OH SO PURE
I arrive at Alien Motor Sports where Rich works part-time. I meet his friend Dale who also works at the shop. I can immediately tell that this guy is a drinker. We do a little surfing on the Internet to find out what's going on Tuesday night here in Sin City. All we can find are clubs until Lynie calls me. She says she wants to check out the Cauldron, a sports bar that's on the west side of town. Sounds good to us since I'm tired from the driving and Rich is tired from the working.
We meet Dale there and as I guessed, Dale is alreadyt ordering doubles for himself. He has a high-pitched laugh that is unmistakeable. He orders drinks for us and of course, gives us shit for ordering Captain Morgan drinks. Rich and I aren't even halfway finished with our drinks when we see Dale ordering another double. Rich keeps looking at his watch because he's supposed to meet his cousin at Pure tonight in Caesar's Palace. She calls from time to time wondering where he is and he has to keep lying to give us more time. Lynie and Brenda are due shortly and I can't wait to see them. Pictures on myspace.com just isn't enough. As we all know, there's nothing like the real thing. It's already past midnight when Lynie and Brenda arrive.
Dale gets them Heinekens because island girls like to drink beer. I have no idea why. I've tried to cut my beer consumption ever since I saw what it did to my brother's belly. Rich's cousin calls again to find out where we are and he says we're in line. Pure is the hottest club in Vegas right now and I begin to think what the line might be like on a Tuesday night. Locals are treated differently but since I'm not a local, what will happen to me?
We tell the girls we have to go because we have to meet some family at Pure. They tell us we suck, but we don't care because we have the entire week to hangout with them. Besides, at least they won't get sick of us so quickly.
Dale is already wasted so Rich drives his monster truck and I follow. They have a little trouble getting into the parking lot because they weren't exactly sure if they could clear it since the truck is so high. I meet them at the entrance to the casino and we walk in. I could already tell as we walk up to the club that the line is ridiculously long for a Tuesday night. I could also tell that everyone in that line was not a local. Good for Rich and Dale but bad for me.
We walk up to the bouncer and Dale already has a problem - he has tennis shoes and tennies aren't allowed in the club. "Go down this way to this men's store and get a pair of $30 shoes so you can get in," he says. There's no way in hell Dale is going to do this so we bid adieu and see him walk off in a drunken stammer. "Is he cool to drive?" I ask Rich. "He's always like that, Rich says. "Don't worry about him. We've got bitches to meet inside."
I arrive at Alien Motor Sports where Rich works part-time. I meet his friend Dale who also works at the shop. I can immediately tell that this guy is a drinker. We do a little surfing on the Internet to find out what's going on Tuesday night here in Sin City. All we can find are clubs until Lynie calls me. She says she wants to check out the Cauldron, a sports bar that's on the west side of town. Sounds good to us since I'm tired from the driving and Rich is tired from the working.
We meet Dale there and as I guessed, Dale is alreadyt ordering doubles for himself. He has a high-pitched laugh that is unmistakeable. He orders drinks for us and of course, gives us shit for ordering Captain Morgan drinks. Rich and I aren't even halfway finished with our drinks when we see Dale ordering another double. Rich keeps looking at his watch because he's supposed to meet his cousin at Pure tonight in Caesar's Palace. She calls from time to time wondering where he is and he has to keep lying to give us more time. Lynie and Brenda are due shortly and I can't wait to see them. Pictures on myspace.com just isn't enough. As we all know, there's nothing like the real thing. It's already past midnight when Lynie and Brenda arrive.
Dale gets them Heinekens because island girls like to drink beer. I have no idea why. I've tried to cut my beer consumption ever since I saw what it did to my brother's belly. Rich's cousin calls again to find out where we are and he says we're in line. Pure is the hottest club in Vegas right now and I begin to think what the line might be like on a Tuesday night. Locals are treated differently but since I'm not a local, what will happen to me?
We tell the girls we have to go because we have to meet some family at Pure. They tell us we suck, but we don't care because we have the entire week to hangout with them. Besides, at least they won't get sick of us so quickly.
Dale is already wasted so Rich drives his monster truck and I follow. They have a little trouble getting into the parking lot because they weren't exactly sure if they could clear it since the truck is so high. I meet them at the entrance to the casino and we walk in. I could already tell as we walk up to the club that the line is ridiculously long for a Tuesday night. I could also tell that everyone in that line was not a local. Good for Rich and Dale but bad for me.
We walk up to the bouncer and Dale already has a problem - he has tennis shoes and tennies aren't allowed in the club. "Go down this way to this men's store and get a pair of $30 shoes so you can get in," he says. There's no way in hell Dale is going to do this so we bid adieu and see him walk off in a drunken stammer. "Is he cool to drive?" I ask Rich. "He's always like that, Rich says. "Don't worry about him. We've got bitches to meet inside."
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