The following was written by norman who graciously allowed me to post it here.
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The feeling of debauchery in Vegas�
Testosterone induced money driven creatures reckoning with plastic realities and empty bags of skin. There is no true smile within the city limits. If this is the appeal- the fake cones, extensions and press ons, what does this say for the human race? What is the data point to extract? I have never seen much peroxide and silicone in one place. I must admit, it was pretty cool for the first 10 minutes as is any cheesy radio one hit wonder. But can we consider that to be a formula to enlighten if even for a moment the morality of the United States? Other countries have a cultural divide that they have respected for generations. We have a track record of change external to logic or reason.
The first night was a gathering of men in a dinner suitable for extravagant tastes. Martinis, wine, scotch, prawns the size of third world children and filet minion blood fucking rare. Our group was in the middle of the restaurant sitting next to LA Guns and Ratt that happened to performing at the Hard Rock Hotel that night. Our crew did catch the eyes of the groupies that went one after another in to the women�s restroom with a different band member to pay their respects. On the other side was a table of off duty �entertainers� all female of mixed ethnicity drinking Dom. I know the only in America would not be correct simply because I am not ignorant to the fact that Amsterdam has more freedom per square inch than the US could ever have…but nonetheless, we tell ourselves that to give merit to our home that is as faithful to its people as venereal disease. Speaking of our table where statistics would dictate that at least three of us had an std considering the fact we all were making decent money, in sales, and single- we had all ordered Ahi and filet minion or something that was over forty per entr�e and it after five rounds of cocktails, had arrived. �A toast, to all you fools who flew in from disparate parts of the country�may the world treat you well and may your next deal break two mil�� this summed up the mindset of every person at the table. We raised our drinks and indulged. �To a man who has had two prior bachelor parties with no wedding prior to date, we can say with confidence that even if he is married, we will do this again in two years.� A statement only a hard core single can appreciate. We drank and killed the charred carcass in front of us. A round of tiramisu and single malt scotch later we went straight outside to the stretch excursion limo that was filled with Dom, and top shelf everything destine for the first strip bar of the evening.
We left about midnight, and made it to the club in two rounds of alcohol and controlled substances. Walking in on the limo discount on cover charge, a corner of the club is waiting with five tables and the houses best ladies. The first toast was tequila, the next some pink mixer I did not catch the name of, and the third was goldschlager in a ten minute timeframe. We felt no pain. The group dispersed for about two hours and them magically a member of the group I recognized pulled a dancer off me in mid performance and dragged me to the next strip club. The next place aptly dubbed the �Sperming Rhino� (ed: it’s the spearmint rhnio, and yes they do rock) we had a back door VIP entrance that was greeted with Les Claypool screaming �girls for a single man�� By this time in the journey, I had lost track of my account and who had made it to this club. We were still about nine strong and had no concept of actually arriving at 3am. The survivors were in their element and did not seem to be losing steam. I was proud to be a member of team setting precedence for other bachelors to experience. Listening to messages on my cell that I could not quite make out other than it sounded like a guy I was sitting next to at dinner, I tuned off my cell and went into close mode for the evening. I was not sleeping with out a confirmed close for the night.
I heard the joke on my way, � Who are the only ugly women in Vegas?? The ones you bring�� and in retrospect they are also the only ones able to have a non-biased conversation.