 hours of excitment. We didn't do many shows, and I was on my own for exploring most of the time. We did venture to downtown Vegas (off the strip) to the old school casinos, which was great fun.
The only notable experience, occured when I was in bed sleeping. Seven members of the group decided to go to a male strip club, via a limo, after drinking her body weight in booze. Apparently someone on the street tip'd them off of this place.
Once arriving at said location, it turned out to be a titty bar. That's right folks, seven midwest Minnesota cocksuckers at a Gentleman's titty bar, where the girls were looking for anyone to give a lap-dance to! Like any drunken binge story, there are numerouse reports, i'm banking on the one that they went to one straight strip club, and not too! Unfortunately no photos were taken.
I kept to myself, drank, gambled, walked arouned, slept, and didn't write in my journal at all. Pretty uneventful. More photos behind the cut. ENJOY!
ELVIS!
