Leaving Las Vegas

The city of Las Vegas should officially change it's name to Sin City. After 4 days of disregarding health, safety or financial security, your Uncle Buck and his chowdahead friends have returned home (well most of them) safe and sound.

THURSDAY: The boys gathered Thursday night at this Logan Airport bar with high hopes for a fun bachelor party in honor of dear Panda. Little did those faces know what was to come next...

"Stand-ing tallll, on the wings of my dream. Ri-se and falllll, on the wings of my dream. The rain and thunder The wind and haze I'm bound for better days. It's my life and my dream, nothing's going to stop me now."

After a smooth ride aboard Jet Blue the boys arrived at their hotel the infamous Mandalay Bay hotel and casino.

Gaylicks joined the boys after a quick flight from Los Angeles. Licks was instrumental in the planning of the weekend, as a veteran of the Las Vegas underground.

The first stop was at THE hotel's MiX lounge. Griff and Boner shrug off the jet lag while Crazy Cousin tries to capture a shot of the beautiful skyline and a female guest.

Bachelor Pan attracts some interesting ladies in between shots from L-Dude...

Before long the boys hit the casino floor for a little $25 a hand blackjack. UB and Tiny proved masters, while Pan dropped $100 in 4 hands...Boner takes advantage of the comped White Russians...

Gills and Pan meet a couple of the city's, um, "enhanced" ladies. L-Dude was sure to avoid the numerous hookers that surrounded the bar like vultures.

Almost as soon as Tiny had reached $500 in winnings, it dropped back down to $0...

...While Gaylicks goes all in.

FRIDAY: The boys get moving to the pool after about 4 hours of sleep, having stumbled into the rooms around 5 am PT.

100% Class

The beach was packed with guests so the boys headed to the South pool area to catch a few rays...Meusy applies some lotion on his Irish friend...

Tiny...living the High Life.

The boys did make a quick trip back to the beach to enjoy the wave pool and lazy river...

Tiny has had enough of the damn freckles...

After cleaning up and throwing a few back the boys grab a few bowls of loud mouth soup and head off to the Spearmint Rhino...

The Best Man, Crazy Cousin Dinj, pauses for a photo with Pan. Crazy Cousin did a bang up job organizing the trip, making it perhaps the best bachelor party yet...

Outside the Rhino...While Chowdaheads.blogspot.com was not allowed to bring their cameras inside, UB can assure you that it was a respectable establishment. By the looks of things UB suggested the name be changed to "10"s. Line of the night: Stripper named Pink: How's it hanging. Unidentified chowdahead: It's not anymore.

It turns out that such celebrities as Mike Tyson, Paris Hilton, Dennis Rodman, Sting and Jamie Foxx have been frequent guests at the Rhino.

Bone and his new best friend Ryan the party host. Though Ryan was a douche bag, he did ensure that Pan's crew avoided the lines...

After the Rhino the boys hit Tryst, one of the top clubs in Vegas. Tryst featured sexy dancers, an 8 story waterfall and $7 beers.

Several female guests took advantage of the stripper poles provided.

Griff claims he saw Dave Winfield, while Pan recognized then hugged the winner of America's Top Chef. UB had never heard of him.

Many of the boys were not really sure how they got back to the hotel that night, as just about everything after the above photo is a haze...Rest assured they did get back...

SATURDAY: After another day at the pool the boys cleaned up and played the slots before hitting the House of Blues for dinner.

Next it was on to the Hard Rock Hotel, where Pan won $200 on that dollar wheel and Gaylicks tried to play his king high strait against a naughty bachelorette.

After loosing Meusy, Gills and Boner at the Hard Rock, the rest of the boys headed over to Nine Fine Irishmen at New York, New York for a few brews.

"Honey I shrunk the drunken clowns from Boston."

Gallagher's meat men.

Gaylicks' latest victim.

SUNDAY: When Sunday rolled around, Pan and the boys were licking their wounds. After a little more time at the pool, where the boys again ran into a group of girls from Iowa who had tried to engage the clowns in a game of flip cup. After drying off, Crazy Cousin checked the group out and moved the party to the Excalibur.

The boys got checked in and spent some time at the medieval bar and medieval blackjack table in the sleazy King Arthur styled hotel.

For one last dinner Griff was able to get the group into the private room at ESPN Zone. A perfect way to end the weekend, before having to board the red-eye at midnight.

Never get between a Panda and his BBQ ribs.

"Put $100 on the Mavericks."

An MIA Boner arrived soon after with an Irish bird. Sadly he never made the midnight red-eye and no one has heard from him since...

Before heading to the Airport, UB, LT, Crazy Cousin and Griff took a ride on the New York, New York transit rollercoaster. While UB didn't get any photos, he did find this video of the ride on YouTube.

So after thousands spent, gambled or wasted UB, Pan and the rest of the chowdaheads (minus Bone) left Las Vegas never to return.