What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas but some events deserve a brief summary to be shared among friends. First of all let me offer a hearty Thank You to the gentlemen who set up this awesome night in Vegas full of drinking, laughter, drinking, gambling and drinking. Everyone had fun and stayed safe throughout the weekend, although there were reports of some people returning to the hotel Sunday morning with odors and spots on their clothes that they couldn’t (or refused) to explain.
All of us were quite toasty on Friday night and some were able to throw dice and yell “Lets go shoooteer!” well into the wee hours of the morning while others coughgroomcough were just as happy sitting at a video poker machine attempting to remain upright, concentrating on keeping his insides inside.
I have some final counts for you:
7 shot glasses, 5-6 drinkers, 1 bottle Red Breast Whisky, 1/3 bottle Bookers Bourbon, 1/3 bottle Cabo Wabo Tequila and that was just in the room. It does not include the countless shots of “Patron”, the many whisky highballs and mini water bottles consumed at the table delivered by mesh covered, bustiere clad women. Nor does it include the 3 bottles of very nice wine that we polished off at dinner.
There was also one notable moment that took place during breakfast on Saturday morning. Each of us had maybe 1.5-2 hours of sleep before the room became alive.* Breakfast at the buffet was decided upon as a way to help combat the party that was currently residing in each of their stomachs. Everybody ate sparingly barely able to finish a full plate before sitting back and refusing to look any food again, everybody but one. This gentleman has been known to eat….and eat….and eat which isn’t that amazing at first until you realize that this person cannot possibly weigh more than 100 lbs; maybe if he is soaking wet, wearing thick clothes and ankle weights. Let me recap what we witnessed:
-1 plate of shrimp (7-10)
-A bit of cheese
-Some Chinese noodles (kind of spicy)
-A pancake topped with some chocolate raspberry lava stuff that didn’t look like either chocolate or raspberry
-A few small slabs of ham
-Another plate of shrimp
-A chocolate mousse cup containing 1 mini Oreo (which I stole)
-A small piece of chocolate cake
-Caramelized bananas on an ill conceived inverted plate
-A small piece of cake or pie (not really sure what is was)
-Another plate of shrimp
That is all I can remember off the top of my head. I had originally tried to capture the entire list on a piece of paper, but alas it was lost. To top it all of this fine upstanding gentlemen felt inclined to get a picture with the chef on his way out and congratulate him on a job well done. Well done sir.
We all parted ways on Sunday afternoon with promises to do this again sometime in the future. As I was pulling out of the parking structure, I realized that my jacket was left hanging up in the closet with a good bit of money (what remained of my budget) left in the pocket. I quickly called the hotel and politely asked that they don’t clean the room just yet as I was in the process of turning around and heading back. It took 30 minutes to circle the ‘block’ and make my way back to the hotel entrance; gotta love the traffic on Vegas Blvd. during checkout time on Sunday. After being transferred thrice, I was given ‘clearance’ by a very important sounding man in the ‘towers’ to wait by the door for security to show up and let me back in. I was even stopped by that seemingly ineffectual man checking for key cards at the base of the elevators, at which point I had to produce my ID and recount my predicament so he could check in with said ‘tower’ to validate my story. Eventually I was reunited with my effects and was back on the road again, with everyone else. Six and half hours (took me 3 to get there), 3 movies audio only for safety (Beauty and the Beast, Hunchback of Notre Dam and Boondock Saints) chicken strips, curly fries, a bag of pistachios and half a bag of sunflower seeds later, I parked the car in my driveway, ready to return to my normal life.
*This room could be set up so that at a specific time of day the tv would turn on, the lights would illuminate and the curtains would open on their own flooding the room with painfully bright rays of sunshine, all controlled with a touch screen alarm clock.