Each of one of you gentlemen contributed to the memory in my view:
One gentlemen brought liquor to get us going in the room where I got to try a liquid refreshment that brought tears to my eyes, made me sweat and grew hair on my balls within seconds. I now know what gasoline tastes like as one exhales. This guy also wore a white robe in the morning like he was Hugh Hefner or Jesus, cold? I think not.
A second gentlemen who is addicted to throwing dice was nice enough to buy everyone brunch Saturday morning. Only problem was nobody was able to eat the incredible spread, there was a lot of glaring at food vs. any actual eating. Thinking back to everyone sitting at a table not eating is quite hilarious. Still, we thank him for attempting to feed the group. He did redeem himself with a great recommendation for solid steaks and wine to go along. Props to the craps addict.
The third gentlemen selected our room with automatic curtains and lighting. Great selection and we'll always give him a hard time for placing us on the towering 3rd floor. The roof view was awesome! Seriously though, great hotel choice. This guy ate enough at brunch to make it worth the bill and somehow had a photo with the Chef to prove it. We just hope one day he will weigh 100lbs so we can feel better about ourselves.
A Fourth gentlemen aka "agua de pina" started my two day headache by supplying the patron shots at the tables to get the night shakin. The visual of his uncombed hair during night one was priceless and will stay with me for a long time. Something about his hair bouncing up and down as he stood right next to a CRAZY man yelling "Let's go shoota!!" about 400 times was quite comical.
The Fifth gentlemen accompanied me on my flight in and joined me as I started the night with a little roulette. This guy also drank the liquid refreshment that burned a hole into our souls. So much so that he and his "friend" aka the restroom met about 6 times between the hours of 2am and 8am, one of which was at a location where people may have odd odors or spots. I don't imagine that particular restroom was a pleasant site... poor guy, but again priceless. Disclaimer: No odors or spots were detected on this group.
A sixth gentlemen arrived Night 2 on a mission to celebrate a hard night in Vegas. He ate great food, drank gasoline with us, and somehow pissed off a nice young lady at a "party" because he was a gentlemen and did NOT wish to "dance" with her. What it must be like to be that pimp. He also managed to have fine young ladies where his hat at this "party", again, to be that pimp... This guy also managed to pull a Haiku out of his ass a couple days later.