Trev's Bachelor Party in Vegas

Not sure where to even start this.

I have a friend named Trevor from high school. In high school he was two years younger than me, but he was a freak of nature in basketball, which I also happened to play. At the time, I'm pretty sure we were the only two Asians (and I'm only half) in the entire Franklin High School program, which is consistenly ranked in the top 10 in the state every year (which explains why there's no Asians on the team).

So basically when this tiny Japanese point guard showed up to our school, I tried to take him under my wing until he blew up and I could no longer contain his ego, legacy or off-the-court behavior.

That is another story for another day.

Basically, he's now engaged to his high school sweetheart and we headed to Vegas for Memorial Day weekend to celebrate his bachelor party.

I'm now realizing that this could turn into a very long entry so I'm not sure how to really tackle it.

Corner Sleeper and I drove to L.A. to meet the rest of the party, who were primarily flying down from Vegas. Because I'm two years older than basically everyone that was there, I know most of the guys from Seattle but I'm not close friends with many of them aside from maybe three or four of them (out of 20), so I didn't know what to expect.

We showed up, I lost in black jack and then we headed to Tao to party.



Everything at Tao was going well. Until a certain character in our party decided to (1) ash his cigar out on some guy that was sitting down smoking a cigarette then (b) pin the guy in the dirt when the guy asked "what the f*^k are you doing?" then (c) reverse pile-drive the guy and give him repeated body shots to the ribs. I advised this character that he needs to exit the club immediately because security is on a manhunt for him. He was unsuccessful and taken to the lovely confines of a Las Vegas Police Department holding cell.

However, we were too drunk to even miss a beat and we continued to hang out, which mostly consisted of walking around with Corner Sleeper, popping collars with Trev, toasting with my boy Shelton from USC, who was also there celebrating his birthday, and obtaining blurry vision before going downstairs to lose $400 in 1/2 poker at the Venetian after making a horrendous all-in re-re-raise with a 7-high flush.



Everyone else had gone back to the hotel to sleep but Corner Sleeper and I didn't finish playing poker until about 1 p.m. or so and headed back to crash after meeting up with V the Pro, who was also in Vegas. I did a six-team parlay with V and we hit 4 out of 6 and he mysteriously changed all the picks we had discussed (yanks, celts, etc.) as we were ultimately doomed by the Devil Rays.

We woke up around 6 p.m. for dinner and we went down to eat at the Grand Wok in MGM, which was not bad. Then I lost some more in Crack Jack (or black crack, you take your choice) but Trev came up so that was good.

Headed to Prive that night at Planet Hollywood. The only problem was that Trev, the guy who the party was for, forgot his I.D. So Corner Sleeper (the best man) went back with Trev to retrieve some form of I.D. while the rest of us went inside. Naturally, I would have been hanging with Corner Sleeper and Trev, but they were gone so I linked up with Brian and we took some shots and walked around aimlessly joking around, actin' an ass and convincing the coat-checker that some broke ass bald dude was a movie star in Transformers, just so he could bypass the $5 coat-check fee. And it somehow worked and the guy was elated to not have to pay the $5.

We returned to our table to find that Terrell Owens now had the table that was next to us and damn near adjacent to us. What happened to the happy Asians that were on that table before? I have no idea, but now T.O. is there, sitting by himself in the corner, refusing to take pictures and surrounded by three guys who are with him just to look tough and scare people away. Seems like a happy existence. Then, about 30 minutes later Shawn Marion is sitting at OUR table and we find out that it is no longer our table, but Shawn Marion's table. Trev tried to tell Marion that he was at the wrong table, but it was somehow Trev who ended up at the wrong table, which should have been the right table. At least Marion had friends and took a pictrue with Trev.

Somewhere in between I didn't realize that Brian was drinking a little too much and he decided to go home with his close friend Arn, who took good care of him.



After that, it was pretty much a wrap. I didn't want to go back to the club and the rest is to be continued, although I can't imagine anyone is on the edge of their seat. But after two nights we had one soldier leave in a squad car and another leave in a wheel chair so night three was definitely looking to be interesting.