So @WarmDeck has inspired me to tell stories of my own degeneracy. I also want to hear your stories too! So i will tell you a couple of my stories.

I've always prided myself on being a pretty good drunk, in the sense I can get homeless drunk and not be an asshole, get too sloppy or wreck things. I worked for Molson Coors for half of my twenties and got to have a pretty solid alcohol tolerance. That was tested one night in Ballys and is truly the only time I have been black out drunk in Vegas. We were having a pretty typical night in Vegas, everyone seemed to be winning and we were hitting the bottle hard. Gaggles, Big Sack, MB and I ended up at a Ballys craps table, some where around 5AM. Well we were winning and MB orders a round of Jagerbombs for the table, to which everyone agrees and we do a group shot. I see fit after a couple more points and decent shooters that we should order another round. Most of the table was hesitant, but I threw a $25 chip on the waitress tray and said just bring them, if they don't take them I will drink them. Well I really don't remember getting the second tray.

So I wake up and my head hurt, with that feeling of where the fuck am I? So I realize I'm on the floor of my room at Paris and start moaning a bit. Big Sack is sharing a room with me as he couldn't get it comped that weekend. He says it's about fucking time you woke up. I ask what time it is, to which he replies 2PM, I say that's not bad and he says well you didn't make it back to the room til 11AM. So it's at this point I realize I am fucking naked and ask Big Sack why am I naked? Apparently I came back to the room and decided it was too hot. I fiddled with the thermostat for awhile and then hit it. I then said fuck it I will just sleep naked and dropped my clothes on the floor. Oh it gets worse...I then jump on the bed like a trampoline and then fall into the crack between the bed and the wall. I guess I was stuck for awhile, then realize that I need to puke, so I reach up grab a pillow and a sheet. Big Sack then said I started to crawl towards the bathroom, 10 seconds later all Big Sack heard was snoring. I get some underwear on and say when was the Ballys craps table, that's the last thing I remember. Big Sack proceeds to tell me what happened until he left me.

He said you were at the craps table and ordered yet another round of Jager Bombs from the waitress, but she told you no until you drank what you had below on the rail. I proceeded to drink 5 or so of them as fast as I could, then walked over to MB with one. Him and I do one, but he runs to the bathroom to puke after. He grabs his chips and leaves, says it's bed time. Big Sack said at this point I cashed out and said I was going to Sullys Bar, he also said I was up at least a grand. From there he went to bed, but that was at roughly 7:30, so what happened to me for the other 3 1/2 hours. Well apparently I did a strip crawl by myself! The great thing is I did photo documentation of it all!!!! I had pictures with the bartender at Sullys Bar, then pictures of the Flamingo, then onto the money couple at Harrahs, then I had a picture of Aces with a kicker from Casino Royale with a Jager Bomb! Then pictures of the Mirage Sportsbook, then Caesars fountains, onward to Bellagio sportbook bar. Lastly, into Paris where I took about 15 pictures of the roof and some dude on a scissor lift cleaing the facade. I then realize that Big Sack said I was up a grand and I had a $500 VP hit. I count all my money and the safe money a realize I am up $1600. I quickly check my bank account and credit card...no activity! So after that debacle I woke up, naked, very hung over and up $1600! Good night in Vegas I'd say!!!

 

Gotta love the fact you were blacked-out and documenting your night with photos, like you were sub-consciously prepping for your own Hangover credits scene.

 

A couple more for you...

This one is pretty well known as it has been told by @Gaggles and @BeeeJay. I got into Vegas fairly early, maybe somewhere around 1PM. I checked into Flamingo and picked up my $100 in freeplay from the promotion desk and win $300 on China Shores. I head over to Cromwell to meet Alexanbo, it is also opening week or month there. They are pouring top shelf, no questions asked, we are winning and tipping well. The bartender asks if we want some shots and we decide to have one. She tells us it's a cinnamon toast crunch, which is RumChata and Fireball, with some cinnamon on top. She keeps asking us if we want a couple more and I keep saying yes. Alexanbo finally taps out and says hes going to get ready for the night. I continue to play, then have a couple more. I realize I am getting pretty lit up and haven't ate since breakfast. I know I should eat, but also know we are heading to Andiamos that night for Gaggles birthday dinner. I don't want to ruin dinner, so figure I just got to make it til food and I will be good.

I then meet the boys at Caesars Sea Whores Bar and proceed to pick Gaggles up and kiss him on the cheek, yelling HAPPY BIRTHDAY! He just looks at me tells me I'm a fag and that I ain't making it til midnight. I actually had a water at the bar and was trying to straighten up. We head downtown and play a bit at the Longbar at the D, maybe one drink, then head up to Andiamos. I am still homeless drunk at this point, but order some wine and eat lots of the bread. At some point I must have been getting sloppy because Gaggles takes my wine away. I get mad and proceed to "jokingly" take my steak knife and tell him to give it back or I will shank him. He laughs and I guess my depth perception was way off because as I "jokingly" made a stabbing motion, I actually stabbed him! BeeeJay then takes my wine away and chugs it down. I threaten to shank him too, but they wrestle my knife away! I still at this point figure that once I eat I am going to sober up. I eat and all I do feel sick! I go dry heave in the bathroom, come back and throw my comp slip on the table along with some cash. Then proceed to mumble something about going to bed. Cabbed it back to hotel and was indeed in bed before midnight.

About 8 months later I was with my wife, Gaggles and his gf. I got very drunk in O'Sheas, when I woke up the next day my arm hurt and it had a bruise. In fact, it almost looked the teeth marks. I quickly asked my wife and asked what the fuck happened to my arm. Shes like you don't remember? Nope. Well Gaggles fucking bit you! Then is all came back to me! We were in Osheas, Gaggles walked up, head butted me in the shoulder, grabbed my arm like a sandwich and chomped down. He then looked at me and said that's for stabbing me on my birthday last year fucker and then walked away!

 

Classic Gaggles / Macker story!

 

It's a shame the Vegas Gravy podcast is history. Your stories and commentary were awesome.

 

I think I swore too much and was just too much of a degenerate for his vision. Shame that after he started getting some girl who loved circus circus and other shitty places like that

 

That host was awful by every measure. Cool that your stories can live on here at least.

 

Just wrote a trip report from 2 weeks ago feel free to read