OK. I know what happens in Vegas stays there, so I'll tell this story without using names.
So, we kill at the craps table. Friend A meets up with a party broker on the street. He books us entry, 2 drinks, and a shuttle to the OG for only 20 bucks each. Sweet.
We get there and are sat upon by strippers immediately. We order our 2 drinks each. Fun. Friend A has 2 girls sit on his lap.
So, my stripper and I have a long conversation, we went to neighboring high schools. Too funny! She does her thing, I tip her and she leaves.
At that point I realize I am now alone. All my buddies have gone to the VIP rooms.
I drink all their drinks. I just sit and enjoy the show. I spend no more money. We leave around 5 AM. Too much fun!
We all wake up to go to a work seminar at 8 AM. Friend A is on the phone with his credit card company. Turns out he handed his card to a stripper and she hooked him up with the super special VIP rate! He put about 2 grand into that place!
He tried to tell his wife it was stolen. The credit card charge was to the Olympic Gardens Resturant. Needless to say, Friend A can not come to our annual trip to Vegas this year, and all my other friends are bringing their wives this year. Apparently, the VIP rooms are more expensive than I imagined!
Nice!
Good times!