Have you ever woken up and thought, “WTF happened last night?” As you recap the night with your friends and the memories slowly fade back in, there is only one logical conclusion… “Diablo made me do it!” After all, tomorrow’s great stories start tonight. That got us thinking, what would your most epic night be? It’s a thought-provoking question, for sure. Here’s what a few members of our editorial team dreamed up. These nights just might put them in the BroBible Hall of Fame (Shame).
We want to see what your great nights consist of. Show us your best photos/videos that capture what only Diablo can provoke via the hashtag #DiabloMadeMeDoIt. The best entries will win a trip and VIP experience to relive some of those moments at the epic Halloween Bash, hosted by Cabo Diablo and BroBible!
Let’s go!
Boatshoe Bobby:
My friends and I would take a private jet to Las Vegas.
Dan Bilzerian, Leonardo DiCaprio and Meredith Baxter-Birney from the 1980s would be there to greet us (Hey, this is my dream day. And as such, Meredith Baxter-Birney hasn’t aged a day). They roll up in an ARMY TANK, because that’s the only way I travel in Vegas.
After exchanging pleasantries, we hit the strip. Hard. Bilzerian and DiCaprio tell me it would be their honor to bankroll my gambling habits. In less than 10 minutes, I double their money playing high stakes Money Wheel. Yes, MONEY WHEEL, because in this scenario the Money Wheel is for ballers. Baxter-Birney is thoroughly impressed. Naturally.
When night falls, we’re just getting started. Instead of going to a club, Bilzerian has a surprise for us (because we’re besties). He brings us to this circus-sized tent that’s erected in the middle of the desert. It’s off-the-chains inside. The theme is heaven and hell, and every girl in the place looks like a Victoria’s Secret Angel.
For the after party, everyone heads back to DiCaprio’s penthouse in the Hard Rock Hotel. We all play strip poker ‘til the sun comes up and a fully-clothed me, because everything comes up ACES in my dreams, is struck with the gross realization that life is all downhill from here.
Reggie Noble:
If Diablo made me do something for the whole day, I would wake up really early, walk into the tail-end of a rave and ask the hottest girl there out for a nice breakfast. After gorging on a meal with a dangerous amount of carbs and fat, we’d return back to my apartment where we play video games and start to drink.
Sounds healthy, right? Well, screw you. I’m assuming this free pass means nothing I do can negatively impact my life from that point forward.
Ergo, I’d then go full Groundhog Day and tempt death in a myriad of ways. I’d really take YOLO to a dark place. No regrets about it.
Staring death in the face would probably cause me to work up another appetite. To satiate myself, I’d like to realize a lifelong goal of having a hot dog eating contest. I think I could do 10 in 10 minutes.
Then it’d be off to the sportsbook to wager on whatever was going on before getting in bed by 8 p.m.
After all, the next day is the first day of the rest of my consequence-tied life.
Rebecca Martinson:
If I had a free pass to do anything for an entire day I’d spend it at a giant music festival with all my friends. In order for this free pass to be worthwhile, the following would have to happen:
1. Someone gets arrested, but let go after like, 5 minutes. That’d be cool.
2. Everyone needs to be feeling GOOD if you know what I mean. I think you do.
3. Raging face for 9 hours straight, only taking breaks so no one wets themselves. Urinating yourself is usually bad.
4. We should probably actually watch the show going on, but really that’s optional.
When all that’s done I would happily roll up to some casino somewhere and play roulette until the free pass day is over. Roulette is gambling for dummies, and a brainless activity like that is something that’s right up my alley, since my free pass day should not include legitimate thinking or require me to do any math whatsoever.
David Covucci:
If Diablo was running my life for an entire day, I’d wake up refreshed and rested, and pour myself a shot of tequila…a massive one. Then after downing it, I would go to a Mexican place for tacos for breakfast, but not breakfast tacos. Real tacos. Chorizos and lengua.
After the meal, they would pour me more shots of tequila, which we would take with these two beautiful blondes who just showed up, Bloody Mary-style, when the word ‘Tequila’ was shouted. Our waiter, Armando, would join, because he’s a cool dude.
Then I’d be like, Hey Armando, we’re about to go to a naked pool party. Quit your job and come. Armando, the two girls and I would get in a rented limo, and go to the naked pool party where we could bring glass bottles in the pool because SCREW. RULES. I would be drinking a Corona with a lime, and I would meet my future wife. Because that would be a wonderful story to tell (Armando already left with both girls. That Armando, I’d say). The two of us would steal a car for funnsies and lead police on a high-speed chase, eluding them, ditching the car and getting away scot-free.
Then, I’d say, “Hey, all that action worked me up an appetite. Wanna get a free steak dinner?” She’d say yes, and we’d eat free steak at the nicest steak restaurant in town … then head back to my house to consummate our new love.
What would your night entail? Show us your best photos/videos that capture what only Diablo can provoke via the hashtag #DiabloMadeMeDoIt. The best entries will win a trip and VIP experience to relive some of those moments at the epic Halloween Bash, hosted by Cabo Diablo and BroBible!