So we realized that as our buzz subsided somewhat it was time to head back to the time share we were at, thanks to my bruthah, and get into our swim suits and head back down to the Rio and hit the pool party. Being the frugal bastard that I am I was not going to get financially screwed for a buzz, especially since I had bought approximately 50 bucks worth of good rum for this trip. So I made a wickedly powerful concoction, also incased in Nalgene, and we went for party time.
Now out of the entire weekend, sans the side trips and all with the bruthah, the Rio knows how to throw a great pool party. Now short of parties by a friend’s pool growing up, I had not had a chance to attend a pool party especially in Vegas, so I was quite excited. And it was nothing like what I was expecting. I kept looking at the crowd thinking, “wow. Lotta drunk geeks here huh? Better get started on my buzz and better get my bruthah to come along as well”. So I, we, us did get started on a good buzz that lasted quite through the night. There was karaoke going as we entered the party area and someone was doing a rendition of “pour some sugar on me” from def leopard. But it wasn’t any suck assed karaoke, they had an actual band playing instruments behind you as you sang. The only drawback was that they didn’t pay for long enough in my mind, but they were excellent musicians and quite a part of the whole pool party experience. The song I remember from the party were Ramones-I wanna be sedated/iron maidens-the trooper/ NIN-head like a hole/ GnR-sweet child of mine and Mr. brownstone. All with the band sweating and jamming behind the geek of the moment, spinning and freaking out on stage to the rapture and joy of the rest of us. But the real fun happened when, half an hour after we finished the drink and my bruthah was feelin like crap (too quick with the booze was the dual consensus later) and we were sitting by the side of the pool the rest of our live event group showed up and one of em, the guy I affectionately dubbed “Mr. Intense” offered to buy me a drink. Not being a guy to turn down a libation in pretty much any form, I acquiesced and he returned with a gut wrenching painful looking shot of Jack Daniels. I unshackled my Nalgene of water and began to prepare for the burn when he said, “wow..free bar man”. To which I replied (after quaffing the shot in one gulpo) “Well I better get started then!” And I did. I began, as at the penny slots, to two fist the rinks down as much as possible, as my bruthah caught a good buzz off of the Newcastle vibe (I believe this is where it started and remained for the rest of the trip) and we hobnobbed with our new found comrades. You all that were there, let me know if you want me to include your names (EQ names only of course) in this blog and I will where applicable. There were two women dressed up as EQ/EQ2 toons that had begun to party before we even arrived and were actually walking behind me and my bruthah while we were on our way to the pool party. They were a saucy pair of flirts that truly brought an excellent and vibrant feel to the party. The sad thing is that we didn’t see them again after that night and I hope they were not reprimanded for anything they did or said.
So there we were, drinkin by the pool, and as the booze began to flow, the geeks began to submerge, I termed the affectionate term “geek soup” which the pool began to become. And then the “lets throw(blank) in!” began and my bruthah was quick to doff his shorts down to the suit for swimming and submerge his bulk. What a trend setter I tell ya, because as I followed suit and got in the pool it was deliciously cool and satisfying against the skin. Even at night the heat in Vegas is blistering. The heat is actually blistering at all moments and never seems to lighten up at least as far as the times I’ve been there.
The karaoke ended and the geek herding began. The old adage “you don’t have to go home but you cant stay here” was in full force and the security was literally doing the hands outstretched duck/goose/chicken herding arms outstretched angle and the geeks were blearily working their way out the doors and into the Vegas midnight. I was invited to come up to the room of our live event friends so my awesome bruthah took us back to the time share where we doffed our wet shorts and donned our dry ones. Then he drove me back to the Rio where one of the live guys was staying and I went in.
