I just got back from a weekend in Las Vegas. It has been two years since I was there last.
To start off I was there with a girl. She payed flights and hotel, so what could I say. Not the way I like to roll in Vegas, and I would never suggest others to go there with a woman. Having said that, she treated me like a king and we had as good of time as possible.
We stayed at the Cosmopolitan, which was not quite opened last time I was there. We really never had to leave the hotel, nor was I in any way encouraged to. The shopping there (also in City Centre Aria) is good, the food decent, and the talent stunning.
I locked down the bartenders at both Bond and Vesper (great bartenders) on the first night. This is a must in this town. After a few late evening tapas and dim sum at China Poblano we posted up at Chandelier and after some recon work found the prize spot and stuck around here all night. The bartenders here lack creativity and care (females mostly) but try to make up for it in strength of drink and sex appeal. My Manhattans were full to the brim. I was approached no less than a dozen times, twice by what I am sure were escorts. A few girls obviously thought I was loaded due to my impeccable style.
My girl allowed all this to happen with a smile and played the confident arm piece very well. I was impressed, and rewarded her with an extra hard session when we returned to the room.
Saturday evening we went to the Venetian and to Bouchon. I have always found food in Vegas to be a bit tough. Sure, some of the best food in USA is there, but the prices often dont warrant the quality. But I was impressed with Bouchon, although the dishes were a bit salty and the portions a little large for French food. Portion size is always a problem for me in the US, so I often only eat a nibble of sushi, tapas or oysters before a night out. But for a meal just under $300 it was good. I would recommend.
We hit up the Wynn for some drinks at Parasol. This was a no club weekend, I was more concerned with exploring some lounges this time around. The Wynn was relatively quiet compared as the NY clientele is missing for obvious reasons. Again, the Parasol was a great environment with interesting people, but the bar tending was weak. No passion at all, and one guy even tried to refill my Manhatten by pouring the shaker into my same glass. After that we bolted.
The girl I was with has a thing for Mandarin Oriental Hotels so we hit up the Mandarin Bar on the 23rd floor. This is the place to take romantically inclined women. Its beautiful, classy and a great view.
After that it was over to Vesper and then Bond for a finish. I was immediately latched onto by a pair of girls from Chicago who were all over me. I was on point, already had the bartender on lock and secured us the best spot in the bar. I talked with the girl I was with and I was given the greenlight for a foursome. The blonde was in right away, and her friend was in with a bit of pushing from the blonde. My girl gets up to go to the toilet as we sip the very last of our drinks. The brunette turns to me and tells me that she has a boyfriend and therefore cant fuck me but will still partake in the fun. She tells me that she thinks my girl would lick a good pussy, as the blonde was not at all into giving. I know that my girl only accepts women playing with her, and does not lick pussy. I especially dont either in these types of situations. Now the blonde is down for just a good old hard fuck, but I can feel the whole thing starting to slip through my fingers. I remain upbeat and deflect the detailed questions coming from the brunette and keep the vibe sexy. I guide the blondes hand to the condom pocket of my suit and she finds the Magnums, rubs my dick and goes wild with excitement. My girl returns and the brunette starts to hash out details with my girl, and I witness the sexuality start to drain out of those two before I can rescue the situation. The fun is gone from my girl and the brunette moves into cockblocking mode. I play it off like its no big deal, try to keep the vibe light and wait for some green lights to start amping up the sex again. No dice, now the blonde is pissed at her friend as she still really wants to play. Now the brunette gets pissed and tells her to stop this as she has a fiancee back in Chicago. Now my girl is shaking her head and we just laugh to ourselves over their bullshit drama. We backturn them and get another drink and the bartender gives me a look of condolences as he sees that type of thing happen all the time.
For a recap I can say the the talent in the Cosmopolitan during the night is among the best I have ever seen, anywhere. The women are all in dresses and heels, and are out for a good time. Finding girls in pairs was not too hard either, but "girls weekend" vibes were still the overwhelming majority. But at least the bowling ball shaped, t shirt jorts and flip flop crowd was absent. A dolo player or a team could do some serious damage here no doubt. The Cosmo has given Vegas a nudge in a good direction. And as a designer as well, the hotel ticks all my high aesthetic requirements.
To start off I was there with a girl. She payed flights and hotel, so what could I say. Not the way I like to roll in Vegas, and I would never suggest others to go there with a woman. Having said that, she treated me like a king and we had as good of time as possible.
We stayed at the Cosmopolitan, which was not quite opened last time I was there. We really never had to leave the hotel, nor was I in any way encouraged to. The shopping there (also in City Centre Aria) is good, the food decent, and the talent stunning.
I locked down the bartenders at both Bond and Vesper (great bartenders) on the first night. This is a must in this town. After a few late evening tapas and dim sum at China Poblano we posted up at Chandelier and after some recon work found the prize spot and stuck around here all night. The bartenders here lack creativity and care (females mostly) but try to make up for it in strength of drink and sex appeal. My Manhattans were full to the brim. I was approached no less than a dozen times, twice by what I am sure were escorts. A few girls obviously thought I was loaded due to my impeccable style.
My girl allowed all this to happen with a smile and played the confident arm piece very well. I was impressed, and rewarded her with an extra hard session when we returned to the room.
Saturday evening we went to the Venetian and to Bouchon. I have always found food in Vegas to be a bit tough. Sure, some of the best food in USA is there, but the prices often dont warrant the quality. But I was impressed with Bouchon, although the dishes were a bit salty and the portions a little large for French food. Portion size is always a problem for me in the US, so I often only eat a nibble of sushi, tapas or oysters before a night out. But for a meal just under $300 it was good. I would recommend.
We hit up the Wynn for some drinks at Parasol. This was a no club weekend, I was more concerned with exploring some lounges this time around. The Wynn was relatively quiet compared as the NY clientele is missing for obvious reasons. Again, the Parasol was a great environment with interesting people, but the bar tending was weak. No passion at all, and one guy even tried to refill my Manhatten by pouring the shaker into my same glass. After that we bolted.
The girl I was with has a thing for Mandarin Oriental Hotels so we hit up the Mandarin Bar on the 23rd floor. This is the place to take romantically inclined women. Its beautiful, classy and a great view.
After that it was over to Vesper and then Bond for a finish. I was immediately latched onto by a pair of girls from Chicago who were all over me. I was on point, already had the bartender on lock and secured us the best spot in the bar. I talked with the girl I was with and I was given the greenlight for a foursome. The blonde was in right away, and her friend was in with a bit of pushing from the blonde. My girl gets up to go to the toilet as we sip the very last of our drinks. The brunette turns to me and tells me that she has a boyfriend and therefore cant fuck me but will still partake in the fun. She tells me that she thinks my girl would lick a good pussy, as the blonde was not at all into giving. I know that my girl only accepts women playing with her, and does not lick pussy. I especially dont either in these types of situations. Now the blonde is down for just a good old hard fuck, but I can feel the whole thing starting to slip through my fingers. I remain upbeat and deflect the detailed questions coming from the brunette and keep the vibe sexy. I guide the blondes hand to the condom pocket of my suit and she finds the Magnums, rubs my dick and goes wild with excitement. My girl returns and the brunette starts to hash out details with my girl, and I witness the sexuality start to drain out of those two before I can rescue the situation. The fun is gone from my girl and the brunette moves into cockblocking mode. I play it off like its no big deal, try to keep the vibe light and wait for some green lights to start amping up the sex again. No dice, now the blonde is pissed at her friend as she still really wants to play. Now the brunette gets pissed and tells her to stop this as she has a fiancee back in Chicago. Now my girl is shaking her head and we just laugh to ourselves over their bullshit drama. We backturn them and get another drink and the bartender gives me a look of condolences as he sees that type of thing happen all the time.
For a recap I can say the the talent in the Cosmopolitan during the night is among the best I have ever seen, anywhere. The women are all in dresses and heels, and are out for a good time. Finding girls in pairs was not too hard either, but "girls weekend" vibes were still the overwhelming majority. But at least the bowling ball shaped, t shirt jorts and flip flop crowd was absent. A dolo player or a team could do some serious damage here no doubt. The Cosmo has given Vegas a nudge in a good direction. And as a designer as well, the hotel ticks all my high aesthetic requirements.
