Discussion in 'Vegas Trip Reports' started by tdhoier, Sep 27, 2017.
Glad you are safe.
Alright, let's lighten this up.
Been working since 6:30 AM and I still have about three hours to go. I had a job in Paris that was supposed to start tomorrow, but they pushed to next week, so I'm going to head back east tomorrow morning.
Will probably just stay up tonight.
Just gave my remainder of Door B to a vagrant out in front of Planet Hollywood. The look on his weathered face must have been the same as the sick kids who get to go bow hunting with Ted Nugent in that Make A Wish Foundation-deal.
Drunk earlier SAT, went to the top of the Luxor on one of the inclinators and looked down. It made no sense and was a complete waste of time. bad brownies! Bad Brownies!!
Such a festive atmosphere at Sam Boyd for the San Jose State-UNLV tilt. This was a game America was dying to see and it didn't disappoint. Every score they shot off confetti with a cap gun and the 2,000 die hards went ape shit.
Um, my buddy Toad got a Rebel Dog or Mustard On A Wiener Bun, take your pick.
The Rebel Dog makes you go wild, folks. A failed Photobombing effort with the ladies of Jangheung...or somewhere out in the Far East. They started yelling at him and, believe me, a women yelling in unison all sound the same, regardless of what language they do it in.
I really wish I had taken the picture of the two 50+ year old sisters at Earl Of Sandwich where I had sauerkraut stuck to the bridge of my nose and down the corner of my lip....but I was pretty sure Toad and I could have had an easy rendezvous had we wanted to. They were captivated by our charm, personalities, manners. We left.
10' out of Earl of Sandwich, I lost Toad. I put 0% effort in looking on the ground or around a corner...back in the arms of the 50 year olds. I headed down to Wynn and would work my way back up.
Around...Harrahs, a black girl comes up to me and literally is all over me. I was wise to her, but I'll play along and not get mugged. She was wrapping herself around me and thrusted her left hand down the front of my pants and started doing some weird air guitar-like motion (but with her tongue). Then she put her right hand down my front left pant pocket because she had located my wallet when she pounced on me. I pushed her away and told her she could keep her hand down the front of my pants, but she'd better take her other hand out of my f-ing pocket immediately.
My older brother is a retired vice cop and he said I had every right to kick her in the stomach, but I'm a gentleman.
Played Pai Gow down at Wynn. Got a straight flush with a $10 on the Fortune bet. It's too bad I did nothing on my other 9-10 $10 Fortune bets, but that got me $500. I won a little over $300 overall at the table, but it was very early SUN AM, so I got into a cab and headed back.
Got into the room and T had ordered some pizza delivery from an off-Strip place. The order never did show up before I went to bed at 4:30, but when I woke up 6 AM to get some water, I saw this. I wondered if T befriended a cheetah down in the lobby and invited it up for some food.
NFL wasn't nearly as good as college, but I still have a chance.
Buffalo-Atlanta O = Loss
Carolina-New England O - Win
Oakland-Denver O - Loss
Denver -3.5 - Win
This guy was a Win
Hopefully this is as well.
Went to Palomino last night for a little over three hours. Not crowded (which I love). I was browsing through some of the talent and Jordan won (I really wanted to tell her she could do better than 'Jordan'...like, Betsy or Maude....be different). There was a ginger named Ginger. Wild.
Here's the VIP diner booth where I spent with an hour with Betsy...I mean, Jordan. It's actually a view just outside of the booth...it was trippy, man.
From the backseat of the cab back to the Strip Area. Cops and more Cops.
I have not digested one good meal this entire time and I haven't gone to 90% of the casino's I would normally go to. It just doesn't seem like I've played many table games at all. Maybe eight total? Maybe.
Time to work, but it's an update.
Glad to see you're ok TD, seriously... Keep in mind though, you're only allowed to die of A) some kind of epic drug overdose B) a really weird and terminal strain of some yet to be discovered venereal disease bequeathed to you from Maude, or Betsy...or maybe even a black pickpocket.
$900 touchdown to end the game tonight for you, nice!
I woke up this morning without any pink eye and there was an awful lot of opportunity to contract a little of that in that diner booth with the cool red liquid-light thingy next to it.
Because I'm really bad with money, I guess.
Chiefs cover and the game goes Over on the last-gasp lateral fest fumble return as time runs out. Love it.
glad you are safe and sound!
They still have LV BLVD blocked off @ Tropicana heading south.
Elara was alright. Doubt I'd ever stay there again.
The cell service was horrible and I had a broken dishwasher in the room. Not a. If deal in general, but it beeped every 3-4 minutes.
Probably should have switched rooms, but we were drunk and only really noticed how incredibly annoying it was when we were mixing vodkas.
Toilet didn't flush all too well and the fridge doesn't make ice...which sucked because we were on Floor 16 & the vending was on 17. Hilton's never have vending on each floor. Chincy.
Space is nice. Very open. Comfortable furnishings.
Lots of walking just to get to the Boulevard / Planet H-Wood.
Thanks all y'all for reading and the good wishes over the weekend.
I'll be more consistently up to date in future trek reporting.
Y'all be cool, now.
Loved the TR, thanks!
Another great TR! Thanks for sharing!
Happy you are safe!
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