Such a weird trip for this year's Super Bowl. This was my fourth Super Bowl in Vegas, and each time has had a completely different cast of characters. This time, I was joined by two poker buddies (one I will call Ben, and the other will be Phil) for what was supposed to be a quick in-and-out trip. (Side note; if you follow my Poker Trip reports, you'll note that I like to time stamp them. This isn't a poker trip, so you get full paragraphs!) Saturday, February 3 - As I did three years ago, I scheduled an insanely cheap RT flight on Frontier from MKE to LAS for $78... with one catch being that it left after 9:00 PM. When I did that in 2015, earlier in the day I had bowled the Milwaukee city tournament, and my team ultimately won first place. With the same flight plan, I decided to bowl the city tournament again that day. As of the end of play last Sunday, I was still in first place in the 9-game All Events division. Not sure if it will hold for two more weekends, but we'll see. I do think that I have to plan on flying to Vegas after every tournament... seems to assure I bowl well. All week we had kept an eye on the weather forecast, as varying Scenarios of Doom were predicted to begin Saturday with snow continuing into Sunday. Considering that our schedule didn't allow for flight delays, this worried me a whole lot more than I had led on. However, the snow started a few hours later than originally was forecast, and the Flight Tracker had told me that the inbound plane had left Tampa on time, so I left for the airport that evening feeling confident about an on-time take-off. The three of us are all assigned seats in the same row, however after the doors close one of the flight attendants mentions to our general area that all of Row 9 was empty. After a moment's deliberation, I jump up and claim that row to myself. Takes the non-reclining Frontier seats out of play as I can lift the armrests, lean against the window and put my legs wherever they want to go. Approaching Paradise. As we are waiting to deplane, I hear a distinctive foreign accent behind me. I turn around and see the owner of my barbershop had been in the row just behind me. He is happy to see a customer, I am happy that he recognizes me (the business name is Quick Cuts with $5 haircuts; and with 14 chairs it is run assembly-line style). We make small talk and wish each other well. Sunday, February 4 - We retrieve the rental car without issue and our first stop is one that had been on my personal Bucket List; the Fireside Lounge at the Peppermill. No idea what this was, but it was my first drink. Phil, that sexy lug, drinking his Bubble Bath. Ben's Scoobie Snack. For two drinks each, we were very surprised that the bill was only $56. I would have expected the drink prices to match the reputation of the Fireside Lounge. My wife would love the place... if she doesn't have to drink. So we've flown for four hours and have and a few drinks (including a round of Manhattans in the Milwaukee airport) so what else do you do at 1:00 AM? Right, the Market Street Cafe for Oxtail Soup! Except that for some reason, none of us actually had the Oxtail Soup. Ol' Bubble Bath Phil had the Saimin. Ben had the Island Short Ribs... and when he ordered that, I immediately was hit with a thunderbolt, which caused met to pivot away from the Oxtail Soup and towards... The Korean Short Ribs appetizer, in which Royal Flusher had previously blogged about craving (especially after ordering the watery gravy Hoof Short Rib because he couldn't remember what they were called). Though a touch salty, I can certainly see the appeal in the Korean Short Ribs, and actually kinda wished I had a second helping of pasta salad to cleanse the palate. By this time, it was almost 2:00 AM and with the time difference that meant only one thing... time to start gambling!!! Phil went to bed, but Ben and I headed to the Boar's Head Bar for some Black Chip Porter and video poker. We played two beers worth of VP (well, I did... Ben couldn't get the bartender's attention for a second one) and stumbled up to bed, more tired than buzzed. Early morning came and morning followed, the first day.