I went to Vegas with some friends once and it ended up kind of funny. My friend drove and I was drinking Jager and Nighttrain in the backseat the whole way. When we parked in an underground parking lot I got out and smashed my bottle and everyone got angry at me. I ended up going with this girl who kind of looked like a horse to the bar. We drank a long time and decided to go back to her room. On the way there I puked inside of a trash can and she got pissed I wasted all her money. We ended up in her room making out in bed next to some weird tattood guy. I kept telling her we should go fuck in the bathroom but the horse kept saying no and finally passed out. For some reason there was a bottle of whiskey next to the bed, so I drank from that and fell asleep. When I woke up I started drinking the whiskey and decided to skip breakfast.
I don't really know how I ended up at these crappy motels, but I ended up pretty wasted and decided to go for a walk. I was coming back and forgot which place it was. I had left my phone in the room, so I couldn't call my friend. Somehow I finally found the place and this black guy drove me around in a golf cart and took me to the room. I think he asked which room it was at the front desk because I told him my friends last name.
Somewhere along the way, I'm not sure which day it was, I tripped over a curb, fell on my face, and chipped one of my front teeth. After that I remember being in a mexican restaurant with a bloody face.
Next thing I remember is somehow talking to my ex and she was in Vegas at the same time as me. I took a taxi and gave the driver a 20 dollar tip. I don't remember this, but she said I showed up at the door wearing these sun glasses I found in the taxi and telling her how amazing these glasses were. Then I remember us sitting at a bar and I was drinking a fifth of Jack Daniels and I was insulting a business man at the bar. The bartender asked us to leave and these jocks come up and said " shit you drink Jack straight from the bottle!?". We ended up at their room and I guess i didn't like the way the were treating my ex. I remember being in some guys face telling him I was going to kill him. Next thing I know two cops come up from behind me and pull me away.They took me to jail and said I threw a chair through the jocks window. I said I didn't, but I wasn't quite sure. I had 300 bucks and said they could have it if they let me go. They did and even gave me my bottle of whiskey back. I ended up getting arrested 2 more times for trespassing(going back to the same hotel my ex was at).
The next morning I woke up in a lobby chair and was missing my shoes. I got ahold of my ex and she gave me 20 dollars before she drove home. I was sitting on a ledge with a scabbed up face and some whiskey, asking people if I could use their phone to call my friends because I had left mine in a hotel room. Everyone seemed really disgusted when they looked at me so I decided to walk in my socks along the strip. I must have walked 5 or 6 miles until I saw a fat young girl working at a little vending booth on the sidewalk. I asked to use her phone and she was very kind and let me. I finally got ahold of my friends, told them where I was, and took a nap on a ledge as I waited for them. When they came to get me they seemed really sickened at the sight of me. They got food and I didn't have money, but they didn't offer to get me anything. So that was my last Vegas trip which was about 4 years ago.