SOME AWESOME SHIT THAT HAPPENED IN VEGAS - BY PETER WARREN

Wed, 01/27/2010 - 1:47pm — Peter Warren

Well, it's been a good long time since I've contributed anything to this porno site that isn't the one I work for every day, which you may know as AVN.com. That's either because I'm a deadbeat, as Mr. Bangs of this site has called me, or because I've been drowned for months in work at my real job having to do with that thing in Vegas we put on a couple weeks back.

Which brings me to the topic at hand: a few of the totally rad-iculous encounters (hmm ... iffy wordage at best, Warren) I had over the course of that whirlwind 96-120 hours. With no ado, further or otherwise, dig it:

1) Meeting Richard Dreyfuss
Yes, a shocking number of porn folk have reported myriad Dreyfuss interactions one particular night during the week, several of them far lengthier than mine. But it was still badass. And I did actually get personally introduced to him as though I was someone important by one Tommy Gunn. He shook my hand and told me he reads my magazine. The end. Greatest story ever? Perhaps not. Sure put a nice gust of wind in my sails, though. Right afterwards, the porn chick I happened to be with (who shall remain nameless out of the kindness of my heart) asked me, "Who was that guy?" Oh, porn chicks ... you make my heart chuckle and weep simultaneously.

2) Being the butt of a Dave Attell joke
I made my debut in one of the patented AVN Awards Skits™ this year, and after it rolled, Attell (our comic co-host for the evening) cracked, "How about the mullet on that guy?" and then something about having once bought crystal meth from me in Santa Monica or some such witticism. It was an honor and a delight not just to be called a drug dealer by such an esteemed comedian, but to share that privilege with Mr. Ian Cinnamon, otherwise known as Sasha Grey's dude. Admittedly, Ian came out one up on me, as Attell called him a drug dealer from the '70s. Oh yeah, and also he fucks Sasha Grey.

3) Finding $100
It’s true ... I found a crisp $100 bill lying right in my path on the floor of a certain casino as I was exiting it. I promptly went to my hotel room, scoured the internet for the cheapest hooker available and ordered up an in-call. OK, I didn’t really do that. Mostly because I didn’t think of it until now. Next time I find me $100, though, get ready cheap hookers, because I will be enlisting your cut-rate hooker services!!!