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| 'Chuck' at the Hard Rock Casino (Identity concealed to protect political aspirations) |
Chuck Facebooked me early in the day and let me know he was staying at the MGM in a suite. I made it down to the MGM and hike the exhausting path from the MGM's poorly placed elevator all the way down to his suite at the end of the hall. The hall must've been a fucking half-mile long. Once I got to his suite, Chuck was sitting on his couch relaxing and watching TV. The view from the suite was fairly decent but nothing to write home about. As I went for the mini fridge and opened it, Chuck immediately yells, "Stop! Don't pick up anything!". He went on to explain how he was charged by this smart little fridge by just picking up the items inside. Apparently MGM has a Temple of Doom setup in the fridges. Too sneaky.
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| In The MGM Suite |
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| View from the suite |
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| Dramatized version of the view... |
We were both getting hungry so we decided to head downstairs for a bite to eat. We stopped at the 1842 Pub in the MGM and I got an 1842 Burger with a couple of Guinness's on drought. Chuck and I talked business and for a while and he got in touch with his girl from L.A. She was at the Hard Rock Casino for the AVN Awards with her friend. She told Chuck to meet them there.
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| That '1842 Burger' Hell yeah... |
We finished our meal and headed out to the strip. We stopped at the Walgreen's for some blunt wraps and I managed to roll up and smoke real quick. We got to Harmon Avenue and by this time the weed and beer was kicking in. We strolled down the avenue toward the Hard Rock, and as we did, we both noticed how we underestimated the distance and began to wish we would've just grabbed a cab.
Chuck and I finally got to the Casino and plopped down at the nearest bar we could find. Chuck was advised by his girl that the pornstars in town from the AVN awards would be walking past the center bar. We sat at the bar for a long time just nursing drinks and playing video poker. I had a few Jameson double's and he had some Gin and Tonic's. Sitting directly next to us was a BBW pornstar chick that was hella friendly. Sooner or later a bunch of big girls were around us taking photos while they were all half-naked with their huge tits all over the place.
Chuck's friend finally showed up to the bar with her friend. Chuck's friend, 'Julie', was a thin, tall brunette with straight hair and sharp facial features and her, 'Cheryl' friend was a short, big tittied brunette with a motor mouth. They immediately got friendly with us and started rubbing their tits on me. I for the most part just ignored it and stayed the course with my whisky.
The girls disappeared and not long after that came back and said they had found some baller ass seats for us to watch the red carpet event. Once we got over to the table, it was inhabited by some rednecks from Kansas there for the weekend. Cheryl told us that they would be leaving soon and we would then have access to the table for ourselves. The hillbillies hung around like a bad fart for about 20 minutes and then finally said bye and left for the flat and corny state of Kansas. Everytime I meet someone from Kansas I always think of the movie 'American Pop'. "Kansas? Kansas is corny!"
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| Kansas is Corny! |
Once we had the table to ourselves, the waitress and waiter kept coming around suggesting that we would have to leave because the tables were $300 to reserve. They kept repeating this to us for about twenty minutes after Chuck had been waiving his credit card at them, totally oblivious to the fact that we had the money to spend. Their first reflex was apparently to assume people are broke. Chuck finally got their attention and made it understood that we were going to pay and stay, everything was good.
We got ourselves a bottle of Jack Daniels and some Coke and the party began...
The pornstars starting filing down the red carpet looking classier than most Hollywood starlets on the red carpets at the Oscars. These girls were top notch with amazing bodies and well documented talents. Among the stars spotted were Ron Jeremy, Kendra Lust, Asa Akira, Sara Jay, Jasmine Jae, Ava Addams, Priya Rai and more. I managed to get some good shots while partying in the VIP section just inches away from the red carpet.
After all of the stars had gone into the theater where the awards were being held and things started to die down, we all decided to go to a restaurant for a meal. We got followed by two guys that had been with us in the VIP trying to get at Cheryl. By this point I was tired of Cheryl and her drunkenness along with the guys that were tagging along. One of the guys was a twerpy little guy that owns a cologne brand that got my nerves a little bit extra. His slimy persona was just all around annoying and I kinda wanted to stab him in the face.
After the restaurant, they all decided to go out and party some more while I opted to leave the Hard Rock and head back to the suite at the MGM. On the walk back, I realized that I had forgotten my phone somewhere at the Hard Rock Casino but decided to say "Fuck it" and just keep walking. I figured I could just report it lost and get a new phone the next day. No big deal other than the fact that I had promised my girlfriend I would be accessible to her if she called. Yes, I had to pay for losing it but that's another story...
While walking back to the MGM, I noticed a young guy walking closely behind me. He was obviously homeless and I figured since I didn't have my phone I may as well spark up a conversation with the guy. He was holding a lot of pieces of his artwork and was dressed in heavy snow gear while it was around 55 degrees outside. I asked where he was from and he told me Utica, NY.
I asked if he preferred being homeless or if it was a circumstance of misfortune and he told me the latter. I sat down with him for a minute and gave him the "what I would do if I were you" conversation. I gave him a few idea on how to hustle his art as well as some names to help him get his stuff out there. He was still a young guy about my age and I don't imagine he'll be homeless forever. Who knows, maybe he'll make something of his art career and remember me one day. Life is strange like that.
I finally made it back to the MGM suite and fell the fuck out! I was done. I had walked miles, I was drunk and high and the party was all out of me. I slept until about 6am until Chuck came back to the suite with the girls. Cheryl's annoying ass fell asleep on the couch for a few minutes while Julie was crying because her boyfriend in L.A. had made the most innocuous comment about her being "single next year", basically saying they were going to break up.
Chuck finally got the girls to leave to their own room and he crashed out in his bed while I stayed up for a bit, smoked some more weed, enjoyed the window view and ultimately hit the strip by myself for another blunt wrap and some biscuits and gravy.
After the weekend was all said and done, Chuck went back to Detroit, Julie went back to L.A., I went back to my spot in the Vegas 'burbs, and Cheryl ended up missing for 30 hours until Chuck finally got word that she was still in Vegas, had missed her flight and was out partying still while everyone was out looking for her.
"What do you think she was out doing?" I asked Chuck.
"Probably out sucking random dick" Chuck replied...
Yeah, he's probably right.
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