Good Evening, Gentleman.
After two days of rest and recuperation, I suppose it’s time to tell the story of the Manosphere Meetup of Doom 2013.
I have to say, when it comes to the Meetups hosted by myself and Uncle Mitch, simple survival is a mark of success. It was a Hell of trip and I am going to give you guys a short version of the story, as best I can remember it.
Mistress and I flew out on Sunday. We arrived in Vegas a little after 5 PM and met Uncle Mitch in the lobby of the Bellagio. We moved our stuff to the suite and hit the casino for drinks and a few rounds of roulette.
Mistress and Uncle Mitch
We gambled for a while ( I got up 60 dollars, Mitch lost) and then TempestTCup and DoktorBill showed up. We made our introductions and continued gambling while they moved their stuff up to the suite. Once they were moved in, we all headed up to the room to socialize and get to know each other.
Doc, Tempest, Mistress and DoktorBill
Believe it or not, Tempest and DoktorBill are both over 50 years old. Just goes to show you that misogyny and hate keep you young, I suppose. So much for all of us being fat virgin basement dwellers. Hell, I’m 27 and DoktorBill and I could be brothers. Which we are.
We all wandered around the casino, gambled, drank a lot of alcohol and had a good time. We finally decided we had to get out of there and explore. Main reason? We were in a non-smoking room and we wanted to hang out in a quiet environment and get to know each other…while smoking and drinking.
We ended up at a little local Irish Pub called McMullans. If you ever visit Vegas, I encourage you to check it out. It’s a little out of the way place where tourists don’t go. The cab drivers don’t even know how to get there.
We all had a blast at the Irtish Pub and had some fish n chips with our Guiness and other beer while we really became a family. We felt very close from the moment we met. The Manosphere is the best medium I have ever found for meeting amazing people. Sadly, we were having way too much fun to get any pictures at McMullans. We spent hours talking and joking about everything.
Mistress and I had been on planes all day, and after all the food and alcohol she got tired. So we headed back to the hotel, where she decided to call it a night.
Mistress has Jet Lag
The rest of us were far from done for the night, so we decided to hit the Vegas Strip. I suppose being old and having high tolerances is good sometimes. So, off we went….
Doc, Tempest, DoktorBill
Uncle Mitch, Tempest, DoktorBill
Well, to make a long story short…we didnt get far. Tempest and Bill were way more trashed than they thought, and they were swaying on the sidewalk. We somehow took a turn off the Strip and ended up in a rough looking spot with nefarious characters passed out on benches or standing around looking menacing. With half the crew nearly comatose on their feet, we decided to haul ass back to the hotel.
We spent the next few days drinking heavily, gambling, wandering around the Strip and riding the Deuce. The Deuce is a double decker bus that will take you up and down the strip all day for 8 bucks. Alcohol is not allowed on the Deuce, and I brought a lot with me that next day. So we were forced to sit at the bus stop and drink it all before we could board.
“Eat More Pussy” says the grafiti beside her
I hate to bore you fellows, so I’ll skip to Wednesday morning when Dannyfrom504 showed up. Oh, wait….let me go back a bit.
Mistress and I got stood up by a hooker at Circus Circus on Tuesday night, but that’s a story for another time.
As I said, Danny showed up on Wednesday. I was naked in bed with Mistress when Danny started tickling me and saying “Hey there, little guy! Time to get up, Pooky!”
A rather interesting wakeup call. So, now we were 6. We headed downtown to have some fun.
Your Mule smells of disappointment and lube
Oh, darn. I need to back up again. It’s all so confused. Did I mention that on Tuesday night we all went to the strip club? In a Limo?
Mistress and I headed to strip club
Everyone having fun in the Limo
Well, at the strip club (Treasures) Mitch scared the Hell out of the manager and that was fun. We are a fairly wealthy corporation and we like to throw our weight around. Mitch and I played Good Cop Bad Cop and I managed to get us a lot of free drinks and have the manager send all the hottest girls to our table to sit in our laps all night for free. Mitch and I paid for Tempest and DoktorBill to have a lap dance from some twins, and then another. This was apparently their first lap dances. Tempest looked shocked, but Bill enjoyed it.
So anyway, Danny showed up and we hit the town. Damn good times. Danny and I cuddled and had a tickle fight. We are manly men, so that’s not gay at all.
Later on that day, @DeathtoHamsters showed up. You may know him as MANdatory on Twitter. Awesome guy.
Mitch and MANdatory
The rest of the #Meetupofdoom was pretty much a blur of alcohol, gambling and madness. There is no other way to describe it.
It all came to an end on Saturday when MANdatory, Tempest and DoktorBill had to leave us. But not before MANdatory and Uncle Mitch got to be lazy and sit around in the room watching football.
Mitch and MANdatory watching Football
Well, that’s the story of the #Meetupofdoom. For those of you who have a twitter, check out that hashtag for the full story of the trip. There are way more pictures and tales to be found at #Meetupofdoom. It was fun. There was a fuckton of sex. Everyone got laid a lot. I mean a lot. “Bust in my Face!” is one of the more memorable quotes. Along with “I hope that’s not the smell of sexual congress.”
If you want more stories, more pics or anything else, let me know in the comments. This was a very condensed version.