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Tourist
Day 2 begins at around 9:30 AM (why so early you ask?) because; nobody in Vegas can sleep for more then a few hours at a time due to the adrenaline rush that occurs when you wake up. Anyway, Utah and I head downstairs for some breakfast at the HOB at Mandalay Bay. The food seemed good but, I can never tell if is actually good or if I am always just hung over. The next stop of the day is the famous Luxor hotel for the daily $25 poker tournament. They have about 30 players here with escalating blinds and you only get around $250 in tournament chips so you have to make some moves early and catch some good cards or you will be out. I end up hanging around for about an hour and make it to the final 2 tables when I go all in with a pair of 7’s and get busted out on the river by the big blind when he hits his second pair. Utah lasts about another 30 minutes before he is out.
The Mirage 3-6 game is next on the hit list so we head on over to see what the cards have in store for us. The next 3 hours are the most painful poker hours of my entire life as the poker gods curse me with more 7,3 and J, 4 hands then I can count. Worm’s line from Rounders keeps running through my head “I caught a frozen wave of cards like you wouldn’t believe!†I end up busting out down to the felt and Utah ends up with a small profit.
We head back to MB when I decide it is time to hit the pool. Now keep in mind the pool at MB is like nothing you have ever seen before, tons and tons of gorgeous ladies all surrounded by a cool beach and wave pool with cocktails waitresses always around for drink service. I catch some good rays and enjoy the view for the next few hours while Utah is back at it in the poker room. I strike up a conversation with some cool midwestern folks (not sure if they were from Ohio or not but it is all the same to me) before heading upstairs to change for dinner. Raffles café is next on the list where I scarf down some delicious chicken teriyaki while Utah plows through a meatball sub. After some serious grub we decide it is time to hit the bar scene and off we go to MGM Grand.
We arrive at MGM just before 10:00 and decide to hit a small bar right across from Tabu. At this point in the night we come across the next trip legend that I will simply refer to as “The Drunk.†This character is so hammered he almost falls over entering the bar and then proceeds to announce his arrival very loudly. Utah and I are cracking up at this guy who can barely stand up and is hitting on all the local ladies. After several vain attempts to make any room with the ladies he and his crew wander over to the bathroom where they disappear for about the next 20 minutes. After a few more drinks Utah and I decide to hit Tabu in full force while we are still sober. However, we run into a line outside the club that is moving slower then an 85-year-old woman in a slow lane of traffic. Utah and I wonder what the big deal is since last trip we were able to walk right in with no hassle. This club is very cool BTW and has tons of couches and a very dark and moody vibe with all kinds of cool images being projected around the club that change every 20 minutes or so. However, tonight is not to be our night as I roll up and ask the door guy if we can slide in for $20 and he declines my offer. “$40 each he says but you still have to pay cover.†Upon hearing this mockery of a statement, Utah decide to seek our entertainment elsewhere and head over to Carmel at Bellagio.
Carmel is jamming with all sorts of action and no cover charge so we bounce right in. The place seems small but comfortable and we are able to secure seating in the middle of the bar. This is always a must in my book because I hate standing around after a long day in Vegas. After about 3 drinks from our stunning waitress, a nice looking young lady walks over and introduces herself to me and my boy Utah. After some small talk I ask her who she is hear with because I think we may have a good chance of breaking out the Matt and Utah comedy routine. However, after hearing the words “my husband†our hopes vanish faster then a Pedro Martinez fastball. At this point we decide to forget the ladies and decide instead to focus on just getting hammered. (This brings up a theory I have discussed with my friends countless times and that is the simple fact that nobody hooks up for free in Vegas. I have come to the conclusion that it may be simply due to sensory overload and the fact that between gambling and getting wasted you really don’t have the time or energy to deal with the whole act of meeting hotties. I mean we are 2 good looking guys and most of my friends are pretty good looking yet, none of us have ever been able to hook up without dropping some cash…) After about 15 drinks each Utah heads off to the bathroom and disappears for the next 20 minutes. During this time I am busy trying to keep from passing out while making jokes with my hot waitress every time she comes around. Finally, at 4:30 we decide to cash out and head back home to MB. 2 classic days are already in the books and I know Friday is going to be something special due to the fact the we are headed over to the OG tomorrow. Needless to say Friday ends up being an all time classic…. more to come in my next report.
The Mirage 3-6 game is next on the hit list so we head on over to see what the cards have in store for us. The next 3 hours are the most painful poker hours of my entire life as the poker gods curse me with more 7,3 and J, 4 hands then I can count. Worm’s line from Rounders keeps running through my head “I caught a frozen wave of cards like you wouldn’t believe!†I end up busting out down to the felt and Utah ends up with a small profit.
We head back to MB when I decide it is time to hit the pool. Now keep in mind the pool at MB is like nothing you have ever seen before, tons and tons of gorgeous ladies all surrounded by a cool beach and wave pool with cocktails waitresses always around for drink service. I catch some good rays and enjoy the view for the next few hours while Utah is back at it in the poker room. I strike up a conversation with some cool midwestern folks (not sure if they were from Ohio or not but it is all the same to me) before heading upstairs to change for dinner. Raffles café is next on the list where I scarf down some delicious chicken teriyaki while Utah plows through a meatball sub. After some serious grub we decide it is time to hit the bar scene and off we go to MGM Grand.
We arrive at MGM just before 10:00 and decide to hit a small bar right across from Tabu. At this point in the night we come across the next trip legend that I will simply refer to as “The Drunk.†This character is so hammered he almost falls over entering the bar and then proceeds to announce his arrival very loudly. Utah and I are cracking up at this guy who can barely stand up and is hitting on all the local ladies. After several vain attempts to make any room with the ladies he and his crew wander over to the bathroom where they disappear for about the next 20 minutes. After a few more drinks Utah and I decide to hit Tabu in full force while we are still sober. However, we run into a line outside the club that is moving slower then an 85-year-old woman in a slow lane of traffic. Utah and I wonder what the big deal is since last trip we were able to walk right in with no hassle. This club is very cool BTW and has tons of couches and a very dark and moody vibe with all kinds of cool images being projected around the club that change every 20 minutes or so. However, tonight is not to be our night as I roll up and ask the door guy if we can slide in for $20 and he declines my offer. “$40 each he says but you still have to pay cover.†Upon hearing this mockery of a statement, Utah decide to seek our entertainment elsewhere and head over to Carmel at Bellagio.
Carmel is jamming with all sorts of action and no cover charge so we bounce right in. The place seems small but comfortable and we are able to secure seating in the middle of the bar. This is always a must in my book because I hate standing around after a long day in Vegas. After about 3 drinks from our stunning waitress, a nice looking young lady walks over and introduces herself to me and my boy Utah. After some small talk I ask her who she is hear with because I think we may have a good chance of breaking out the Matt and Utah comedy routine. However, after hearing the words “my husband†our hopes vanish faster then a Pedro Martinez fastball. At this point we decide to forget the ladies and decide instead to focus on just getting hammered. (This brings up a theory I have discussed with my friends countless times and that is the simple fact that nobody hooks up for free in Vegas. I have come to the conclusion that it may be simply due to sensory overload and the fact that between gambling and getting wasted you really don’t have the time or energy to deal with the whole act of meeting hotties. I mean we are 2 good looking guys and most of my friends are pretty good looking yet, none of us have ever been able to hook up without dropping some cash…) After about 15 drinks each Utah heads off to the bathroom and disappears for the next 20 minutes. During this time I am busy trying to keep from passing out while making jokes with my hot waitress every time she comes around. Finally, at 4:30 we decide to cash out and head back home to MB. 2 classic days are already in the books and I know Friday is going to be something special due to the fact the we are headed over to the OG tomorrow. Needless to say Friday ends up being an all time classic…. more to come in my next report.
