I don't think I can go back to Vegas. Our group of dudes got one little taste of the suite and table life and from that point on, waiting in lines for GA entrance to a club was considered an option on par with sucking off every guy on the strip to get into the club. Offensive. The combination of alcohol, other stuff, and beautiful women everywhere had me utterly convinced that this was my life from now on. Champagne wishes and caviar dreams. 4 days later I checked my credit card statement and it was Natty light wimpers and bologna sammich nightmares.