Vegas. What can I say about Las Vegas. I could give the short version like most everyone else who has visited that city of sin and just say how much I won or lost and that I am just chalking it up to entertainment. But that's not my style. Anyone who has ever listen to me tell a story they know that is is reminiscent of their aging grandmother. I habitually beat around every bush in sight and then conclude with the soup to nuts version that you never really cared to hear about in the first place.

I like to relive my stories and the best way to do that is to give the ol' play by play.

Thursday

7am EST - Wake up and pick up Boo (named have been pseudonized to protect the innocent) and we head to work.
1pm EST - Leave work like bats out of hell and head back intown to pick up Wolf. Head back to my place. Pack. Have first Captain and coke. Head to MARTA.
2pm EST- Meet Walzer on MARTA downtown en route to the airport.
3pm EST - Meet the bachelor (PMo) at the Sam Adams brewhouse in the T concourse. Two tall Budweisers and 3 captain doubles.
5pm EST - Grab coke aka mixer at the Wendy's walking to the gate. Mix captain. 2x.
6pm EST - On plane, the actual captain has removed the fasten seat belt signs and of course we proceed to make friendly with the flight attendant and 5 of us take over the middle galley in the
767-200. We had the surrounding 10 seats so there was little resistance. Proceed to devour airline beers and mix about half the 750 of captain before we land.
7:45pm PST (10:45 EST)- Land at McCarron International Airport. Proceed to mearly get left by group and have a quarrel with Walzer. Hawkins calms everyone's nerves and we pile into a van. (At this time i thought the captain was in my bag. Later do i find out I left he half full bottle in the seatback pocket of 17D. Some lucky flight attendant is drunk right now)
9pm PST - We hit the tables at the Flamingo. Lose a bit but not too bad. Decide to head to Bellagio to meet the others.
10pm PST - Me, KP, JMcGraw, Prim, Fun Bobby and Tittie get a cab to the Palms to try and hit the Rain danceclub. Line was hour long so we decided to hit the tables there. Fast forward.
FRIDAY
5am PST (reminder 8am EST, been up over 24 hours)- Only the strong survive. Looking around it is only KP, Tittie and myself still at the Palms. We are working that casino like it is nobody's business. Doing shots with the bartender, talking to anything that is breathing, male or female ( mostly male since the place was crawling with dudes looking for Real World leftovers) Did see one girl bust ass flat on her back as she was hammered at a blackjack table. The dealer just stood on her pair of 8's for her. Nice guy. About a 15 drinks more.
7:45am PST- We somehow remember that we were supposed to meet everyone at the breakfast buffet at Flamingo at 8:30 so we start to head back to the Strip. Proceed to walk outside to morning daylight. Wasn't expecting that. Walked back across the highway. Cabs are for wussies.
8:30am PST- Meet the guys at the breakfast buffet. KP and I already have a plate full of food and two Corona's to wash it down. Good times.
10am - Head to the Mirage sports book. Hit the tables and immediately start losing. Rapidly. Credit it to the 20 some odds drinks i have had since Thursday afternoon and the no sleep for 30hrs so far.
2pm PST - Playing blackjack the the Mirage apparently i start dozing off at the table. After being awoken a couple of time by Walzer and JMcGraw and told to hit my cards, i decided it was time to leave.......and hit the pool. Stumble back to the Flamingo and change into my suit. Stumble back to the Mirage pool and meet up with KP and some folks we met on the plane. Mainly just headed to the pool bar and watched this bartender who was making drinks at a feverish pace. Struck up a conversation with this dude about how crazy it must be to work there and we just stood there in awe of the bartender. She was on fire. He bought a round of Volcano's and i was on my way. Sidenote: Volcano's are topped with 151 rum. Don't need to say much more.
4-5pm - Can't quite remember much here.
5:15pm PST (8:15pm EST)- Somehow made it back to the Flamingo, got the key card to open the door on the second try, pulled back the covers and passed out. Vitals: Probably about 30 drinks and no sleep for 37 hours. Probably should've been dead.
8pm - Dinner with the group of 20 at the Venetian and night on the town. Needless to say i didn't make it. Thanks Fay and Walzer for trying.
Saturday
1am - My roomates, Fay and Walzer get back to room from the night out and are drunk and ready to hit the sack. I decide to take a shower, get dressed for the evening and head on out.
2:30am - Meet Wolf, Gam, Pistol and Hoffer at Bellagio. Hit the dance club Light. I have officially rallied. Dance, drink, and gamble the night away.
8am - Make it back to the Flamingo to wake up Fay and Walzer. We hit Denny's breakfast buffet. Hit Treasure Island, Venetian, Mirage, and O Shea's and that is when my day is done.
11:30am - Back in the room. Pass out watching basketball. Apparently we sleep in shifts in our room. Me during the day and Fay and Walz during the night. Worked out well.
2pm - Head to the Bellagio pool with Pistol, Hoffer, Gam. KP, Bobby and Prim join later.
4:30pm - Back to the room to sleep again. Still not quite caught up from the 37 hour bender.
9pm - Fay and Walzer come back to the room from Downtown old Vegas and they are about as drunk as I have seen. I pack my bags and head to the airport. I was smart and got out Sat night on the redeye. Didn't need to lose anymore money or liver cells.
11pm - On the plane, fast asleep. Arrive at 5:30am. Get home and back to sleep.

What a weekend.

Water tasted normal again on Tuesday.