vegas.
Here’s the quick rundown…
flew out of la to vegas friday morning… southwest, fully booked flight, but we were there early enough to be part of the first boarding group, so we got decent seats and the all-important overhead container space for our bags. Woot! I’m a big fan of not having to check luggage if at all possible. Flight was uneventful, except for the fairly lame older ladies who decided to wear surgical masks for the entire flight. I wanted to keep walking past them and coughing. Lamest of the lame - as soon as we’re off the plane - while still standing around the SAME group of people, and breathing their air and stink - they take the masks off! Now, wasn’t that pointless?
Grab a cab and off to the Four Seasons to check in… feeling all swanky until I realized it’s only limos and “executive charters” pulling in and the doorman gives our cab a withering glance. Fuck them. We ain’t rich, we just hang out with rich people.
So we check in and we’re on our way to the elevator when half the band spills down the hall, off to Ceaser’s Palace for gambling… needed to freshen up so we just grabbed the cell numbers for later hookups. Got into our room, put stuff away, relaxed for a few and got in touch with Rob and Miyoko… they were up for a quick drink (or three) and then a stumble around the local casinos. Wendy took us over to Excalibur for Krispy Kreme, then we headed across the street to the Tropicana to find Rob’s mythical gambling chicken. Apparently, it does exist - but it goes on tour and was in Reno at the moment. We settled for yard-long margaritas, and continued moving. We ended up at the Holiday Inn Boardwalk (the best place to gamble on the strip - just like being downtown!).. Miyoko promptly won $100 on slots while Rob and I frittered away at the Roulette table… I won $70 and Rob won $300. Guess which was the luckier couple on this trip?…
A few hands of blackjack later, and Wendy was down a bit… but nevertheless, it was time for some more drinks as we headed back to Mandalay Bay… John booked dinner at Lupo, where we met up with the whole crew for a nice Pucky italian dinner (and lots more drinks)… we then crossed the street and basically took over the Russian vodka bar there called Red Square. They’ve got over 100 vodkas available and we sampled damn near every one of them… we had intended to go back to the Boardwalk, or even downtown, but drinking had taken it’s toll and we wisely decided not to gamble that loaded. finally stumbled off to bed at some ungodly hour… best part of that night was the fact that no one left a credit card, the main guys went to bed a bit early, so we stuck Greg with the bill which he had to charge to his room. And hope that he gets reimbursed for it. heh. second best part was being mistaken for kato kaelin. should had done the autograph.
will do day two and three in a bit… off for some dinner!