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Sunday, July 25
Beautiful Babies
I made it back from Sin City in one piece, and haven't been in front of a computer in over 2 days, so it must be time to write again?
No, video poker doesn't count.
Wanting to start things off with a bang, I decided to arrive at the gate in Sacramento 10 minutes before the posted departure time of 2:00. Noticing the closed jetway door, I pleaded with the lone woman behind the counter to please let me board. Without so much as looking up, she informed me,
Sir, we haven't started boarding yet.
It was only then that I realized a hundred some people were standing around, possibly wondering why I had nearly trampled those in my path to the plane. It was only slightly embarassing.
The flight itself was uneventful, and soon after landing I found Wade and Luke amongst a sea of Delta Sigma Theta conference attendees. We made our way to the hotel, where Ray and TJ were anxiously awaiting our arrival. Once Taylor and Ben rounded out the Fearless Foursom... Sensational Sevensome(?), we attacked the first buffet we found. Sufficiently stuffed full of Mongolian Meat, we hiked down the strip to Coyote Ugly, where the "bartenders" spent most of their time yelling at us to sing along and stop playing hip hop on the f*#%!^g jukebox. That got old, so we prettied ourselves up and checked out swanky V Bar before making a late night run at the blackjack and craps tables.
I ended the night up a whopping $20, and woke up in time to check out one of several pools before venturing off the strip for some wholesome family fun. It took one cab an hour to get some of the boys back to the hotel, but we didn't miss our dinner reservation at Del Frisco's. Good thing too, because the food was incredible and everyone was all smiles - until the bill came. A big thanks to Jon Schaan for introducing his brother to Argentine wine, the 2001 Salentein Malbec was grapetastic.
After rolling in style to the Hard Rock, we gambled for awhile (I lost $50, Taylor won $500) and then made our way to a VIP table at Body English. You can deduce a lot from the website I linked to, but I can't even think of words to describe how fantastic it was. Except of course |337, which is somewhat appropriate in this context. A few highlights:
We hit Denny's around 4 AM and went to bed as the sun was starting to peek over the mountains, but don't think that meant we had an unproductive day. While Ray was trying to comprehend why he puked his dinner all over the pillow and floor at night, and then alcohol the following morning, Wade and I each threw down $10 on the Packers to win the 2005 Super Bowl. At 15:1 odds, that's a guaranteed $150 in our pockets a mere 196 days from now. I bought a poster from the Guggenheim conveniently located in said hotel, and we visited Roy's best friends at The Mirage.
There was plenty of time left to get to the airport, where we sat around for quite some time after checking in. One might think that would prevent me from (once again) running to my gate as the monitors indicated the plane was boarding and I hadn't even gone through security. We ended up taking off a mere 2 hours late, so I'm thrilled to have made a fool of myself twice in the same weekend. Speaking of late - I have to go to work in the morning don't I?
Well that was a bit long-winded. Only 21 links - that ought to keep everyone out of trouble for awhile... good night!
Now Playing: Minnesota Orchestra - Mephisto & Co.
posted by Brad at 7/25/2004 11:29:00 PM | permalink |
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