Ghazi
03-29-2012, 08:22 PM
Did I have a Hangover moment? No. Hell, I didn't even have one alcoholic drink. No drugs either. But I will share my experiences. I'm sure to some this may be boring, but maybe others will find it interesting.
I was in Sin City for 3 weeks. I will divide into 3 weeks.
As some of you may know, I am actually crazy. Manic Depression. For about 4-5 months or so though, I've been fairly manic. If you don't know what mania is, it is the opposite of depression. On meds I cannot drink, but feel no need to drink since I have elevated high moods at all times as of late... for the most part.
Week 1:
I arrive and my friends notice less manic energy exuding from me. I was a little bored coming in. At times I feel feelings of loneliness. I play a lot of poker but make no progress. I joke with a floorman about how maybe I need a whore or something. He gives me a number. I call it a few days later and some somewhat chubby mediocre Asian bitch comes to my room. I was highly disappointed but since I was expecting sex decided to pursue anyway. To my shock, I came really fast. We're talking under 2 minutes. It had never happened before. I now attribute it to a chemical imbalance in my brain at the time, elevated levels of testosterone perhaps due to manic surge and lack of sleep. 3 hours of sleep in 50 hours or so. The next night I call the number again and get a pretty Asian. But same result. More fun but same result. I started to feel inadequate and didn't know what to do. As to fix my sleep issues I decided to cut back on caffeine and increase my doses.
Anyway the first few days I was bored somewhat but one night around 5 AM or so I get a poker table and sit next to a filthy rich old man from Kansas. He was in real estate and horses. He sold horse sperm for $3500 a tube or some shit. Something about genetics. I win $2700 that night and feelings of mania start to return.
Week 2:
I walk the strip a lot and say random shit in Spanish to the Mexicans handing out BS flyers for BS escorts. I keep winning and winning and winning. I purchase a $2400 1 carat white diamond David Yurman ring. I love it and don't regret it. I make about $10,000 this week. Chaos theory is to my benefit. Whilst walking to Bellagio I notice a guy wearing a Full Tilt hat smoking a cigarette by the slots near the poker room. I mention to him how I have over $30,000 stuck on the site. He says no English, just Spanish. He's from Spain. I start using my SPanish. Of course most of it is sex and flirt related shit. He gives me a number for "Alexandra", but I do not pursue yet. I also fuck the Chinese bitch a 2nd time but Jew her the fuck down this time. The pretty one hat is. This time we have a pretty good session, it appears my chemicals had returned to normal. THat same night I win $1000 or so playing poker. I felt pretty damn good. A few days later I end up calling "Alexandra" and whilst waiting in the lobby at Aria am approached by two Spanish women. I become somewhat intimidated by their beauty and their offers of a threesome. After all I had never done such before. They're models who whore on the side. Beautiful accents. But I cave in and figure why the fuck not, it's an experience. Without going into detail, it was one of the best nights of my life. We even went to dinner at Peppermill afterward and talked and laughed. At the end of the day it's business, but I feel we had good chemistry, really! I enjoyed it a lot. I stay in contact with one... I hope to see my loves again one day.
Week 3:
I was supposed to leave, but delayed my flight. A friend tricks me into going into an Asian Massage Parlor and I cave. Under the table we agree to $200 for sex, but they pretending to misinterpret our intention only give a handjob. After nutting I start bitching at them and using the words "fuck" and "chink" a lot. I start smoking inside. They say no! I say I'll do whatever the fuck I want. I steal a lot of mints and piss one off to the point that she says "YOU THINK YOU'REA MAN? THEN PUNCH ME!". I wasn't mad due to lack of sex, after all I was fresh off the threesome, it was just a matter of principle. They give us $50 back and we leave. I play poker having not slept for 24 hours and spew $3000 at 5/10. I become mindfucked but am happy after having slept. Tricked into going to a strip club, Crazy Horse III. $500 or so for a girl to pretend to like me for a few hours, awesome. Oh well, an experience. I get fucked over in poker big time, $2700 pot. For those of you who know the rules of Hold Em, my nines v tens on T93... couldn't get away from it. my peak was +$11.7K for the trip but I finish +$6800. I call the Asian for a 3rd time just so I can say I fucked the same whore three times in three different hotels (Imperial Palace, Aria, Venetian) but have a lot of trouble finishing and seem to lose sensitivity toward the end. She jerks me off for the finish and some accidentally winds up in her hair. I laughed as she went to the bathroom to wash that shit out. I don't give a fuck. I go into Hugo Boss looking for just a shirt, and end up spending $650. But I don't care, I like their shit. Probably spent $860 on clothes. I ate at Foco De Chao, a Brazilian Steakhouse. Excellent service and cool experience. 15 different cuts of meat. No menu or buffet, just people bringing the cuts to you. All you can eat. I'd recommend it.
Aria/Venetian are excellent hotels with great poker rooms. Imperial Palace is shit. Clubs and strip clubs are a waste of time.
All in all, despite the lack of intoxicants, it was a marvelous vacation for me. I met a lot of cool people, but realize there's a lot of assholes and snakes in this world too. My table manners are usually improper. Flaunt bluffs and talk a lot, but I make single serving friends that way. Such is mania. I finished about even after expenses.
Despite my lack of partying ways, I'm a huge fan of Vegas. Playing poker is like leisure to me, I love meeting foreigners... they're simply cooler than Americans for the most part. My Spanish seems to me of more benefit when it comes to those from Spain and Argentina...Mexicans seem less friendly for some reason. Oh well, mavale pinchi madre.
I was in Sin City for 3 weeks. I will divide into 3 weeks.
As some of you may know, I am actually crazy. Manic Depression. For about 4-5 months or so though, I've been fairly manic. If you don't know what mania is, it is the opposite of depression. On meds I cannot drink, but feel no need to drink since I have elevated high moods at all times as of late... for the most part.
Week 1:
I arrive and my friends notice less manic energy exuding from me. I was a little bored coming in. At times I feel feelings of loneliness. I play a lot of poker but make no progress. I joke with a floorman about how maybe I need a whore or something. He gives me a number. I call it a few days later and some somewhat chubby mediocre Asian bitch comes to my room. I was highly disappointed but since I was expecting sex decided to pursue anyway. To my shock, I came really fast. We're talking under 2 minutes. It had never happened before. I now attribute it to a chemical imbalance in my brain at the time, elevated levels of testosterone perhaps due to manic surge and lack of sleep. 3 hours of sleep in 50 hours or so. The next night I call the number again and get a pretty Asian. But same result. More fun but same result. I started to feel inadequate and didn't know what to do. As to fix my sleep issues I decided to cut back on caffeine and increase my doses.
Anyway the first few days I was bored somewhat but one night around 5 AM or so I get a poker table and sit next to a filthy rich old man from Kansas. He was in real estate and horses. He sold horse sperm for $3500 a tube or some shit. Something about genetics. I win $2700 that night and feelings of mania start to return.
Week 2:
I walk the strip a lot and say random shit in Spanish to the Mexicans handing out BS flyers for BS escorts. I keep winning and winning and winning. I purchase a $2400 1 carat white diamond David Yurman ring. I love it and don't regret it. I make about $10,000 this week. Chaos theory is to my benefit. Whilst walking to Bellagio I notice a guy wearing a Full Tilt hat smoking a cigarette by the slots near the poker room. I mention to him how I have over $30,000 stuck on the site. He says no English, just Spanish. He's from Spain. I start using my SPanish. Of course most of it is sex and flirt related shit. He gives me a number for "Alexandra", but I do not pursue yet. I also fuck the Chinese bitch a 2nd time but Jew her the fuck down this time. The pretty one hat is. This time we have a pretty good session, it appears my chemicals had returned to normal. THat same night I win $1000 or so playing poker. I felt pretty damn good. A few days later I end up calling "Alexandra" and whilst waiting in the lobby at Aria am approached by two Spanish women. I become somewhat intimidated by their beauty and their offers of a threesome. After all I had never done such before. They're models who whore on the side. Beautiful accents. But I cave in and figure why the fuck not, it's an experience. Without going into detail, it was one of the best nights of my life. We even went to dinner at Peppermill afterward and talked and laughed. At the end of the day it's business, but I feel we had good chemistry, really! I enjoyed it a lot. I stay in contact with one... I hope to see my loves again one day.
Week 3:
I was supposed to leave, but delayed my flight. A friend tricks me into going into an Asian Massage Parlor and I cave. Under the table we agree to $200 for sex, but they pretending to misinterpret our intention only give a handjob. After nutting I start bitching at them and using the words "fuck" and "chink" a lot. I start smoking inside. They say no! I say I'll do whatever the fuck I want. I steal a lot of mints and piss one off to the point that she says "YOU THINK YOU'REA MAN? THEN PUNCH ME!". I wasn't mad due to lack of sex, after all I was fresh off the threesome, it was just a matter of principle. They give us $50 back and we leave. I play poker having not slept for 24 hours and spew $3000 at 5/10. I become mindfucked but am happy after having slept. Tricked into going to a strip club, Crazy Horse III. $500 or so for a girl to pretend to like me for a few hours, awesome. Oh well, an experience. I get fucked over in poker big time, $2700 pot. For those of you who know the rules of Hold Em, my nines v tens on T93... couldn't get away from it. my peak was +$11.7K for the trip but I finish +$6800. I call the Asian for a 3rd time just so I can say I fucked the same whore three times in three different hotels (Imperial Palace, Aria, Venetian) but have a lot of trouble finishing and seem to lose sensitivity toward the end. She jerks me off for the finish and some accidentally winds up in her hair. I laughed as she went to the bathroom to wash that shit out. I don't give a fuck. I go into Hugo Boss looking for just a shirt, and end up spending $650. But I don't care, I like their shit. Probably spent $860 on clothes. I ate at Foco De Chao, a Brazilian Steakhouse. Excellent service and cool experience. 15 different cuts of meat. No menu or buffet, just people bringing the cuts to you. All you can eat. I'd recommend it.
Aria/Venetian are excellent hotels with great poker rooms. Imperial Palace is shit. Clubs and strip clubs are a waste of time.
All in all, despite the lack of intoxicants, it was a marvelous vacation for me. I met a lot of cool people, but realize there's a lot of assholes and snakes in this world too. My table manners are usually improper. Flaunt bluffs and talk a lot, but I make single serving friends that way. Such is mania. I finished about even after expenses.
Despite my lack of partying ways, I'm a huge fan of Vegas. Playing poker is like leisure to me, I love meeting foreigners... they're simply cooler than Americans for the most part. My Spanish seems to me of more benefit when it comes to those from Spain and Argentina...Mexicans seem less friendly for some reason. Oh well, mavale pinchi madre.