It was New Years Eve and my friends and I were still 20 years old, with no fake ID’s, naturally that wasn’t going to stop us from celebrating the New Year with some booze. My very close friend Peter, who we all called Pete, had his very sexy older sister buy us some alcohol and decided he was going to throw a new years party at his dads house while he was in Las Vegas for his new year plans.
Later that night, the keg was full, the music was pumping through the house, and there was a waiting list at the beer pong table, life was good.
“Dude”, I said to Pete and our other good friend Charlie, who has always been known as the “ringleader” when we would all get into trouble, “We only have three more months til the big day.” I called it the big day because Pete and I shared the same birthday and Charlie’s birthday was the next day. We all got excited and started talking about what we were going to do for our twenty-first.
“Which bar should we hit up first?”
“What drink are you going to order first?”
“Who’s gonna drive, cause I aint gonna be able to walk out?
The next morning, probably around noon, Pete came into the barn where most of us were passed out at, which was crazy because it was winter and the only heat in there was a kerosene heater, and woke me up.
“Hey Dave, get up dude, your not going to believe this!” Pete yelled.
I was more than happy to wake up and listen to what he had to say so I could go inside to warm up.
“What’s up, man?” I asked.
“My dad just called, he got comp’d a room at the Bilagio for a week, he’s giving it to me for my birthday, you and Charlie are coming with.”
A little more than two months later, I stepped out of the cab, that reeked of an over exposed pine tree air freshener, and on to the front porch of the world renowned Bilagio Hotel and casino in Las Vegas. I felt as if I was stepping up to bat with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth inning in the world series and, and... [continues]
Later that night, the keg was full, the music was pumping through the house, and there was a waiting list at the beer pong table, life was good.
“Dude”, I said to Pete and our other good friend Charlie, who has always been known as the “ringleader” when we would all get into trouble, “We only have three more months til the big day.” I called it the big day because Pete and I shared the same birthday and Charlie’s birthday was the next day. We all got excited and started talking about what we were going to do for our twenty-first.
“Which bar should we hit up first?”
“What drink are you going to order first?”
“Who’s gonna drive, cause I aint gonna be able to walk out?
The next morning, probably around noon, Pete came into the barn where most of us were passed out at, which was crazy because it was winter and the only heat in there was a kerosene heater, and woke me up.
“Hey Dave, get up dude, your not going to believe this!” Pete yelled.
I was more than happy to wake up and listen to what he had to say so I could go inside to warm up.
“What’s up, man?” I asked.
“My dad just called, he got comp’d a room at the Bilagio for a week, he’s giving it to me for my birthday, you and Charlie are coming with.”
A little more than two months later, I stepped out of the cab, that reeked of an over exposed pine tree air freshener, and on to the front porch of the world renowned Bilagio Hotel and casino in Las Vegas. I felt as if I was stepping up to bat with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth inning in the world series and, and... [continues]
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