u/Waffulz4026

Free to another SM fan who can meet me there on time. Its a GA Balcony ticket. I got a 2 pack and idk anyone else who'd want to go.

No obligation to hang out with me, but I am a chill 34yo guy LA local, have been a SM fan since I was 16 and havent seen them live in over 12 years. A lot of their music helped me through those angry depressed teenage years; Somewhere in the Between is one of my favorites. I used to play trombone all up through college and was pretty serious about it, even used to message Nadav and Mike Soprano asking for tips back in the day.

I may go grab a steak dinner beforehand at Taylors Steakhouse and you'd be welcome to join in that too, just throwing this out there.

Off I was in Las Vegas, the City of Sin. Enjoying myself as a young single man does. This was a quick solo 2-night weekday trip. I had dining credits to use up and I hadn’t hit Bacchanal in a few years. From what I remembered, it was absolutely worth it. Let’s see… will it live up to my last experience?

Enter Bacchanal on a Monday night, 7:30 PM at the height of dinner service. I was seated at a great table and began my rounds.

Round 1: Meat. Prime Rib, Brisket, Crab Legs, Shrimp, Oysters, Wings.

Round 2: Asian & Italian. Sushi, Poke, Nigiri, Meatballs, Lobster Ravioli, Tomato Salad, Polenta, Pork Bun.

Round 3: Dessert. Orange Cake, Mochi Donut, Tiramisu, Dubai Chocolate Cake, Banana Cream Pie, GF Chocolate Cake, Pineapple Upside Down Cake.

Round 4: Meat. Tri Tip w/ Horseradish, Sea Bass, Brussels Sprouts, Ube Horchata.

Round 5: Dessert. Carrot Cake, Vanilla Cone, Molten Lava Cake, Ube Ice Cream, Vanilla Ice Cream, Ube Horchata.

Mid-round 5, a sensation overcame me. I began feeling extremely warm and felt blood rushing to my head. At the same time I felt like I was about to crap in my booth. I was full, sure, but at this moment I had literally no appetite and actually began feeling sick at the food in front of me. Physically and mentally, I felt like a glutton and this was just too much to deal with.

My mind and body had officially unionized. I decided I needed to leave.

I stood up shakily and felt like I was in a fever dream. The kind waitress overseeing my table gave me a concerned look on my way out. I don’t think I looked too good. I headed straight for the bathroom because I felt like I needed to clear some room and was about to explode.

Upon entering, behold: a line for the stalls. Whoever decided to put just 2 stalls in the men’s room next to one of the grandest buffets in the U.S. should be ashamed. At this point the lightheadedness became dizziness and I began slumping against the wall for support as I waited in line.

Next thing I know, I wake up crumpled on the floor in the bathroom hallway.

I feel my pants. They are mushy.

I smell shit.

I get myself up and the man leaving the stall can clearly tell I am not well. Without saying a word, he holds the door open for me. A true gentleman.
I attempt to strip naked, half awake and pretty sure I’m semi-concussed.

I take my Doc Martens off and pull my jeans and boxers down. Lo and behold, a muddy defecation of glutton fills my boxers and shines like some sort of pot of gold. Alas, this was no end of a rainbow. Shit is smeared down my thighs, the smell is overwhelming, and I grunt and groan as I wipe myself in places I never thought I’d have to wipe shit off of, certain I didnt get 100% of it all.

It takes me a good 20 minutes, all the while grunting and groaning. I wrap my boxers in an irresponsible amount of toilet paper, give them a Viking funeral in the trash can, wash up, and walk back to my room at the Cosmo in a delirious state of mind.

Once I get back, I throw up what smelled like sushi, I notice a huge bruise on my left forehead, presumably from when I hit my head passing out, and then crash into bed not knowing if I will ever wake up again. "What a way to go.." I thought to myself as I faded away.

I won’t lie, this is not one of my finer moments.

I spent the rest of my time in Vegas contemplating what the fuck I had just been through.

What happened to me?

Is this how I’ll remember Bacchanal Buffet moving forward?

Why the hell did I choose to WALK back to the Cosmo with mud butt, crusted shit remnants on my thighs, and no drawers?

What happens in Vegas…

Blueberries. I freaking love em. Pies, cobbler, cheesecakes, lemonade, anything. Blueberry anything, who makes the best Blueberry items in LA?

Blueberries. I freaking love em. Pies, cobbler, cheesecakes, lemonade, anything. Blueberry anything, who makes the best?

My (33M) girlfriend (24F) is a virgin and it hurts her when we try to have sex. How can I help her?

It really hurts her when we try to have sex and I feel so bad. I always go really slow and ask her if she is okay constantly. I tell her to tell me to stop at any moment and I do right away. I absolutely hate hurting her and she has told me she wants to get better at it because intimacy is important, but she says she has that pain all day after we try.

I want to go down on her because I think it will help and I enjoy doing it, but she does not let me because she thinks it is unhygienic. I guess I am
not "small", I am about 7" and dont go in all the way when we have tried. She is very tight and does not really masturbate or use toys. She is scared that I will leave her if our sex life does not improve. I have told her repeatedly that I care about her and will not leave her because of this. I believe there is so much more to a relationship than sex and I want a future with this girl, I care about her so much and truly hate hurting her.

I feel awful on multiple fronts because I am physically hurting her and I dont want her to feel like its her fault or less of a woman or that she is not satisfying me. I want to help guide her gently and I want our relationship to include pleasurable sex like a healthy one should, but I have never been with a virgin or someone very inexperienced like her. What can I do to help her "open up" I guess to say, and to make it actually pleasurable for her?

Its more of a mayonnaise spread with chicken bits than anything. Felt like I was eating cat food. The marketing image is drastically, I mean drastically different from what I got. I ordered it with bacon and cpr as well and it did nothing for me. Will never order this again.

#9 on rosemary parm mikes way, extra meat, jalapenos, + chipotle mayo and cpr on the side reigns supreme.

Its my last full day here in Sayulita, Ive been here since Tuesday and have been having a good time, until yesterday. I am staying at a local hostel and one of the volunteers here has been super cold to me and I heard her mutter what sounded like 'sand ni**er' as I walked by yesterday morning. I did not do anything to her, she does not say hello back to me when I do, just gives a quarter smile and looks away. A group of Aussies showed up yesterday and she has been completely enamored with them, like night and day behavior between how she treats them and me. It has thrown me off and killed my vibe seeing the difference in treatment.

Along with that this beach club here tried to totally scam me. I was at La Playita earlier today and ordered a Pacifico and coconut shrimp while chilling under an umbrella chair watching the surfers. The waiter comes and tells me, doesnt ask me, to move over to another chair so a couple can sit. I do so, the (Mexican) couple sits down and dont even say thank you for moving or anything. They then start playing loud music and smoking. I just wanted to listen to the beach and waves. The waiter comes back later and says it will be another 400 pesos to sit there per the 'owner'. I said no, you asked me to move here and Ive ordered food and drink and I am going to eat and leave. He says okay then 300, I say no, then he says 200, I say no "es no justo", its not written anywhere and he didnt tell me this when he sat me. And then he relents and says okay and leaves. This pissed me off and continued to kill my vibe for the day.

The general treatment from other tourists is pretty poor towards me. I am middle eastern looking but born and raised in SoCal. I am very polite, speak decent Spanish, and am a good tipper. I just wanted to come here to relax, eat good food, surf a little, and explore this beautiful town. But some of the people here are kind of scumbags and it is affecting me now, I just want to go home early or am
considering going to an all inclusive in PVR for my last night. I am now just hiding in my hostel room deflated and uninspired. Just wanted to vent.

First time in Sayulita tomorrow. Also my first time solo vacationing and staying in a hostel! Looking forward to surf, food, and wandering around with no plans. Just wanted to share!! Any food recs or solo venture activities? Also any beginner surf school/instructor recs for a trip to the other beaches?