It has been more than enough time since my last get away to Mecca so when my friend texted me he was going for the March 20th weekend of the NCAA tourney it didn't take long for me to get on board. And so it was set Thursday through Sunday with promise of debauchery, drinking, and Tom Foolery. I think debauchery and Tom Foolery may be the same thing, but there was plenty of both. We would be staying at my home away from home, the Flamingo. I don't know why this is my favorite casino.... Maybe it's the pink neon old school lighting, or the number of vp bars they have, or maybe it's the knowing that I shouldn't eat there but I still do irregardless of how many times they have shut the food court down due to sewage problems. Ahhhh home sweet home. The players for this trip were my best man at my wedding who for the purposes of this report will be known as Matt and his law school buddy who we'll call Jeff. Thursday - Day of winning Land at 10:15ish and hit the cab line which had to be 700 people deep. It was the longest wait I have had there. Didn't care except for that the Syracuse game was scheduled for a 11:45am tipoff. So I finally get a cab and am standing in the flamingo lobby around 11. Lines are long as it was packed all weekend. I thought I was pretty savvy by jumping in the total rewards gold member check-in line. So savvy that I didn't even realize that I could go into the special platinum, diamond check-in room which was less than 20 feet away. I finally did just that after waiting for 20 minutes and not moving. Once in the "high rollerz" check-in room things went smoothly. I walked right up the lovely check-in clerk, handed her the license/platinum card/visa/$20 sandwich and asked for the best room she had........... on the 14 floor. Yep that's right, she probably thought I was nuts. There's 27 or 28 floors in the Flamingo but those nice rooms towards the top aren't for me. But the 14th floor was where my friends were and I was determined to not show them up. Once key was in hand I literally ran up to the room, slowed down just enough to open the door, and threw the bags in. I was back in the elevator before my room door was fully shut. Got a text from my buddy over at the X bar and as I'm walking up I see Matt, Jeff and what appears to be a lady friend of Jeff's also there. I thought that was weird, did he bring his wife or something. We exchange handshakes and such and then I learn this this girl has been talking to Jeff for like the whole two hours they've been there. And also learn that she has tried to lick his neck and invited him to God knows where to do God knows what, and she has been at the bar since 11pm the previous night. Now either she is the worlds worst prostitute or she is finishing up an epic bender. I pull out my first 20 and off I go on the search for that ever elusive royal. A couple minutes pass and I'm watching the cuse game and playing vp, cuse game then vp. Jeff's girl friend keeps chatting away and I then realize she's smoking a cigar and drinking cognac. Now that is a real woman. A couple more minutes pass by and security shows up near the girl and ask her to leave. She pretends that she doesn't understand English and carries on for a few minutes until the guards call another over that speaks Spanish. Even after asking in Spanish she doesn't leave. Apparently she even asked Jeff to help her. Jeff smartly turned away and pretended she didn't exist. A couple more minutes pass by and now things are getting serious, one guard has the cuffs out and they are slapping them on her and they finally get her out of there. Later in the trip we found out that at some point after I sat down she asked the bartender if he would meet her in the bathroom for "a good time". So to recap, within the first hour I'm in Vegas I've played my favorite game, watched my favorite team, witnessed a royal and saw someone 86'd. It doesn't get any better than this. Wait what? Royal. Oh yeah I forgot to mention that my buddy Matt hit a royal some where in the middle of all that mess. The 'cuse won and covered so I was 1-0 for NCAA bets, this sports betting thing was easy. (Insert gloomy foreshadowing music here). We were starving and someone had the brilliant idea to go to the Earl for a late lunch. I dreamed of a meatball sub the whole walk from Flamingo to PHo. We waltzed in and jumped in line which always looks longer than it is. I casually look around - the sports book, the huge Star Wars slot machine there, the menu. Uh oh where's the meatball bomber? I scan the menu front to back then back to front as the sweat starts to roll down my forehead. Still not believing its true I ask the counter-ling if they had a meatball sub. She goes and asks someone and in what seemed like a slow motion response says "nnoooo". After taking a second to collect my thoughts and trying to fight back the tears I asked for a bbq chicken sub instead. It was good, but, it was no meatball. We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the MGM/NYNY corner playing and drinking this and that. Things start to get fuzzy around this time as the drinks were flowing steadily. I know I hit around 4 4OAK as we meandered around including one aces. Off to dinner at Gilleys. Never been there before but it wasn't too country as they had the bball games on. I had the flat iron steak and Mac and cheese which was the highlight of the meal. After dinner we took the slow walk home hitting casino royale, harrahs, etc. By the time we got to the flamingo it was not quite midnight and the boys were done, but, I couldn't go to bed before midnight on my first night. I decided to take one last run at vp for the day and sat down at a 3 / 5 / 10 hand play. I started with 3 play and won a bit and bumped up to 5 hand. A few in I'm dealt 4 to the royal, hold them, and hit draw. Bam, nailed it. I was so [STRIKE]drunk[/STRIKE] excited that I only took a picture of the one hand and not the whole screen. The sober angel on my shoulder said I should immediately go to bed but I think we all know what was on my other shoulder. Of course I kept playing and was rewarded by being dealt 4 jacks on the 5 play. Sweeeet. Not sure why I held only the 4 jacks instead of holding all 5 cards. Anyways, at this point the sober angel has been beaten senseless with hammer fists and I bump it up to 10 play because why would anyone be happy playing just 5 hands. I proceed to lose at least a couple hundred playing 10 hand and I still cash out happy as can be. I may or may not have hit the high limits slots on the way back to the room. My request (via comment card) to see the video surveillance footage of that night fell on deaf ears. Total stats for the day... 10 4OAK, 1 Royal, 1 crazy drunk arrested chick, and a great beginning day/night of the trip Up next: Friday - day of losing, I mean winning, no I mean losing.