THE ULTIMATE VEGAS BACHELOR PARTY: DEBUNKING AN AMERICAN MYTH - WHO’S THE PARTY REALLY FOR?

After dinner, two schools of thought start to emerge. One group wants to head to the clubs - Rain or Tryst (they named it, so go ahead, have one). Tryst is inside the Wynn, so the topless pool is a great ice-breaker. The other group might want to hit a different sort of club, something along the lines of Olympic Gardens or Sapphire - a lovely dancer took my buddy’s cellphone and placed it inside her carnal treasure. To each their own.

The next morning, everyone should meet for brunch and then head directly to the pool where the rest of the day is spent relaxing in the sun sipping some hair-of-the-dog.

As you reflect back on the weekend, hopefully you took the “whipped” out of “pussy whipped” and got plenty of it. And remember, you are protected by the more traditional secrecy that generally surrounds a bachelor party and the more recent ad campaign – What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

--Ryan Bernstein