Viva Las Vegas -- The official 2007 Sin City outing/gathering story

SC, how were those pink frou-frou? You even know what's in them?

 

They were strawberry margaritas. I assume they had tequila in them . . . I could be wrong.

 

Thank you. That came to me late in the writing.

 

I still have those business cards. NSFW, most definitely.

 

I forget what the cabbie's rates were. $200 an hour? More?

But boy, he sure was quick to promise that they'd do anything we wanted. Oh, and that we'd definitely get the girl from the front of the card. "Oh yeah, that girl, that girl. She good. She be in your room in 20 minutes if you call number on card. That one right there. Girl on the card." ;D

 

How long?
Till you come.
What do I do with the other 59 minutes?

 

Holy shit, He said that, didn't he? God damn, I forgot that line!

Ahh, Vegas ...

 

Pretty good for a 1,000th post, no?

 

That cabbie was working you hard. Too bad you didn't lose your ass at that blackjack game the night before, and had some extra cash on hand.

 

Yep.

 

Reading the story slowly this time, now that I'm back home for the night. Couple notes, insights, additions ... because as I noted elsewhere, if we each had written this story, they'd all be vastly different because we each experienced Vegas in our own way:

- The Gold Spike was as atrocious as advertised. (Thankfully, the third floor was non-smoking -- I suspect it was the only non-smoking floor in the whole joint. Our room was breathable, which is more than I can say for the casino downstairs.) My impression of the place: It looked and felt like the 1980s Elks Clubs that my grandparents used to go to, complete with nappy brown wood-paneling walls and a haze of cigarettes in the air.

- The Gold Spike deserves a toast for getting our Lost Weekend started off on a good omen. The first game that any SJer played in Vegas was a lucrative one, on a throwaway penny-slot at our seedy hotel on Ogden Ave. I won just under $8 on a 30-cent bet, playing some crazy five-way play on the slot machine. I waited around for my finskie and change, and then we headed outside to Fremont ... on our way to much bigger winnings, as you have read ...

- My lasting impression of our legendary first night is coming back from the bathroom at Binion's to see the light at our table had been changed from blue ($5 minimum) to orange ($10 minimum) ... coincidentally, I was also coming back from a piss break a half-hour later to see that it had changed from orange to green ($25 minimum). I had to bust out laughing before taking my seat again. Ohhhh, they were pissed. They tried everything to cool us down, including shaking the damn table. ...

After they raised our table to $25, just to fuck with the pit boss (who was hovering over our table all night), I intentionally made $5 bets for the first few hands ... because I could. Besides, as Joe noted, I was more than ready to call it a night once I went up +$300. I got as high as +$375 before losing my last 2-3 hands and cashing out. He was up +$700 at one point, I believe, before dropping a few quick ones and then we called it a night.

 

Great read, kids.