Monday, March 18, 2013

The Next Hangover Movie


I had tickets for the Nuggets game last week on Friday.  It was a beautiful day here in Denver so I started my weekend early with an outdoor happy hour.  The festivities began on Friday at 3:30p.  I got home Sunday afternoon. It felt like my own version of the movie The Hangover.

There was a party for a grand opening of a new restaurant and bar by Coors Field.  Then there was the Nuggets game.  Post game drinks at the stadium restaurant.  And then we hired a suburban from Uber to drive us up to Blackhawk/Central City for gambling.  We didn’t have any luggage, coats or anything on us other than what we wore to the game. We had more drinks on the way up.  We called on the way up and found a room at The Reserve for the night.

We gambled a bunch, had more drinks and woke up really groggy on Saturday morning.  We had breakfast and then more gambling and making lots of friends over bloody marys and screwdrivers.  Speaking of bloody, there was a bloody sock and a casino manager with triple antibiotic and bandages.  There was a food stained smelly shirt and the same casino manager with a clean t-shirt from their gift shop.  There was a comped meal.  There was a wine soaked toilet.  There was an old guy named Bob that was good luck.  There was the same casino manager again with toothbrushes and toothpaste.  And Advil. 

By late afternoon, two in our group were cut off from drinking (I was not one of them).  We went to a different casino.  I won money on the craps table but we had to leave because a third person in our group was cut off from drinking (not me). 

Our phones were collectively dead.  We borrowed a charger (one apple, one droid) from the casino manager.  I had about a 10% boost in order to call my ex to tell her I’d be missing an event Will had that I forgot about when someone had this brilliant idea on Friday.  There was no decent cell coverage so I left a vm, text and email by standing outside in front of the lobby.  I also made a call on Viber to no avail.  My phone was pretty much dead again.

We had an awesome steak dinner and a couple bottles of wine – the waiter didn’t get the message about not serving us.  Security came down and rectified that situation.  We all got cut off.

One of us (not me) requested a representative from the gaming commission to talk about cutting us off from drinking.  Security said they’d get them right away. A restaurant manager was insulted by accident.  Somebody said “pussy hole” way too loud. Apologies were given.  And then somebody claimed they helped write the drinking laws in gaming establishments and we should therefore be served.  The gaming commission representative was requested again. 

There were no rooms available that second night but the casino manager got us a room anyway. He asked what rooms we were in the night before.  When we said we shared one room, he laughed and said say no more!  Despite our problems, they liked us and wanted us to stay.

We gambled more and were very polite and fun to everyone.  We think.  The next day we had breakfast and it seemed like the entire staff knew us.  They were all saying hi and telling us how fun we were.  We asked if we owed anyone apologies.  Just a few they thought.  

The casino manager comped half our room costs.  And another meal.  We smelled really bad.  Same clothes since Friday morning.  Somebody bought deodorant from the gift shop that smelled like Skittles.    Somebody lost both socks and was wearing bare feet in his loafers.  I threw away my undershirt.  We found $100 in chips under the desk. We didn’t have a way to get home.  It was snowing outside and we had no coats (it was nice on Friday in Denver).   The casino manager finagled bus passes for us for free. 

I think maybe they were ready for us to leave.

15 comments:

  1. that is fucking awesome. im a bit jelly that i can not share in the spontaneous combustion of your crazzy

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  2. Seriously, Vixen's "spontaneous combustion of your crazy" about wraps that up. Dammit, when are you gonna start taking pictures?!

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  3. Hope you enjoyed what you can remember. If you lived in Canada you would of been arrested by the second paragraph, third sentence in.... :-)..

    Michele

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  4. Damn! That sounds like a helluva lotta FUN! Sometimes it is best not to try to fill in the blanks. Like the Steve Winwood song says- Ya got to roll with it baby!

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  5. This entire post made me all kinds of anxiously uncomfortable. My palms are now sweaty pools of unhappiness. And oddly, I'm totes jelly I wasn't there as well.

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  11. I'm with Chantel - pictures would be great...

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Gimmie some lip