"I took out 200 bucks, that didn't help; so I took out another 200"

So Rob, Darren, and I, get into Sin City at about 8 o'clock at night, ready to get hammered. We get to our hotel, the Venetian. IT WAS PIMP. The room had a living room in it that was a few steps lower than the bed room. The bathroom was all marble. The view looked over the beautiful...overflow parking lot. Oh well, we weren't there for the view. It took about 10 min to get from the casino floor to our room. It was in the newer tower which was a trek to get to. Now that we have our room and got all settled in we had one thing on our mind...lets get beers! So we walked around the hotel, down the canal in the hotel, drinking. Rob was kinda hungry so we decided to go to P.F. Chang's for some grub. While we were there we had mandarin martinis...that got us to where we wanted to be, wasted. We walk out and I flag down a towncar. While in it, one of us said, "Lets go to Crazy Horse II." On our way there we were talking to our driver. Rob asked, "how long you've been driving a cab for?" The driver said, "I ain't no cab driver!" He was pretty pissed. We asked if he recommended a better strip club, he did; so we went to Spearmint Rhino. Every girl was fucking beautiful. There were 1 to 1 ratio of girls to guys, and on the main "dance" floor, four girls went up at a time. We find a place to sit, get drinks. Some strippers come over to talk to us for about 30 min. I slip the one talking to Darren a bill and said, "take care of him" apparently she did. Rob, who has a loving relationship, said, "You guys didn't even try to go to a regular club!" but still he got a lap dance; although he waited an hour longer than the rest of us to get a lap dance; he's only a man. When a girl asks if you want to see her naked, its hard to say no. This is when his famous line of, "I went to the ATM to take out 200 bucks, that didn't help, so I took out another 200." I couldn't stop laughing, I still giggle when I think about it. So when we decide to leave, after all my Vegas money is gone, it was almost 6. For the rest of the trip we compared prices of things in amount of lap dances we could get. We promptly went to bed, strippers danced through my head.

I woke up at 8:00, freezing. I lost the ro-sham-bo match for the beds, so I had to sleep on the pull out. When I passed out on the bed, I didn't notice it was just a bed sheet covering me; also I missed to recognized that the couch was right under the vent for the A/C. It was really dark (the best blinds in the world, something I'm not used to); all I could find to keep me warm was a bathrobe. My new "blanket" kept me warm for another hour. I couldn't sleep anymore so I went downstairs to pick up some tylenol for my pounding headache. When I got to the room the others were still comfortably asleep, so I took a shower in one of the best showers ever. The bathroom was really cool, mirrors everywhere, and the shower was glass so only one person could be in there while in the shower was in use. Once we were all done showering we went downstairs to get lunch, since we slept through breakfast. We got in the elevator all hungover, Darren noticed our reflection in the mirror, ALL of us were wearing plaid. Too hungry and tired to change we kept on going as the Plaid Brigade. We had tickets to the fight which started at 8 or 9. So we went to the sports book and placed a few bets. Then we went shopping for shoes in the canal shops, which didn't have any of our sizes. After a little bit of walking around and drinking we went to the fight. We found our original seats ($50), the second furthest point from the ring. I saw an empty section, so we went to go sit over there. This whole time we were drinking beers of course. So we watched the 3 fights before the main event in $300 seats. It wasn't too exciting since we were far away and there were not that many people around. It was pritty empty, a lot more than I thought. Little by little people came in, but on the whole not really a lot of people. Meera and Mat called me from England, it was really cool to talk to them; the were having a smoke after being on the noisest bus I have ever heard; and I wasn't on it! When the main event came, I saw a break in the security and we upped our seats to 600 bucks. Once the rest of the cheap section saw the Plaid Brigade jump the ropes, they did too. Two guy's were sitting behind us, wearing purple suits. One said he saw us going down to the expensive seats so they followed the plaid. Darren said, "Always bet on Plaid!" The fight was awesome, Danny Williams got knocked down 3 times. We had a bet that it wouldn't go past the 7th, it did by 10 seconds. Fuck that Vegas rigged shit! The fourth time Williams got knocked down the fight was over, and so was his brain. I swear his head was 2 maybe 3 times the size of it before the fight started. Rob took a piss at the end of the 7th and missed the knock out. He was pissed, no pun intended. On the way out we saw the boxer from the earlier fight, and I took a picture of Rob and Darren with him. His face was pretty shot, but he was smiling because he won. We went back to the Venetian and ate at the steak house, dropped 110 bucks each. But it was grub steak and we had a bottle of wine. Rob was tired so he wanted to take a power nap before we went out, what a vagina. It was 12, we didn't wake up, but we were stoked to see DJ Pillow at Club Bed.

The next morning we slept in till 10. We were still tired, Darren was very hungover. We got breakfast. Walked around outside. We came back to the sports book and watched football, drank free beers, well I did. That's the best, free sports, free booze, ahhh the life! We went to the airport a little late, 45 min before our flight. We booked it to the gate, Darren and Rob got stopped at the security check point. I went to the gate a head of them to slow down the plane. The lady at the desk had my ID and gave me my brothers ticket. I told her I was Dustin not Darren; she said, "ok Dennis". Then she gave me my ticket and it was still Darren's. Again, she gave me Darren's ticket. I was like no, I'm DUSTIN! She gave me my ticket, Rob came up and gave him his. Since we were late she gave us whatever was available...FIRST CLASS BITCHES! Well for me and Rob, since Darren lagged, he got stuck in coach. Which he promptly complained, claiming that it still was his birthday, not appreciating the lap dance I got him. Whatever, he couldn't drink anymore, I WANTED FREE BOOZE. I love free drinks, I got three of them, in glass not plastic; they were stiff too! It was a good trip...I love the Vegas.