I was here for my bachelor...

I was here for my bachelor party. First off, the name made me think it was sketch. We met a promoter on the strip (also seemed sketch) but I was wrong. Everything is totally classy. The promoter gave us a coupon for FREE transportation (sick party bus), FREE admission and a FREE round of drinks, for all 8 of us. We tipped the driver a lot and he told them to take care of us. We walked in the back to and they sat us down in the middle of the floor, each in our own seats. Before all of our asses had hit the cushions, we all had a girl on our lap. Most of the girls were great. One guy got an annoying girl so he paid her to give me a lap dance just so he didn't have to listen to her anymore. The drinks are pretty expensive, even for Vegas, in my opinion. They girls were friendly enough that my friend who doesn't like strip clubs (there's one in every pack) in 20 minutes had his own belt around his neck being brought up to the VIP room. I met a girl on stage named Adrianna, beautiful blond with a British accent. I got a $20 lap dance from her, then a second, then was drunk enough to pay $100 to go the VIP room. It was a great time, but I probably couldn't afford it in retrospect. I was a student paying for his own wedding. Adrianna was great, really cool, really friendly. She had her blackberry on her, and literally, she friended me on facebook and gave me her number during the dance. It was really, I checked it during the dance and the facebook page was linked to hundreds of friends and her kids writing on her wall. It may be because I convinced her I was a Kennedy. But she wasn't really from Wales, so whatever, it's Vegas. One thing that kinda pissed me off was that she got a bottle of water during the dance and they charged me for it. What place of business doesn't give their employees free water?? The funniest part was afterwords I had to go to the ATM to get cash and my cards had been locked (forgot to tell the bank i was going out of town and would be spending frivolously), but after at least 30 minutes of feeling like a scrub, the bartender was able to charge it and I felt like a Kennedy again. The VIP room took a bit longer than it should normal, probably at least an hour (most my friends left me) and I paid a couple hundred bucks, but probably less than the published rates.