For the second time this summer I took a trip with the help of a free hotel from the ESPYs. This time it was myself and my buddy Forman taking our talents to Las Vegas AKA the City of Sin, the Entertainment Capital of the World, the City of Lights and Glitter Gulch. It was a two-man wolfpack with hopes and dreams of striking it rich or at least finding some good looking girls to spend the weekend with.
I would like to start with the girls. About the only way to keep from blowing through your life savings in the casino is to go to the hotel pools. We had three in our hotel, the Cosmopolitan, but one charged a cover (dumb) and the other we briefly looked for but could not find. Thus we spent our time at the Bamboo Pool. This is where we did the bulk of our socializing with the ladies. Oddly enough all of them we talked to were from other countries. There was a tremendous Canadian who was told to leave the pool by her brother because he wanted to hang with us and drink beers. A large group of Australian girls who were defensive about their country despite us only saying positive things. My favorite was two french girls who were talking back and forth. I said "You are speaking French right?" and the reply I got was a head nod yes. Unfortunately the only thing I can say in French is "It is beautiful outside isn't it" and at that time it had just poured rain and was still really cloudy.
Away from the pool my favorite girl was the one who asked me for my hotel key so she could get into a club. I said "as long as you drop it back by the room". She never dropped by but I wasn't back in the room until 3:30 a.m. so in that four hours she could have tried to. There was an Asian girl who wanted her picture taken with Forman but he had many drinks in him and at that time couldn't get out any real words. One of the great things about Vegas is there are always girls dancing on tables, in boxes or serving you drinks. I would have to say some of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen were in our hotel. One night when the tables were turned and it was me who was feeling the alcohol affects more we were walking to dinner when a parade of Planet Hollywood girls came by us singing "Vegas, Vegas, something something". I don't remember all the words but one of them tried to throw beads on me because I was dancing alongside of them. I am not sure why they were all laughing though.
On to the gambling. I lost quite a bit of money and was depressed for about 30 minutes but then realized that in the grand scheme of things I knew I would lose and was really just paying $50 per rum and coke. That is about the price of a drink at the bar in Vegas anyway (kidding it is really only $20). Once I was down a few hundo after the first day and morning of the next day I wised up. I started playing a horse racing game in the MGM that took quarters or penny slots the rest of the weekend. I probably broke even or won a little bit by doing this. I hit several big bonuses and will now stick to the penny slots even though I never really know how I am winning.
Vegas was not all gambling and girls, however. We had some impecable timing. We were riding an escalator to go eat at Burger Bar in Mandalay Bay when we saw a sign advertising a Pete Rose appearance at noon. We checked the time and it was 11:55 a.m. About 10 steps further and there he was. I took a picture of him while he was talking on his cell phone and Forman struck up a short conversation about Jeter's 3,000th hit. Ironic that we met Pete Rose in a casino.
Forman had never been to In-N-Out Burger so we ventured to try it out. The Fire Marshall would have closed the place down if he saw how many people were in there. It was worth the wait but we had to eat outside where it was really hot. Literally 30 seconds after we threw our trash away it started to pour rain ... again really good timing.
Two other quick mentions about our trip. We love Earl of Sandwich because the food was cheap and tasty and it was across the street from our hotel. We ate there every night for dinner. Also I have to mention the show Recycled Percussion we saw. The great thing about it was they gave everyone in the audience a drumstick and a selection of a pot, pan, bucket or other household item in one of four big trunks. They allowed us to be a part of the show which was pretty cool. I never got to play drums on pots and pans growing up so it was like going back in time to right my childhood in a way.
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