TUESDAY
Woke up hungover from senior bar night at Tommy Nevin’s and the Keg for a 9:30 a.m. class. After surviving two brutal morning classes, met with a professor to discuss my senior thesis. Grabbed some dollar burgers at Bar Louie, rented Annie Hall, and smoked for a pretty low-key night.
WEDNESDAY
Today was another business day. I boarded an intercampus shuttle and met with a professor to discuss my faltering thesis. Didn’t make much progress. Wasn’t able to eat dinner and had to rush to Yom Kippur Kol Nidre evening services at Kellogg. The high holidays at school are a pretty surreal experience, where interspersed between the various students are creepy older guys who think they are Pavarotti singing the prayers. Began fasting at 2:30 in the afternoon, knowing I wasn’t going to eat until the sun set the next day.
THURSDAY
After four classes, I said goodbye to my girlfriend, frantically packed, and rolled with nine other people to celebrate a girl’s 21st in Vegas. We got hammered in the airport and on the plane while I broke the fast. A few tecates, Bloody Marys, Jack and Cokes and gin and tonics later we were ready to party Vegas style. We stayed at the Palms in two suites straight out of VH1’s “Fabulous Life,” and headed to the Playboy Club upstairs. Although we didn’t see Hef, some drinks and cigarettes were enough to prompt a few of the ladies to start making out with each other.
FRIDAY
Woke up early (no one sleeps in Vegas) to find one girl cartwheeling on our balcony and other girls bathing in the tub in the middle of the room. That night we had dinner at the Bellagio that featured several drunk people puking in their mouths, then headed to Bank nightclub for bottle service. We were disappointed when Britney Spears didn’t show up as rumored, but that quickly changed when J. Lo and Marc Anthony (they were renewing their vows) sat down at the table next to us! I almost got kicked out for moonwalking into a bouncer, then lounged at an after-hours club past dawn.
SATURDAY
We watched our football team blow our shot at the Rose Bowl (good thing I didn’t bet on us), before walking around the strip, playing blackjack at the sleazy Luxor. That night we drank at another VIP table (thanks birthday girl) at the coolest club I’ve seen, Tryst. In the lobby we ran into Mr. Belding; he was fat. As we were tucking ourselves into bed at 7:30 a.m., we found some vomit from one of the guys and Axe spray attempting to cover it up. A closer look around revealed vomit-covered sheets, towels and opened bags of McDonald’s all over the place. The perfect image of our last night in Sin City.
SUNDAY
Got up early enough to watch three quarters of the early football games at the sports book and grabbed some In-N-Out burger before flying back. Exhausted, broke, smelly, sick, and reeking of booze and cigarettes, we stopped at Clarke’s before passing out. As good as Vegas was, it was great to finally sleep in my own bed again.
MONDAY
No class on Monday, woke up around noon, ate at Rollin’ To Go before going to physical therapy, as if that was going to do anything. After a day of attempted recovery I watched my beloved defending Super Bowl champs lose for the first time since December on Monday Night Football. Looks like my luck was running out. Wrote a paper due at 9:30 a.m. and went to sleep, dreaming of bright lights, luxurious hotels, and J. Lo’s booty.
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Social Diary
a week out with a senior gambling man in Vegas
Published: Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Updated: Saturday, October 10, 2009
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