I remember Landeskog and
Erik Johnson were like, "What do you mean you're not coming? We've seen your fake ID, it works. You're getting your ass on that plane and you're coming to Vegas with us."
And I was like, "Alright. Lets go! Gabe Landeskog just told me I'm going to Vegas. This guy's such a stud, he'd never let me down."
We get to the nightclub, and we're all going in together and the bouncer kinda knew we all played on the Colorado Avalanche... I give the guy my fake ID and he just kinda looks at me and I'm like, "Oh dear. Here we go."
The guy's like, "Huh, Tyson Jost eh? That's funny. He plays on the Avs and you're trying to say you're John Rick or whatever."
And I'm like, "Can you please just let me go? I'll go up to my hotel room. Nothing will happen here. Let's just call it a night." But I get escorted up to my hotel room by six or seven security guards.
MacKinnon's behind me yelling at these guys like, "Do you know who we are? Let this kid in!" And then
Tyson Barrie's like, "This isn't helping, just leave it alone."
The hotel manger's like "You're banned for life. You're never getting in here."
So I'm just in complete panic mode. I'm packing up all my stuff while the security guards watch me and they escort me out of the room.
And then I'm sitting outside of the hotel and I'm like, "I'm not 21, you need to be 21 to get a hotel room in Vegas. It's 12:30 at night-like what am I going to do right now?"
SO JT Compher, one of my boys, he came to my rescue. He's hurting a little bit and he's like, "Josty, I'm coming with you. I need to go to bed anyways, let's go get a hotel room."
I don't think I slept for the next two days. I was thinking of scenarios like Joe Sakic's gonna hear about how I got banned from the Wynn Encore. 19-year-old Josty was just scared shitless.