It is really possible in Las Vegas to go for days at a time without sleep and not know how many days have passed. You stay up so late at night, that your next day begins even before the prior evening has ended. I won’t say that is what I did, but it was almost. When I got in the night before, I was so wired I couldn’t fall asleep. It took two Ambien to knock me out and I didn’t wake up until late. When I checked my email the next morning, I had a message from the CFO asking me to join him for lunch. That is what I did to start the day.
After lunch, I attended a real estate conference. It was completely lame. They were talking about how to start a blog. Like who in the technology or marketing field doesn’t know how to start a blog at this point. It was an insult to be in the room; a room which happened to be in dungeon like conditions in the Flamingo Hotel. BTW, the Flamingo is a cesspool and I highly recommend that you don’t stay there. Fortunately, I am not staying there, but my colleague Matt is. He has welts all over his body from the chiggers and bedbugs. At least that is one of his primary complaints.
After the conference, Matt and I took a quick change into some casual clothes and to kill some time gambling while we waited for another coworker to join us for dinner. Matt killed the BJ tables again and I churned up and down for a while and eventually settled on a $48 loss for the night. I am just not aggressive enough gambling, otherwise I would be up much more. I just don’t have the stomach for it, I guess that is what happens when you have a mortgage to pay and two kids to send to college at some point in the future.
We ate at Joe’s Stone Crab. Needless to say, we had some stone crab and 20oz bone in rib eye steaks with creamed spinach, sweet potato fries and . While eating, we also continued our drinking spree which started several hours earlier. I am back to my old ways of downing Captain Morgan and Coke like it was water. For a change of pace I switched it to Capt. Morgan and Red Bull. I think I like it with Coke better, but Red Bull does give it a better kick. The steak I had was about the best I have ever eaten. There was no way I could get the whole thing down into my stomach. I left a good portion of it over and I felt a little emotional when they took the remainder away. I wanted to take it with me, but I couldn’t see carrying around a hunk of dead cow flesh with me while we hopped around from club to club and casino to casino.
 The first place we went to after dinner was On top of The Palms Hotel at the Ghost Bar. The Ghost Bar is on the 55th floor and overhangs the building. To make it interesting it has a glass bottom floor. It was freaky taking a step onto it. The view of Las Vegas from there was fantastic. We had a bunch of drinks at this place and admired the hot girls walking around. The place wasn’t exactly hopping though, so we left to try to get into another club in the next building over. There was a big line to get in and the bouncers wanted 50 bucks a person to expedite our entry. We would have paid 50 for the 3 of us, but we just didn’t see the utility of paying so much just to get ahead of the line. So we ditched the place and eventually wound up back at the Bellagio. We gambled some more and then called it an evening. It wasn’t the greatest night, but it sure did beat staying home and watching CSI on TV. |
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