I am too old and fat for how hard I partied...

[madpoet]

So I was in Vegas last week for a convention and hooked up with some software guys.... they were all a decade younger than me and had a corporate credit card. We ended up in a VIP section in Club XS Monday night, Pure on Tuesday, and Studio 54 on Wednesday. Stumbled in after 5 am every morning. Dear lord what a week. On Tuesday we were actually partying with Hulk Hogan and his daughter Brooke. That is a BIIIIIIG girl.

[tortoiseman2542]

So I was in Vegas last week for a convention and hooked up with some software guys.... they were all a decade younger than me and had a corporate credit card. We ended up in a VIP section in Club XS Monday night, Pure on Tuesday, and Studio 54 on Wednesday. Stumbled in after 5 am every morning. Dear lord what a week. On Tuesday we were actually partying with Hulk Hogan and his daughter Brooke. That is a BIIIIIIG girl.

Big as in tall or big as in plus sized???


Robert

[arthurs]

After CTIA in April, where I had a similar few days to yours, my line was "my young self is embarrassed at my current self..."

You survived though, means you're not too old yet!

[madpoet]

Big as in tall or big as in plus sized???


Robert

Big as in she's her Daddy's girl... and I think her shoulders are wider :) Huge tits though! It was her 21st birthday party, she was pouring Cristal around like it was water.

[uw69]

We need pictures!

[graphicguy]

There's some memories. Too many of those Vegas conventions when vendors rolled out their corporate credit cards. Drinks on them. Meals on them. Great tickets to great Vegas shows.

Then, a couple of weeks later, the vendors visit with a nod and a wink expecting preferential treatment.

I used to feel like it put me in an awkward position. So, I quit attending most of those "GTGs". Didn't mind going to dinner with them from time-to-time. Quit all the partying at the clubs and strip joints, though.

Matter of fact, I was under the impression most companies were really scaling back on those types of "carte blanche" expenses.

[droht]

madpoet, I think everyone wants to know if you pulled a Houdini (or something) on the Hulkette...

[madpoet]

Lord no... she would have broken me in half. Hulk himself was pretty cool, but a little old for the chicks he was macking on ;)

[dvenardos]

I usually end up staying up late (2 or 3 am) once every two weeks listening to music, watching movies, and having a few, when the kids are at their mother's. I feel like crap the next day. No way, I could handle a whole week. :salute:

[etcarroll]

Years ago I went on an 'educational junket' to LA with a vendor, wound up on Sunset Strip with the vendor's reps. buying me lap dances at some ungodly hour.

I asked the attractive young thing performing if she'd like to accompany me back to my room, she said no, as "she class at UCLA at 10am the next morning".

I said something witty like, "if you attend UCLA, then I'm the captain of the space shuttle".

Then 3 large gentlemen without necks escorted me briskly from the establishment, where I found myself held on my hands and knees on the sidewalk doing my best impression of a German Shephard while the one with a 'vice-like' grip on my neck kept saying, "hey, youse need to be still, no one wants any trouble here". Eventually they let me go, and I still don't know how they wore all the gold chains they had, what with not having necks and all.

And the next day I had as much money as I had at the start of the evening, what a deal.

Oh, and I now work for the vendor. :woo:

There's some memories. Too many of those Vegas conventions when vendors rolled out their corporate credit cards. Drinks on them. Meals on them. Great tickets to great Vegas shows.

Then, a couple of weeks later, the vendors visit with a nod and a wink expecting preferential treatment.

I used to feel like it put me in an awkward position. So, I quit attending most of those "GTGs". Didn't mind going to dinner with them from time-to-time. Quit all the partying at the clubs and strip joints, though.

[graphicguy]

Years ago I went on an 'educational junket' to LA with a vendor, wound up on Sunset Strip with the vendor's reps. buying me lap dances at some ungodly hour.

I asked the attractive young thing performing if she'd like to accompany me back to my room, she said no, as "she class at UCLA at 10am the next morning".

I said something witty like, "if you attend UCLA, then I'm the captain of the space shuttle".

Then 3 large gentlemen without necks escorted me briskly from the establishment, where I found myself held on my hands and knees on the sidewalk doing my best impression of a German Shephard while the one with a 'vice-like' grip on my neck kept saying, "hey, youse need to be still, no one wants any trouble here". Eventually they let me go, and I still don't know how they wore all the gold chains they had, what with not having necks and all.

And the next day I had as much money as I had at the start of the evening, what a deal.

Oh, and I now work for the vendor. :woo:

Funny stuff. Had something similar happen 3-4 years ago. I was project leader on a product my company was going to introduce (it never made it to market because of engineering issues). We had a vendor for some components that was HQd in Detroit. I visited them to go over some change orders.

We had a particularly difficult meeting all day. I never got the impression the vendor could actually do what they said they could do, and told them as much.

Well, that evening, they thought I needed to "loosen-up". What was supposed to be a dinner meeting turned into them taking me "up-North" to a couple of the strip clubs in Windsor. One of the vendor's employees was getting particularly rambunctious with one of the "lap dancers". Before I knew it, a couple of the "no neck" type guys you mentioned were "escorting" him out. I remember his feet never hit the ground. They picked him up like I would pick up a pencil.

The guy who drove wanted to stay more. At the time, I think a lap dance was $20/pop. I know I had at least 10 of them. No money ever left my pocket.

We got back to the car to find the guy who had been extracated. He looked like his meeting with his "concierge" didn't go so well after they got him out of the club. His left eye was black and his lips were swollen. He didn't utter a word while they were taking me back to my hotel.

Couple of days later, I had to issue a formal letter stating they were out of the running to provide us with components. I also made it a policy to call all vendors to provide them a personal run down of the reasons they were, or weren't chosen. Found out that the guy who got his ass kicked was fired the day before.

[etcarroll]

"Found out that the guy who got his ass kicked was fired the day before."

Ahhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h - good times........., good times.

[graphicguy]

"Found out that the guy who got his ass kicked was fired the day before."

Ahhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h - good times........., good times.

Yeah.....I have some memories of those vendor outings. My favorites were in bars in Chicago or having them run up huge tabs in Vegas. I remember one where the vendor ran up a $4,000 bar tab at the club in Wynn's place when it first opened up. There were 10-11 of us. But still, that didn't even include dinner (which we ate before heading to whatever the club is called at Wynn's). I was drinking beer, but the vendor also ordered some champaign and some sort of expensive brandy, too. I don't do that much anymore.