Arrive in Vegas around 5pm last Monday. Exciting blends are in the air. In our bags, too. Haaa! JK. Anyway, park da car and call Hunt City to find our where our room in Caesar's is. 6611-6613. It's a big fucking suite. Epic. My favorite part of the suite is this perfectly rounded round table with six chairs (one for each person on the trip), where we can play drinking games or just drink. Fantastic!
Start drinking way too early and by dinner, we're sufficiently drunk. Oh, I forgot to mention that I lose $200 in less than hour during my first go-round at BlackJack. This did not sit well with mwah, and I became determined to win mah money back. By 1am, we are all dead; we call it a night because we know there are big times ahead.
Wake up Tuesday, start to win maaah money back at the BJ tables. Early afternoon delight at Rhumbar of the Mirage, then make my way to a $70 buy-in poker tournament at Caesar's. Bye-bye, I'm out in an hour-and-a-half. Not ready for the big boyz yet. Hoooold up, though, because I'm about to pay for my tourney losses by winning at the BJ tables. See Bette Midler show @ 730, go upstairs, get changed, play epic game of Kings, then we make our way downstairs where I win $100 at the BJ tables before we go to Pure. VIPs, holla. --> King's at "the" table (Bette Midler cards). The club is huge, people are crazy, woo Vegas. Get really, really drunk and have late-night $21 room service hamburguesas delivered up at 330 in the morning, which I don't remember eating at all.
So drunk that Hunt City and I wake up at 8am, four hours after we "went to sleep." Gambling at 9am is interesting. Stopped by the Wynn hotel and casino --> baller, can't even smoke inside. And any hotel/casino with an Alexander McQueen shop deserves props. By noon, after losing $50 during the morning, Nils, Kalle, and Goldman Sachs and I decide to indulge in a little brunchfest buffet. It's mediocre, but a) I don't even know where we ate, and b) I wasn't very hungry. Oh well. Fast forward --> later in the day, I go downstairs to play some more BJ, but just enough to pay for my portion of the room service bill from the night before. About an hour later I proceed to lose $120 in ten minutes with Rufus. I am disgruntled and hungry, and more than anything, sad. Everyone goes to an all-you-can-eat Sushi buffet, except me because I spoiled my appetite at Subway and am feeling sorry for myself. I nap for a little, then make the bold decision to go downstairs to the $25 minimum BJ tables and win my money back. I win $116 and decide it's time to cash-out and peace. I am ecstatic that it was not a losing day (on the whole). Next up, on my way over to see the New York New York, I stop to see the Bellagio fountain show: they blast Celine Dion and it is amazing! Get to the New York New York, and while I wait, I order a 48oz strawberry daquiri in a yardstick and proceed to get drunk. We all see the burlesque circq-du-soleil, Zumanity, at 1030, and it's pretty awesome. BOOBIES! Aside from some more gambling and drinking, it's not a late night. We have to rest for the drive home. Well, Horchata and Rufus do. I get to ride backseat round-trip. After brunch at Caesar's, we're off! Back to LA/San Diego.First trip to Vegas, conclusions: 1) it's amazing, like fairy-land, 2) it's not a real place, and 3) three-night max
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