This is a tale of caution. Its a tale about a someone very close to me who had something very scary and strange happen to them when in Vegas for a friend's stag. For privacy purposes, I'll call him "Devon".
The story takes place at Carnival Court. For those who haven't been to Vegas, or haven't stumbled upon Carnival Court, its an outdoor casino located at Harrah's. Its just like any other fabulous Las Vegas casino, except for the fact that the tables and games are all outside. That means there are few to no cameras in the area to monitor what goes on.
Devon and his friend, the groom, were just sitting and playing blackjack at one of the tables. Devon remembers that he was up quite a bit. They had a waitress taking their orders at the table, and bringing them drinks, as per the Vegas culture. Neither of them had the slightest buzz, and hadn't consumed that many drinks. The groom recalls that him and Devon were having a regular unabnormal friendly chat, and out of no where Devon got up from his seat, walked a few steps, and then fell face forward towards a set of cement steps, hitting his head on one of those steps, and cracking his brow open. When he fell it looked as though he was already out pre-fall, because he didn't try to stop himself from hitting the ground. He was out, cold. The groom had no idea what to do, he just grabbed Devon's chips, and managed to hail an ambulence to take Devon to a nearby hospital. The groom said that while he watched Devon in the ambulence, and during their visit in the hospital. Devon was alive, but unresponsive. Like in a deep sleep. The attending physician was "Stitch", the one of the official UFC medics. They said they couldn't give Devon any painkillers while they stitched him up because they didn't know what his condition was. While the doctor was stitching Devon up, he didn't even so much as flinch. As soon as the doctor finished, Devon sat up from the bed, looked at the groom, and said. "What's going on? Where am I?" He had no idea about the events that had just transpired. The groom asked him what the last thing he remembered was, and Devon said that he vaguely remembered playing blackjack back at Carnival Court. Stitch noted that, unfortunately, this story wasn't the first he has heard of this happening. He made the suggestion that at places like Carnival Court, where the tables and drinks can't be monitored, that stuff like this happens all the time. How odd.
When people are warning others to be careful while in the hustle and bustle of Vegas nightlife, its usually telling young women to watch their drinks, and to be careful and weary of strange men. Of all people, if this can happen to a grown man, who is not even at a bar or nightclub, sitting right next to his friend, it can certainly happen to anyone, in any situation.
The only explanation of what happened had to have been that someone who had access to his drinks, slipped some sort of sedative into that drink or drinks. How could this have even happened? Could it have been a collaborative efffort? How does one person get away unseen with putting enough something into a drink to sedate a full grown adult male for hours?
Since it was just the two of them, no one else on the trip really bought the "drugging" story. I think everyone else came to the conclusion that Devon must have been wasted, and not have known it. But from the groom's recollection, that was not the case.
What is even crazier is that, a friend of Devon's co worker who was just recently in Vegas said that the EXACT same thing had happened to him at Carnival Court. Same story, was up quite a bit of money at a table, and then blacked out. Unbelievable!
And because there is no video surveillance, who's to say that anything illegal or out of the ordinary happened at all?
Does this story sounds familiar? Has this or something like this happened to someone you know? Tell me about it in the comments section below. We need to get the word out there. Vegas isn't all fun and lollipops.
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