You guys are so mean. So... I'm throwing a "mini-beerfest" at my place this weekend, for a group of about 25 people or so. I want to cook up a fucking storm. Any suggestions? So far I'm going with pulled pork and maybe a pasta salad. But I want to make lots, lots more.
Still haven't been to Vegas and I'm 28...part of me feels really lame that I haven't been there. The other part knows it will be as anti climactic as some of you have discussed. I've talked about a possible trip before this year ends with friends but it's just talk for now.
Vegas is like NYE, Halloween and Valentines Day rolled into one. I'm watching "Salmon Fishing in Yemen". Actually pretty good.
The way I describe Vegas is that it's a town that demands rent at all times. Both financial and emotional. If you've got it to spend, the place is a fucking blast, if you don't, it's an unforgiving skid row.
Vegas has always been fun but too many feel, Vegas just happens. It's like every other trip or night out, you get what you make of it. We've had stupid fun just getting hammered on football slushie drinks on freemont street and meeting a stripper and dressing like retards. Took pics with every couple we found that got married there and just goofed off and had fun. Some poker and gambling but more wandering about drinking and having fun. Of course I did win a crap guitar playing drunken carny games at circus circus while the women shopped....poor thing didn't live the day. Still have the neck of it as a memory. We'll tease PArker becasue we're a bunch of hyenas, but I have always had fun in Vegas. I do recall as the wife and I headed to bed we knocked on the suites door and announced ourselves as security and said they were being a tad loud once...they paused then looked at us and said "fuck that, wanna come in?" and bed time got delayed. Crazy, no, meet fun new people...sure, had fun, definately.
If it's pork and you have 25 people for God's sake get a pig roaster and do it classy. Your guests will thank you until the end of the earth.
I just went to Vegas last month for a bachelor party and a couple of the dudes were fucking dying to get bottle service somewhere. Of the ten other dudes there they couldn't get anyone to go in and they didn't want to split it between themselves. It was comforting knowing these idiots never got it.
I don't get the red lantern known as Bottle Service. I get that it's well bragged about by rappers and other assorted ballers, but....WHAT??!!! You are automatically cooler by paying for a bottle at ten times the price that it would cost in the store across the street? Have you "arrived" when you have bottle service? Do you think chicks will flock to you table if you get it? Because I sure as fuck "don't get it". In ANY way. Bottle service, along with Axe deodarant spray and tribal tattoos belong to the demographic that Black Jesus just gave us a painful display of: Total, unapologetic ding-dongs.
It's all an exclusivity thing. You have to know the right people. Skip the right lines. Bottle service is a part of seeming exclusive. I mean, it is retarded. It's just part of club culture which is all around pretty lame. The only thing it really has going for it is that girls like to go out and dance and clubs provide a place to do so. Girl's that are part of the club culture are pretty shitty though. It's kind of funny how much of a bubble people that like this shit live in. One of the dudes on my last trip is actually a club manager here in Cincinnati, he was one of the dudes who wouldn't agree to bottle service. He tried to convince me the whole trip that HOUSE MUSIC was going to be the next big thing in American pop music, like Rock'n'roll/rap big.
I hate when false advertising works on me. This banner was on the top of the TiB a few minutes ago and even though I knew it was misleading I clicked on it anyway. I mean I knew nothing good would come of it but between the woman in the yellow shirt and the slogan on the right for a split second there wishful thinking got the better of me and I forged ahead - my actual destination bringing me to a site called "Date Faithful - Senior Singles". Yup. My only hope is that my click helps the TiB out in some small fashion.
I'll be honest, I've been to Vegas about 5 times and never did the "club" thing. Just none of the people I have went with ever cared about trying to get laid in the "oonce oonce oonce" enviornment. We just went to drink gamble wander and meet people everywhere else, and whoa what a suprise still got laid. Bottle service and acting important at retarded $$ value just doesn't really appeal. But thats just the people I went with. That and you can be anone in vegas, dressed in a terrible old suit I explained to people how I recycled pencil erasers and sold it.......they may have been drunker than me by chance. Vegas is what you make it. As for party group food, beer butt chicken is always nice. if done right. (PM for recipe if you desire...it does involve for than analy raping a chicken.)
Ballsack, I think you're just not a club person, but my other friends have had great times in Vegas. They live in L.A. so its only a short drive to go there and party. I WOULD NOT drop money on bottle service if I had to pay for it out of pocket. I'm one of those people that think "Fuck, are you crazy? We'll pre-game, bring our flasks, then maybe buy a drink if we need to." Fuck that noise. The people that think they are the shit because they constantly pay 300% for a bottle are crazy. Club girls are great girls, because they're only for the night. When you get girls to the table from bottle service, you ain't puttin' no ring on dat shit. You tryna hit, and get out. There are still a lot of things in Vegas I did not do. I didn't hit half the casinos. Someone said something about "Once you've seen one, you've seen them all." I got there and couldn't think that was more incorrect. Fucking Paris is insanely awesome to walk around in. The Bellagio fountain is the reason terrorist hate us. I haven't been inside the Luxor yet. And I also didn't have sex in a hot tub with random girls also on vacation. There are goals I need to achieve before I get old ( yes I mean 30+ you old fucking farts), settle down or god forbid...have children. And uh...back to bottle service. There are certain places (not anywhere in Vegas) where bottle service is actually cost effective. If you're looking at 20 drinks in a bottle, that goes for 200-300, and they are serving glasses at 15...you'll eventually will work it out depending on how many people. But a lot of people do get it to feel like ballers. Let me add the fact the lady that ordered this bottle service just turned 41, is from small town Ohio, now lives in THE DEFINITION of suburbia and has two boys 9 and 7 (one of them named Walker)...so she DEFINITELY just trying to be like rappers. But like I said. I. Ran. Out. Of. Fucks. To. Give. On. The. Hawker. 800. XP. Any vacation is about who you are with and what you make it. Fo shizzle.
He's probably right. If you don't listen to pop, well, right now it's ALL house beats. Bubble-gummers like Britney, Usher, all of them have put house or trance samples and hard drum n' bass in their tunes. DJ's are much bigger again with new ones like Deadmau5 or old ones like David Guetta (much better before A-Kon ruined his shit). It won't last long just like its last American era back in 1998-2002, but it will keep climbing for a while yet. And it's ALWAYS the biggest thing in Europe, but that's where ecstasy is made so there ya go.
Braised beef short ribs could be a good choice. It's relatively inexpensive, already portioned, and taste like a combination of really good roast beef and steak. This is a great recipe. http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/11/braised-short-ribs-heaven-on-a-plate/
As far as Vegas goes, I am told by friends that THIS is the event horizon for douchebaggery: Spoiler Rehab at Hard Rock hotel Or to quote one of them: "Never. Never in all my life has a larger collection of utterly vapid and intolerable people been before me." He went on to add "I saw more orange tans and armband tattoos that day than I have in my entire life."
I know places in Chicago where you can get a table and a bottle for under $200 all-in. Glasses aren't 15, but with tip you're gonna pay close to 8-9 (cue "id never pay more than $5 for a beer. Great, then you wouldn't pay for bottle service if it cost $50, so move along"). Plus you don't have to fight through people to get to the bar and wait. You have a waitress refilling your drinks, and what do you know, its actually pretty fun. I'm not gonna say paying $1000 for a bottle of Goose is smart or worthwhile, but you don't have to be a Jersey Shore clone to enjoy bottle service. Also, Luxor? Kind of a shithole, but they do have an awesome brunch. Crown makes a good point about House music too. I don't know if House in the traditional European sense will ever make it huge, but EDM (electronic dance music) as an umbrella genre very well could. Its getting to the point where its seeping in to pop songs and you don't even realize it.
Jesus Christ. Is anyone actually drunk on this drunk thread? I mean besides me? I mean, go OUT people! There's a world and girls and guys and liquor out there aside from Mya's job issues and Parker's faux Vegas trip! Seriously. Lots of wine (quantities depleted on the east coast by myself tonight), and whiskey, and vodka, and rum all waiting to be consumed! GET OUT AND EXPERIENCE LIFE, PEOPLE! God I miss the old board...the edge here is totally gone gone gone. Are we really deconstructing Vegas? Fucking Freak Safari revisited. And I'm actually drunk...IN THE DRUN TKHREAD. Imagine that!!! I'm not whining or bragging...I'm just motherfucking all-American awesomely DRUNK! YAY for ME!
So the neighbors here either had a dead still born baby in their trash can or a chopped up hooker. One or the other. It fucking stunk and had been aging in the Vegas sun for about a week. It was enough to knock a Mexican off a rotten burrito wagon. I did the most reasonable and non violent thing I could think of and wheeled the fucking garbage can way down the street, so we didn't have to smell it any more. Not 20 minutes later the neighbor comes out with a bag of what I can only presume were ground up illegal alien intestines, looking for his garbage can. I point down the street and informed him "Your garbage can is over yonder." He doesn't say a word. He hikes up the street with his bundle of garbage and upon reaching the can pulls his shirt up over his nose before opening it. The cocksucker knew how bad that shit smelled. And he didn't care we've been breathing it for the past week. He then walked back into his house without eye contact or saying a thing. I promptly walked next door and pissed all over the side of his house.