Guys have birthdays and fly clear across the country to celebrate in Las Vegas. When I turned 23, last week, I didnít need to go anywhere. A five minute limo ride from my condo and I was smack in the middle of the Strip. As you might expect, I had a blast.

It started in the Joint at the Hard Rock. My friend Alan Meltzer played a major role in breaking the band Creed, and they happened to be playing on the night of my birthday. To help celebrate, he hosted me and a bunch of our poker buddies ñ including Keith Gibson, Brian Rast, Dan Blitz, Bob Wright, and dates — in a skybox at the Joint. That meant a full open bar, scantily clad cocktail waitresses, lots of great food, and a perfect view of the show. Creed sounded fantastic, the singer was super into it, and the crowd flipped out. We got to hang backstage with the band, took pictures, chatted them up, and generally had an awesome time.

After the show, though, thatís when things really heated up. One of my buddies managed to snag the Hugh Hefner Suite at the Palms. Itís everything youíd imagine: beds as big as Bentleys, pictures of naked girls everywhere, a hot-tub on the terrace. Itís pretty easy to get a bunch of good-looking girls excited about partying up there, and, yeah, we had plenty. The drinks were flowing, and I got pretty deep into the Patron. My friends and I played rock, paper, scissor, with the loser needing to take a shot. I didnít do too well at the game, but if there was a contest to see who could drink the most tequila, I probably would have won.

We were in a totally pimped-out suite, and it was loaded with sexy, drunk girls who outnumbered us three-to-one. A few of them were taking naked pictures of each other upstairs, others were messing around in the hot tub, and one stripped naked for a half-dozen black chips. Apparently, she had starred in a lesbian porn film on the Net.

To give you an idea of how sick my friends and I are, though, can you guess what we were doing amidst all of that decadence? Thatís right, we began playing poker ñ and the quality of play, as you can imagine, was not particularly high. There must have been 20 girls crowded around the table, watching. Most intent of all, though, was The Girl. I promised that if I won a certain amount of money, Iíd buy her a pair of Dolce & Gabbana boots that sheís been lusting after. I didnít win enough to warrant her getting the boots, but, believe me, she was sweating the action like you wouldnít believe.

It was a great birthday, made all the better the next morning when some guys came by my apartment to shoot a pickup scene for the reality show thatís being done on Alec Torelli and I. Luckily I had a couple girls from the party staying over, and they were willing to participate in the shoot. Letís just say that we wound up with some interesting footage.