Jun 2011 – Las Vegas, Nevada: I Don’t Care To Be In Overrated Vegas Clubs And It’s Perfectly Fine.

By June 2011, I can’t count how many times I’ve been to Las Vegas.  I’ve been to all clubs in Vegas like Marquee, XS, Surrender, Encore, and so forth.  

I was well into my 30s.   I think I’ve grown up a bit from my college years.  However, we men never really grow up; I think all women can agree with the statement.  In my 20s, Las Vegas was the funniest place in the United States; there is a reason why it’s called ‘Sin City’.  The obscene amount of drugs, gambling, strip clubs, prostitution, alcohol, restaurants, pool parties, and night life makes it a haven for losing one’s inhibitions.

Surrender Night Club, Las Vegas
Surrender Night Club, Las Vegas

For example, there is no one sober at the Las Vegas Airport.  People look like they pulled an all-nighters or they look hung over.  I don’t know anyone who has flown out of Vegas sober or not on the verge of puking in the TSA line.  The road back to Southern California is filled with people passed out in the cars.  Vegas is the perfect city to make some memorable mistakes in life.  Trust me.  I’ve made plenty in my life.

During my June 2011 trip, my mindset changed due to my previous Vegas trip.  I’ve tasted what it felt like to do absolutely nothing in Vegas.  I liked it.  For some reason, my buddies and I decided to hit up Surrender for old time’s sake.  There was a long line in front as usual and there was no way we were waiting in line.  We decided to grease the bouncer, so we could get in front.  He was being a prick, so we decided to dick him.  We put a few twenties on top than bundled it with leftover dollar bills from the strip club.  Luckily, we got in right away.  If not, he would’ve sent us back to the end of the line when he found out what we did.


Surrender is the typical Vegas club.  The celebrity DJ was spinning, the drinks were expensive, the coke was everywhere, the chicks in their outfits, and the douche bags were abundant.  As the night went on, I kept my usual club routine of pounding shots after shots while I hit on chicks after chicks.  I wasn’t having as much fun as I did in my earlier Vegas club nights.  Something dawned on me.  A light bulb went on.  Yes, I do seldom think.

I realized I was completely over this scene.  I realized I had outgrown this superficial scene.  I no longer care about the drugs, alcohol, loud music, and pretentious people.  I realized I rather be sitting somewhere quiet, having a drink, relaxing, and discussing ideas with people I care about.  I didn’t care to be in a club with 500 or more other people I don’t know or care about.  It was fun in my 20s, but in my 30s I didn’t care much about the hedonistic activities.  I wanted more from life than another drunk memory.  This wasn’t cutting it anymore.  I guess men do grow up.  Eventually.

I Don’t Care To Be In Overrated Vegas Clubs And It Was Perfectly Fine.

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