Vegas Bachexoplosion

My college buddy is getting married in July. Like any red-blooded West Coast male, he decided that Vegas would be where the debauchery would happen. The goal of the weekend, to mourn the loss of another brother   to the soul-sucking shackles of married life. Just kidding....

We got suites at the Vdara Hotel. Simply amazing hotel room and I'll recommend this hotel to everyone. The only downside is that the hotel doesn't have a casino on-site but all you have to do is walk over to Aria and you've got 150,000 sq.ft of casino floor where you can lose your paycheck 15x over. 

The hallway leading going past the dining room and heading to the living room. 

The dining room. Seating for 4 or at least 1 tiger. 

Our suite had a 270 degree view of Vegas but it was the crappy part of Vegas without the fake Statue of Liberty, Eiffel Tower, Great Pyramids, etc. Hmm...maybe it was the better part of Vegas. 

The suite was 811 sq. foot, so can comfortably fit about 3 of the NYC apartments that are in my price range. Depressing. 

Rub a dub dub. A tub. With a view. 

In case you needed to get the stripper tears, baby lotion, hooker blood off your clothing they had a washer/dryer. It may or may not have been used over the course of the trip. 

Friday night we all got in and did some bachelor stuff for the rest of the night. You know, just good 'ole fashioned clean bachelor fun. 

The first manly activity of Saturday was to shoot guns. In "I hate freedom" California, we can't have automatic weapons but Nevada loves America and its Constitution so we were allowed to fire automatic rifles. 

The wall o' guns. 

The cabinet o' handguns. For the ladies they had some pink guns for sale. It's funny because it's so cute but yet so deadly. Like a baby with ebola. 

In one of the Vegas coupon books they had this Get Dirty in Vegas experience. Since it's Get Dirty for kids it's a literal Get Dirty and not a "Get Dirty" it involved bulldozers and other construction equipment. The joke was that they were making people pay to do the leftover construction work for City Center. 

The bachelor taking aim at the target. He's got an AK-47 in his hands and danger is his middle name. 

He promises it was self defense. 

I chose to shoot the M-16. Even though I live in America, home of the free and land of the guns I've never shot a gun before. I figured, well if I'm gonna shoot something might as well shoot something cool. 

Look at that grouping. All those years playing Call of Duty actually translated into something. 

Later that night we headed over towards Lagasse Stadium to watch UFC 129.  

We got a nice little corner area and proceeded to devour $762 worth of bar food and alcohol. It was spectacular. After that it was off to Lavo nightclub. By sheer luck we got a table right next to a bachelorette party and I definitely have to thank them for making the evening fun for the bachelor and friends. The funniest part of the night for me was when some dude walks up to me and asked, "So, are you guys internet millionaires or finance guys." Since most of us worked in some area of finance, I answered "Finance". He replied, "Sweet. I bet my friend that you guys worked in Finance." Sweet. So added to the myth of Asians are good at math, have Tiger moms and can't drive we can add we all work in finance or on the intarweb. 

The bachelor party ended successfully and without a casualty. We didn't lose the bachelor or mistakenly kidnap a small, naked Asian man. We did make some great memories, eat tons of greasy food and feel more manly than masculinely possible. Vegas is the wonderland of bachelor parties. I can't wait to go back.