|Yeah after I got knocked out of the WSOP it was roughly 4ish. So I went in front of Gold Coast to catch the shuttle to Orleans to play 1/2. But this dorky/mid 30's guy walks up drinking a Keystone Light too and we start chatting, turns out he is 35, divorced, and a farmer with 2 kids from Minnesota . All joking aside, he was a nice guy. He too was there in Vegas by himself. He talked me into going to play in the 30 dollar tourney at Bills (I got 2nd), it was funny. But while we were there we met a bankruptcy lawyer that was 36 from Los Angeles. Turns out his girlfriend was a cocktail waitress at the Luxor like 10 years younger than him. Regardless, somehow the LA guy convinced us to ride with him to the Rio to check out the One Drop tourney....we agreed (we had probably had about 6 beers each by this time)...
Posted: 7/6/2012 11:12:52 PM
Anyway, he's like you don't care if I smoke some weed in my car do you? Me and the farmer both didn't give a garbage but as it turns out, neither one of us smoked. But it was pretty funny. SO we go and do all that at the Rio, see the sights, yadayadayada and try to pick up random person but failed
our farmer friend was not helping our cause in his red Hawaiin shirt, light blue jeans, and reeboks. But still, he was a nice guy.
Then we get the idea that we don't want to spend tons more cash that night...so lawyer guy from LA says we can go chill at his girlfriends pad until she gets off and drink some beer and what not....our liquid courage allowed us to agree to this. But we went back to her apartment (she was working till 11 and we were supposed to pick her up from the Luxor) well she had supposedly just moved in because the place was kind of messy and had no furniture...so we stood in the kitchen drinking Bud Light Platinum. 11 rolls around and we go and pick up lawyer guys girlfriend...but had to take a huge piss so he let me and farmer boy out at Luxor so we could go in and piss. When we got back (20 minutes later because Farmer John was in love with a BJ dealer) our lawyer friend was gone with his girlfriend
so me and Farmer John were stranded at the Luxor at like 11:30 at night and fairly drunk. He gets the idea in his head that we can walk from Luxor to Gold Coast...I tell him he is friggin crazy and drag his behind to the strip where we catch a cab
. We pull up and he insists on paying...I thank him graciously. But he was insistent that the LA guy was going to hurt us lmao
he was a super paranoid farm boy from Minnesota. Well, we shook hands, said good luck, and never saw/heard from one another again. Probably my wildest night in Vegas...just funny how a lawyer from Los Angeles, a farmer from Minnesota, and a server living in North Carolina could end up traveling around, partying, and shooting the garbage for about 4 hours on a random night.
Only in Vegas I guess.