A Funny Story From Tryst…

The following story was relayed to me by my friend and player-partner, Christopher. Damn it, I wish I’d gone to the club on this night last week…

So near the front of the club, right near the dance floor this older guy gets a booth and bottle service for his group. Big shocker, right? Yeah, well, you don’t see this kind of bottle service every day….

The guy comes into the club and opens his tab with an American Express Card. Not just any American Express Card – The American Express Card. The black card. The one whose minimum line of credit is $100,000. Well, usually in clubs in Las Vegas bottle service goes something like two or three bottles minimum and something on the order of a bottle for every four people. This guy had quite a group of people with him. It was him… and a gaggle of gorgeous girls – straight-up models – sixteen of them, all dressed in the same outfit, is what I was told. Well, they’d probably require at least four bottles for such a party, interesting as it was on the face of it, but he wasn’t ordering like your average patron at Victor Drai’s Tryst Nightclub (inside the Wynn Resort.) The guy orders up sixteen bottles of Dom Pérignon right away.. one for each girl!

Now, for the uninitiated who might be reading my blog here, with bottle service you pay through the fucking nose: the mark-up is scandalously high. Most bottles of alcohol of decent quality range between $275 on the low end and $475 on the high end, with $350 about average. The good champagne? Uhm… it goes way up. I was told Dom is like $950 a bottle at Tryst. I’m not sure about that number, but with an obligatory 20% tip on roughly $15,000, he’s easily over 18 g’s, and he hasn’t even paid for the ladies yet! (oh come on, who is that nice of a guy??)

So they bring all this out.. set it up. The guy gets all the girls’ attention and says – making it clear that this was planned far in advance – “Alright girls! Now!” And upon Big Daddy’s command, these modelesque girls grab their champagne bottles, march right off onto the dance floor, pop the corks, shake the bottles really hard with their thumbs on the hole, and start spraying the crowd like they just won the fucking Superbowl.

Christopher said it damn near turned into a riot. All these people were freaking out, covered in seriously expensive champagne.. totally pissed off, of course, all while this guy watches this unfold… just because he can.

So I’m hearing the story and someone else standing there asked Christopher “oh my god! did they get kicked out???” And I just grinned really big because I knew the answer. “Are you kidding me? No way in hell!” Las Vegas knows how to take care of the people with the most money to burn… Everybody else without a black AmEx can take a fucking shower. Man, I love this damned town!

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