Las Vegas Rehab on TruTV
TruTV is home to a handful of surprisingly decent reality shows. Black Gold, a show that centers around oil drilling crews in Texas, Worlds Wildest Vacation Videos, which features plenty of Shark-Week Worthy footage, and The Smoking Gun Presents, a video-commentary show that pokes fun a dumb criminals, thieves, wanna-be daredevils, and obnoxious party goers, are three particular highlights of the network’s programing.
And the network’s website, well, in many cases, the content there is just as good. With Top 10 lists galore that regularly find themselves on Digg, there’s always something interesting to read when you’re taking a quick break at work.
Another one of their programs, Rehab, recently debuted its second season earlier this month. The show takes you behind the scenes at Rehab, a party that claims to be the wildest bash in the city of Las Vegas. What makes this the hottest party in town? It probably has a lot to do with the celebrities, the insanely attractive women running around in skimpy bathing suits, and the alcohol that never seems to stop flowing. You can learn all about the party on their official website, or better yet, get an inside look at the program here.
Learn more about TruTV’s Rehab, and how to win a trip to Las Vegas, after the jump!
Note: Video is slightly NSFW! You’ve been warned!
So what is Rehab? It’s another one TruTV’s attempts at exemplifying real life on television, vs. reality TV, offering up a slice of life, rather than bits and pieces that you get from reality programs. Black Gold gives you the life of oil drillers, The Smoking Gun… well, dishes out real life idiots, and Rehab… shows you real life partiers.
While the venue’s website will show off the space, the show delves into the drama that occurs on the scene. Staff and security, struggling to handle the wild customers, competition from neighboring hotels and their own wild parties, all while dealing with the pressures of a troubled economy.
But rambling on the internet only does so much. You have to see the show to believe it. Luckily, TruTV offers up some stories from the show that you can stream first hand, such as this Top Five Rehab Moments segment, will undeniably make you want to live vicariously through these wild party goers. Don’t even pretend like you aren’t interested in throwing down with these folk.
Still reading? Interested in partying in LA? Good! Visit Rehab’s official website for details on how you can enter yet another contest… a chance to party like a rockstar IN Las Vegas at Rehab. You can enter by visiting the official website. Good luck!
Had a party a main pipe burst and no one cared my buddy was dressed like Gorton’s fisherman the hallway became a slip and slide there were footprints on the ceiling from emergency kegstands someone ate half of the fish in my aquarium my roomate passed out on the couch and we put him in the neighbor’s yard there was a body print jumped into the drywall in the basement and finally a skunk sprayed outside of the open kitchen door which lead to a smelly dance party give me my mino.
PS – everyone got craned.
Where the hell did my entry go?
As someone who’s been to a Rehab party, I’d like to vouch for it’s craziness.
Short G-rated Rehab story: My buddy jumped in the pool with his cell phone in his hand (held above his head) thinking he wouldn’t get it wet… unfortunately the pool was deeper than expected and he and his phone were submerged under water. Flailing his arms reaching for the ledge, he unfortunately slammed the hand w/ the phone in on the side of the pool. We all had a good laugh and he secured his phone in a safe place and got back in the pool.
Yeah, then about 20 minutes later he realized his digital camera was also in his pocket the whole time. That’s pretty much the punchline.
Some friends of mine threw an “Around the World” party once. You’ll have to bear with me, as these are collected through other people’s recollections.
Long story short, no one really wanted to try the sake in the Japan room I was helm-ing with a buddy… that is, until I told every girl I would take a shot for every girl that took a shot.
Needless to say, 16-18 shots later — those bastards creep up on you — apparently I was (trying to) breakdance with all of these girls surrounding me laughing. It’s kind of like when Gob in Arrested Development yelled “They’re laughing with me, Michael!” when this was not the case AT ALL.
I then woke up with a pink handkerchief in my pocket the next morning with no recollection how it got there.
Oh, me…
My house had a party last year for the Olympics (ours were the Beerjing Olympics). We had team captains (with countries from far and wide such as Honduras, Poland, and the now defunct Czechoslovakia) a draft, like a fantasy football draft, of all of our friends, and training sessions. The actual event was all day (2pm to 11pm) and was comprised of about ten events, all drinking related obviously. Czechoslovakia ended up taking the gold (we had gold, silver, and bronze medals which were actually spraypainted crushed beercans made to hang around the neck with ribbon), but due, in part, to a scandalous flip-cup finish which should have gone to video replay (the mino could have come in handy).
Oh, to be a 16 year old girl. A major milestone as MTV has so wonderfully illustrated in the My Super Sweet 16 series. Well, just under 10 years ago, I planned my own super sweet 16. Being the age of the e-vite, I created a fun animated (with midi!) invite and e-mailed it to 100 people. 87 RSVP’ed and I, along with the credit card of my mother, started to order food, hire a DJ and rent out the city pool for what was to be most hip party to hit Central Florida.
Decked out in my brand new bikini, I awaited the masses.
Eighteen people showed.
Eighteen.
So why is this my favorite memory? Have you ever seen teenagers around endless amounts of food? I have the best time stuffing my face with these incredible people, who did everything in their power to make sure I rang in my 16th with laughs.
Also, when preserved properly, a sheet cake that feeds 100 can last three weeks for a family of four. Nothing is better than sharing good treats with those you love. And that, dear readers, is what makes a party.
Short and simple story: We decided that drinking every time someone said ‘Harry!’ (in a dramatically over acted British accent that only drunk Americas such as myself can do.)
The rest of the night from my perspective: I got tired and bored of Harry Potter, and fell asleep.
The rest of the night from everyone elses perspective: I saw a lovely lady who needed a foot message…which I then apparently decided looked rather appetizing.
Turns out I must have a deep seated foot fetish brought out only by dangerous amounts of alcohol.
This is actually a story of two parties- two nights in a row. On the first night we decided to turn our house into a shooting range, using our newly purchased BB pistols and $50 worth of bottle rockets that we smuggled across state lines. The first two hours of the night consisted of drinking gallons of Genny Cream Ale (the local standard in Western New York) and shooting at the cans as they became empty, using my bedroom door as a backstop.
Eventually we broke a hole thought the door/backstop with so much shooting and decided to switch over to bottle rockets. There is nothing quite like an indoor bottle rocket war in middle of a Western New York winter. Shooting them at each other got boring, so we starting using the toilet as a launch pad. Then someone got the idea of putting firecrackers in the toilet. We all agreed that this would be hilarious. A snap-crackle-pop later we had a hole blown through the side of our toilet. The party was called to an end and everyone went home.
The next night, there were 20 people on our porch, looking for a place to party. We were like “OK, but we don’t have a toilet.” There was already DJ stuff set up and a couple crates of records from the night before, so it was bumping in no time. More and more people continued to come through the door. Word spread quickly of the dopest party in town. It was all good until the inevitable happened. A girl had to go to the bathroom, only we did not have one. She and a few of her friends walked down the porch steps to make the best of things through the 18″ of snow in our back yard.
I yelled for them to wait, grabbed a snow shovel and began to dig a path for them to a spot behind a fence where they might have privacy while making some yellow snow. They all thanked me for being so accommodating. I told them that if they thought this was good, they should see how great our parties are when the toilet is working.
Now give me the camera, please.
Picture it, New York City, 2002, Pop Rox @ Flamingo East in the East Village (a party I used to frequent while attending college near NY). Speaker dancing, drinks a flowin’ a group of friends, and the sounds of early 2000′s pop music blaring in your ears. Nothing better!! Camera’s should have been following us there.