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The Ultimate Pub Crawl
Looking for good networking opportunities, The Bartender finds plenty to celebrate at a nightclub and bar convention

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The Molson girls kept The Bartender's hands full (of beer).

LAS VEGAS – Where are those anti-hangover pill guys?

This was a business trip, an occasion to meet people within the pub and club industry who had come together to network, pitch products, see the latest equipment and hear presentations from experts on a variety of related topics. I anticipated good meeting opportunities accompanied by long days and endless visits to booths and displays that, after a while, all seemed to look the same.

But the Nightclub & Bar Convention and Trade Show was not a conventional convention by any standards. It was a nonstop party that began the minute I hit the floor and continued well beyond my last call. It combined beer with booze, networking with nightclubbing, shot girls with showgirls. (While intended for those in the industry, it appears to be open to anyone willing to pony up the $75 entry fee.)

My first clue of this came when I showed up at the Absolut Album Covers Party at the Alladan Hotel ballroom when I was greeted by a waitress offering not hors d'oeuvres on a tray, but cocktails. After that, it was an absolut-ly outstanding time, the room largely consisting of mixing stations featuring various vodka concoctions, as well as free beer courtesy of Warsteiner. Live music was supplied by the Beatniks, an excellent cover band from Seattle.

Yet this was only a warm-up. Ahead was a second alcohol-sponsored party at Club Utopia, although everyone was really talking about the Bacardi party later that night at the House of Blues. Suddenly, I began to take keen interest in a company I had heard about earlier, one that makes anti-hangover pills. I just HAD to meet those guys.

It was about my fifth time in the free Warsteiner beer line that I did indeed stumble into them. It seems they have developed a pill that does indeed prevent hangovers. It's some type of food supplement and you are supposed to take three pills before drinking and three more before going to bed. (The company is First Call and its website is www.preventhangovers.com.)

Okay, I had already blown the first part of the instructions but I popped three pills and headed to the Bacardi party. Upon walking into the House of Blues it became immediately obvious that I was going to give the product a true field test under fire. The invitation-only party was packed, go-go girls danced in cages, artists performed on stage and the Bacardi flowed freely from nearly a dozen of bars and drink stations. This was one "spirited" event!

In fact, it outlasted The Bartender, as I packed it in at around 2. Feeling I needed rest more than a hangover prevention cure, I popped only one of the remaining three pills (again, not following instructions) and retired for the night.

The next day came too early as if often the case after a great party, but I popped a leftover hangover pill and headed for the show. About the only beverage on my mind was some iced tea, but when the Molson girls offered up a cold Canadian brew, I didn't have it in me to turn them down.

It was 11 o'clock in the morning and people were doing shots all over the place. Dozens of alcohol companies were offering samples, either straight up or through any imaginable combination of recipes. There was rum, vodka, tequila, bourbon, whiskey and beer. It was some sort of Bartender heaven, a jolly cruise through a happy crowd, bar-hopping without going to a bar. It was, in many ways, the Ultimate Pub Crawl.

Suddenly, when it hardly appeared things could hardly get much better, I turned a corner and discovered The Spearmint Rino, a "gentlemen's club" that was gentlemanly enough to have brought along a few of its dancers as well as a dancing pole to make the girls feel at home. They kept on their essential clothes (as evidenced by the above photo) but that hardly diluted the spirit. (Hey, when is the strip club convention!?)

This was across the aisle from a body shot bar where girls pulled in other girls for free samples. Behind this, a confetti machine was booming and the whole thiing looked like a controlled Carnival.

I have no idea how many drinks I consumed. All I know is that I was there about six hours and they never did run out of Molson.

Where are those anti-hangover pill guys again?

The Bartender can be reached at bartender@pubclub.com

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