But I digress....as Vegas fades into the shroud of memory, I thought I would hit the remaining highlights of the trip, bullet-point-story-style (feel free to add more in the comments):
- Within two hours of arriving at Treasure Island, Spurt has been banned from drinking. Our pit boss, Trudy, was a complete moron anyway (one of her comments upon finding out that many of us were lawyers or in law school..."It normally takes a couple of times to pass the bar." Yeah, if you're fucking stupid). Spurt dropped a few f-bombs, and that was the end of his alcohol experience. Too bad he was only drinking Coronas at the time (he may be the first person ever cut off while drinking girlie beer).
- 10 dudes in a Grand Caravan on the way to Luxor for steak dinner on Friday night. The minivan was destroyed. Between AJ having to crouch in between the two captain's chairs and Peak literally riding in the trunk well, I was praying that we would not be pulled over. I worried about getting past security (who normally looks in your trunk), but Spurt used his expert Vegas knowledge to assure us that the Luxor did not have security. Unlike the "take Frank Sinatra Drive, it's faster" incident, this one actually worked.
- The return trip to Denny's and the hostess' comment that "we don't have any seats available right now" despite the fact that HALF of the restaurant was empty. T disappearing for ten minutes and coming back with a comp for his dinner.
- The hotness of the waitress at the Venetian (Ari knows), which cannot be overstated. The hobbit-like quality to the waitresses of TI. Watching ND come all the way back from 20 down only to choke. The lack of Caribbean Stud in any casino. The "fun" of "Super Fun 21" at the Fiesta. Triple shot Everclear martinis sounding like a good idea. The Luxor steakhouse: great food, awful service. Forgetting that DJ is actually deaf in one ear and just thinking he was ignoring me. Looking forward to next year.