So, it should come to no surprise to anyone who’s ever been to Vegas that you meet a ton of people when you’re out there. Most of the people I try to meet are those who are the locals. Last year, Jacks and I met oodles of people and I made it my mission to remember them when we went back. My plan was to pester them until they remembered—or at least pretended—to remember me/us. At some places it worked!!
In looking back over the experience, I thought it would be fun for me to describe a scene and then question whether you think he/she/they will remember us when we go back next year. Here goes:
Mark – Taxi-hailer at the Hard Rock
We bumped into this guy on Friday night and I actually did recognize him. Already with a couple drinks in me, I exclaimed, “Hey, I remember you from last year!” To which he replied, “Oh yeah? Where you girls from?” And just as Jackie had started to answer “Bos…,” Mark declared, “Boston, right?”
Now, I couldn’t be sure if he actually remembered us and where we were from or if he was able to pick it up by my accent, as in, “I remember you from last yeeeeaaaah.” Anyway, I thought it was cool that he at least obliged us and promptly offered us passes to Body English. We were on our way to Pure, so we politely declined, but I had already hashed a plan to hit him up for Saturday when we got back to the Hard Rock that night.
Sure enough, he was there when we returned and I asked very coyly how difficult it was to get into English on a Saturday night. He asked how many girls there were and I said there’d be eight. Then he said to come and see him when we were ready and he’d see what he could do. Flippin’ sweet.
Fast-forward to the next night. We return to the Hard Rock after dining at the Wynn and there’s Mark. After getting a few drinks at the Center Bar, I run back outside to see what’s doing. He hands me a stack of eight complimentary passes to English and then guides me and the rest of my crew to the front of the line. There, we are met by a promoter who leads us in and we were set!!
(Just for the record, we had tried to give Mark a tip, but he declined to let us. He just kept saying, “Have a great time.”). I’m sure he does this for a number of nice people (i.e. girls), but I think he’s going to remember us and I consider him a guy I know now in Vegas. Sweet!!
Shane and Juan – Bartenders at ESPN Zone
So on Sunday, we decided to go to ESPN Zone in New York, New York to watch the Patriots game. Jacks and I did this last year and had an absolute blast!! We met two very nice bartenders, well…one was a bartender, the other was a barback. Anyway, they were both cool and we were hoping to see both when we returned this year.
To our surprise, the girl bartender who was there a year ago was there again!! We were stoked. We made it obvious we were ecstatic to see her and she definitely remembered us…and our big tip, apparently. She informed us her shift was over, which was a bummer, but she told the two guys replacing her to “take care of us.” Well, that they did.
Shane and Juan were great, and apparently both gay. I know I’m stereotyping here, but I found it a bit odd that two supposedly gay guys were working at a sports bar. Well, Juan was pretty obviously gay in that he told us he was, but Shane had me completely fooled and to be honest, I’m still not convinced!!
Anyway, anytime Shane got us a drink, he didn’t make any adjustments to our tab. Sweet!! We probably got about $50 knocked off our bill because of it. Obviously, we tipped him accordingly!! It is because of this that I think he will remember us. That and the fact that I have a picture of the two of us!!
Seemingly sweet bartender who turned out to be a raging bitch – Bartender at English
So, the group split up on Saturday night. Me, Michaela, Liz, and Andrea stayed at English, while Jacks, Amanda, Tami, and Erin decided to check out Tao. Michaela and I had a tab at the bar and the female bartender was being very good to us…or so I thought. She always seemed to remember what I drank and was very polite when I ordered (it’s been my experience that a lot of attractive, female bartenders who work in Vegas aren’t like this).
Apparently I judged her too quickly because she unleashed the beast when we paid the tab. I told her I’d like to close my tab but NOT to run my card because we wanted to pay cash. Well, she drops the bill in front of me and there’s a charge of $36 on the bill. I flagged her down and asked why she charged the card. She said she had to charge the first round because blah, blah, blah. (We were in a club so I couldn’t totally hear the reason). I then asked her to make sure I received a void slip and she was utterly annoyed at this point. She drops a new slip in front of me and says ‘See? Amount charged to your card: Zero!” I sarcastically responded, “Thank youuuu!”
So, the tab was $92 and we paid with $95. We wanted to physically hand her the $20 tip we were giving her because we wanted her to feel like an ass. Well, she basically ignored us prompting us to ask the guy bartender to fetch her over. She then threw up her hand all “talk-to-the-hand” style and we were fuming. I put the $20 in the guy’s hand and said, “Here, make sure she sees this 22-percent tip and tell her to go F herself!”
I think it’s safe to say she’s already forgot us!!
Guys who served us dinner Friday night – Nero’s
This one’s easy. They won’t remember me, Jacks, or Michaela, they’ll only remember my shirt. I call it my Open Heart Surgery Shirt because it’s slit right down the middle. One by one, different male servers kept coming over to the service window at the bar to check out the shirt, which they made painfully obvious by practically tagging each other in to do so.
Well, this one’s gone long, so I’m going to quit.
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