That's a ridiculous question, isn't it?
I have only done what I would describe as "over imbibing" twice and they were very memorable occasions. I would say that both of them occurred because I was having too much fun and the resulting hangovers were worth the fabulous time I had. Let me tell you about them, shall I?
Incident Number One
Way back in 2008 I was lucky enough to be invited to a slot tournament at Bellagio. I don't know how that happened but I was very excited. The tournament was wonderful complete with free rooms, free food, and free beverages and I wound up coming in sixth. The big money was awarded to the top five winners. I missed out by a hair. But I was thrilled to be awarded $1000 in free play.
Since I was leaving the next day I asked if I would be allowed to use my free play on my next Vegas trip and Bellagio said yes. I can't remember how long the free play could sit there for, a year possibly?
Anyhow I was back in Vegas in six months and was so delighted to be staying a Bellagio again and ready to dive into that $1000 free play. I was betting much higher than I normally do and so when I would bonus the bonuses were much bigger. I was having blast!!! Winning is so much fun!
I also discovered how delicious Mudslides were that trip. Why they don't taste like alcohol at all! They are just yummy milkshakes. Because I was hitting like crazy, and because I was tipping five bucks a drink in 2009, the waitresses were glued to me. They were bringing me "yummy milkshakes" that I hadn't even asked for.
I decided to visit a friend who was over at Paris but I barely made it across the road and back. I figured it was time to retire.
The next morning...oh the agony! I could barely lift my head off of the pillow. I thought I was going to die right there in that hotel room! My head has never hurt like that before in my life. I have heard it is because of the sugar. In my incapacitated state I vaguely remembered people talking about sports drinks helping hangovers.
I managed to make it down the hall to the drink machine and Glory Halleluiah, there was a sports drink in it. I had a terrible time trying to come up with the appropriate amount of money for that drink. I was ready to tear that machine apart to in order to get it to relinquish that bottle. I just kept shoving money at the machine until the drink finally crashed to the bottom. I think I paid ten dollars for a four dollar beverage.
Clutching it to my chest I weaved my way back to my room and downed it with some painkillers. When I awoke again several hours later I felt semi-human. I certainly learned my lesson about sugary drinks. You can have ONE or possibly TWO but definitely not a million.
Incident Number Two
This happened back in 2010 and I was staying at Palazzo. I had wandered over to Venetian to play.
The woman next to me was sipping a glass of white wine and I asked what kind of wine it was and whether or not it was good. I have had wine before that tasted like pure vinegar. She said it was Pinot Grigio and that it was delicious. So I began to covet my own glass of Pinot Grigio but could never get a waitress.
Finally, in desperation, since we were playing right near a bar I went up to the bartender and told him that I was just going to buy my own glass of wine because I couldn't get a waitress.
I was shocked when he said it was $12 a glass. (Remember, this is 2010)
"OK…never mind…I will wait " I told him and slunk back to my machine.
A minute later he brought a glass over to me himself and told me the waitress was on break. He got a five dollar tip for being so sweet. (The angel on my shoulder intervenes…apparently she supplies alcohol too!)
My machine decided to slurp back all my winnings so I went in search of a new playmate. I sat down in front of another machine I had never played before called EXTRA EXTRA LUCK. It had this goofy four leaf clover-man making faces at you and all manner of random bonus rounds. I was only betting the minimum so I never made any real money, but I got in with I group of fun women and we were all cheering each other on, and the wine flowed, and flowed, and flowed.
At some point during the evening my stomach suddenly gave me notice that it was in revolt "RIGHT NOW" and I had better get my butt over to a washroom pronto if I didn't want to make an ass of myself. It is wise to always be familiar with the locations of the washrooms. Happily I was close by the one in Venetian. The wine tasted a lot different coming back up than it did going down!
For this trip I had treated myself to a beautiful new candy apple red purse. I loved that purse!
Now I know I did not actually vomit IN my purse…but I am assuming from what it smelled like the next morning that there must have been some kind of "splash effect" going on. I spent the remainder of the trip repeatedly washing the inside of that purse and trying to eradicate the smell. Luckily I had brought a smaller "spare" with me.
After the "washroom incident" I was making my way out of the V when I stumbled across some Star Trek machines I had been wanting to try. The only problem was that if you are already very nauseous, having your chair vibrate like crazy is really not a good thing. The chair was making me sicker than ever and I couldn't hit a bonus so I gave up and went to back to the room.
Finally, in desperation, since we were playing right near a bar I went up to the bartender and told him that I was just going to buy my own glass of wine because I couldn't get a waitress.
I was shocked when he said it was $12 a glass. (Remember, this is 2010)
"OK…never mind…I will wait " I told him and slunk back to my machine.
A minute later he brought a glass over to me himself and told me the waitress was on break. He got a five dollar tip for being so sweet. (The angel on my shoulder intervenes…apparently she supplies alcohol too!)
My machine decided to slurp back all my winnings so I went in search of a new playmate. I sat down in front of another machine I had never played before called EXTRA EXTRA LUCK. It had this goofy four leaf clover-man making faces at you and all manner of random bonus rounds. I was only betting the minimum so I never made any real money, but I got in with I group of fun women and we were all cheering each other on, and the wine flowed, and flowed, and flowed.
At some point during the evening my stomach suddenly gave me notice that it was in revolt "RIGHT NOW" and I had better get my butt over to a washroom pronto if I didn't want to make an ass of myself. It is wise to always be familiar with the locations of the washrooms. Happily I was close by the one in Venetian. The wine tasted a lot different coming back up than it did going down!
For this trip I had treated myself to a beautiful new candy apple red purse. I loved that purse!
Now I know I did not actually vomit IN my purse…but I am assuming from what it smelled like the next morning that there must have been some kind of "splash effect" going on. I spent the remainder of the trip repeatedly washing the inside of that purse and trying to eradicate the smell. Luckily I had brought a smaller "spare" with me.
After the "washroom incident" I was making my way out of the V when I stumbled across some Star Trek machines I had been wanting to try. The only problem was that if you are already very nauseous, having your chair vibrate like crazy is really not a good thing. The chair was making me sicker than ever and I couldn't hit a bonus so I gave up and went to back to the room.
I observed the next day that the "Pinot Grigio hangover" was not quite as bad as the "Mudslide Hangover" but I made a solemn vow never to let either one happen to me again, and I have kept that vow.
My drink of choice now when playing slots is usually some kind of whiskey and mix. This never results in the unpleasant aftereffects that sweet drinks have.
Be forewarned!!!
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