They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Well if that’s the case I’m about to commit stereotypical cliché treason by breaking that sacred bond and spilling the beans on my recent trip to Sin City last month. Don’t worry, nothing too graphic, just a general summary of my experience.
The reason for my trip was to celebrate my cousin’s last moments as a free man and sorrow at his impending doom that is married life. That’s right, a bachelor party!
Now, we’ve all seen movies of bachelor parties in Vegas and even though to the best of my knowledge none of us returned with a missing tooth or a tattoo on their face (or anywhere else for that matter) this trip pretty much lived up to all the expectations.
The plan was simple: 5 days, 5 clubs and have an awesome time.
And so the official countdown to my cousin’s impending doom began at Tryst night club. Situated at the Wynn, one of Vegas’ newest and most exclusive hotels, the club was an accurate reflection of the mega structure it was housed in. The 30 meter high waterfall at the back of the club and the gorgeous waitresses walking around made it feel as if you were at a Victoria’s Secret party on an exotic island rather than in the middle of a desert! As the night went on things were getting even better as the club started filling up with people and after a few drinks making friends was as easy as it could get. Needless to say it didn’t take long before our reservation had been swamped by girls on hen parties that seemed to be living by the same Vegas motto as we were.
A special shout out has to go to “Rehab”. The pool party to end all pool parties. This “little party” at the Hard rock hotel just off the Vegas strip was well worth the short taxi fare. Beautiful women pumping and grinding everywhere and free flowing alcohol reminded more of a scene from a Snoop dog video. Yet it seemed that the only thing a guy had to do to talk to a beautiful woman was just… well, just stand there and they’d take care of the rest.

Looking back on it know it wasn’t the fancy clubs or the adrenalin that rushed through my veins as I gambled away a months hard earned salary on a couple of numbers on the roulette table that stuck with me . Instead it was that special thing that caused friendships to be formed out of complete strangers from one minute to the next, girls you’d meet earlier that day at a pool party join you at the club that night with no hesitation, or even scissor kick a woman’s robust behind for no apparent reason and still manage to get away with it as if nothing had happened! (I’d like to stress that by no means am I condoning violence). I’m talking of course of the Vegas factor! Without even knowing it this unexplained feeling will grip you from the first moment you step on to that road in the middle of the Nevada desert and make you act in ways you never thought possible. This was my first trip to Vegas and certainly won’t be the last by the looks of it.
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