I stay at the Palms. My brother asks if I can take his daughter and friends to Vegas and show them the Vegas Lifestyle. I have never met her husband. Supposedly, she and her friends had been "planning" this Las Vegas getaway for awhile. She says she has four friends that want to come along. I call up my drinking buddy and say "Meet me in Vegas." I arrange for SIX rooms, all in the old tower, and all in the east end for the view of the strip. Now her friends start to show their true colors. I then deal with one friend dropping out, one friend insisting on going to the Playboy Club, one friend is lost in Alaska, one friend has comp plane tickets and might not make it. The friend that dropped out wants back in the day after I change ALL of my reservations that I have made. I really hate being the party host for people and then them thinking that all I do is wave a magic wand to get things done. OK, I have arranged for the pool cabana, a table in the Playboy Club, club tables, dinner reservations at my favorite restaurants. Then my niece calls me and says that her Mom told her that I could get her and her friends spa treatments. I always like to offer that as a surpise when I am there and after I get to know them. But my sister in law has let that one out. I said OK, but only for her and the girls. I am not comping spa treatments for the guys. The guys have to sit around and drink with me. I told my niece that I expect her friends to come with one night of nice clothes with dress shoes. DING DING DING!! The girls will be ok, but her guy friends might not be. I tell her fine, if the bar guys won't let the guys in then me and my friend will certainly enjoy being with three young ladies by ourselves. I tell my niece that I expect her friends to cover some of the tips since I am covering their rooms, bar bills, and meals. When I tell her the numbers, DING DING DING!!!! Danger Will Robinson!!!! This is when the second bell goes off. Looks like I am letting them eat at the buffets, although I will allow them to dine with the adults on Saturday night at Alize. Which is one of my favorite spots to eat and view Las Vegas. I gave them directions to tell their cab driver on how to get to the PALMS. No tunnel drives from the airport. One thing I am doing on this trip is buying the cheap plastic guitar filled with daiquiris available at some little drink place on the strip by the Flamingo I think. I found the place in February but it was too cold then and I was not on a drinking trip that time. I plan on dragging the youngsters around on Friday and recovering on Saturday by the Palms Pool. Friday morning I will be in the sportsbook making my football "investments." The Main Question, can the youngsters keep up with me and the Triple A team. I am not in the Big Leagues yet. I might have to just put them down to the Single A team. I am packed and ready to get going. Disaster almost occurred. Last night, I gave my wife my cell phone since she was taking our son to orchestra rehearsal. She has a company blackberry and only feels the blackberry is for business. I was not even looking for my phone during packing. Cameras - check Clothes - check Cash - check Drivers License - check credit card - check toiletries - check belts - check all my reservation sheets - check shoes - check phone charger - check (yes I verified I had that, but not the phone, that could have been a DOH! moment. Yes, the same cell phone that I need in Las Vegas to call everyone and the office if I have to, she has it. She calls from work, says she is coming home because she knew I would then give her endless crapola for taking and keeping my cell phone the day before I go on my trip. No, she did not ask our other son for his, because he needs to be able to call his friends perpetually. Me, I only need the cell phone when I need it, not always. I got most of my pre-trip chores done. I want to add - of the four casino that I have used for comps, The Palms has been by far the friendliest and most pleasurable for me to play at. If I want or need anything, I can call the host or Sportsbook and I am instantly happy. I never have to go into the interrogation room and have the full inquisition with the Powers that be or people who think they have Powers. I cannot say the same happened to me at the MGM.