Strangest night of my life.....

Ok, this is sort of long but I felt like I should let you guys know what I did this past Saturday. It might be one of the wildest, strangest, nights of my life. I was in Vegas with a bunch of people and we were hanging out in New York, New York. We decided to head over to the Palms and take a shot at getting into the Playboy club on the 52nd floor of the hotel. Once we got over there, the girls sweet talked the door guys a bit and they made us a "deal." The girls could get in free but me, Hutch, and the Squid had pay $40 each. So we paid $40 each. The club was really cool except for $10 Bud Lights and $15 Vodka and Cokes. It was pretty small with a small amount of people. There were a couple of high roller black jack tables, one of which Frank Thomas (the baseball player) was betting $1000 a hand. We noticed one guy with 3 blackjack tables reserved for himself. It was very apparent he was the richest guy there. He was playing around $3000 a hand. I talked Hutch into going over there and "making friends with him." Being really drunk, Hutch agreed it was a good idea. The guys name was "Tim" and we ended up getting invited to leave with him and couple of his friends. We took the elevator down and were escorted out a back exit and eventually to a limo. This is where we met Tim's friend "Chris." So we get into this limo and head over to the guys' place at the Palazzo Suites. If you're not familiar with the Palazzo's, they are the most upscale suites in Vegas (or so I'm told). We arrived with 2 other limos carrying their friends. As we went up to the suite we learned that Prince was staying at the suite across the hall and Elton John was directly above us. The suite was a 2 story, 6 bedroom suite completely marble with an elevator, butlers, and open bar. It looked like a place out of cribs. It turned out that Tim and another guy were in real estate and own 30% of National Lampoon. They were in Vegas to promote the new shitty Van Wilder movie. Just then their friend and 3rd roommate walked in the door. I'll be damned if it wasn't Kato Kaelin. Apparently he does work for National Lampoon and is close friends with Chris and Tim. There were probably about 12 of us in the suite and Kato seemed to think he already knew us. He high fived me and hugged Hutch. After an hour or so, Kato was playing the grand piano and singing songs off key. Hutch kept yelling at him to play "crocadile rock" but Kato kept yelling back "i'm not playing fucking crocadile rock!" After realizing he had never met us, we ended up bonding a bit with Kato and he even got Tracy's work # to set up some Soutwest Airlines flight stuff. I recognized Kato's girlfriend from survivor or amazing race or something. Her name was "sarah." Ok, pretty wild so far but I'm not done. At this point there's about 8 guys and 3 girls (Tracy, Christina, and Sarah) at the party. Now enter the 3 hookers. I'm sorry, I didn't catch their names. After about an hour more of drinking, Chris offers me a "wedding present." He had already paid for a hooker of my choice. I explained to him that I wasn't real interested and Tracy agreed. So Chris offers me $1000 to do it and offered Tracy $5000 to put towards our wedding if she let me do it. He reminded me of a less attractive Robert Redford from Indecent Proposal. Still, we declined the offer. After Hutch passed out in his chair, he and Christina decided to leave. Chris provided them a limo back to MGM. About an hour later (after Tracy spilt a red drink on the white carpet), Tracy and I were ready to go and they provided us with a limo for the night. We drove around a bit looking for friends to pick up and eventually went back to our place. Last we heard, Tim was up about $50,000 at the blackjack table. They were leaving on the personal jet Sunday morning. Kato was surprisingly cool and fun. I still don't know what he does for a living. Anyways, just thought I should share this story with some people. Below are a few pictures of the Palozzos and the Playboy Club. Serioulsy, what a strange night...