The trip to MM3 was worth every penny.
I got roundtrip on Allegiant out of Idaho Falls for $189. A good price, as it’s a direct flight, without the required layover in Salt Lake City. I spent a good portion of the morning negotiating a new car. Our trust old Subaru had the dying quivers starting about a week prior. At 210,000 miles, I figured it would be wiser to buy than repair. So I started the trip down about 30 G’s…
Flight was fine, got into McCarran a few minute early. The only thing I had eaten all day was a pack of peanut butter cracker snacks, and a $2 diet pepsi on the flight. I was hungry at tired on arrival. I get my bag and step outside to get the low down on the shuttle. I went with Grey Line for $14 round trip. The shuttle arrived about 10 minutes later, and the driver announced we would be leaving in 15 minutes. Once tickets were collected, and the route determined, we were on our way. The driver says he will drop the Stratosphere guests off first. I offered a fiver if he would make the Plaza stop first. He replied “tempting, but you should have gone six bucks. Why you in such a hurry to get to that place?†I explained that my date started charging me about ten minutes ago. That got a few laughs, and the older lady sitting next to me moved to another seat. Overall, not a bad deal for the shuttle, and I was at the Plaza about an hour after landing.
Drop off is under the canopy in the turn around. I walk inside to find the registration desk is now on the 3rd floor. Into the Elevator, and up I go. The hall between the elevator and the front desk is barely wide enough for one person dragging a bag. An oversight on the planning committee, but not enough to dampen the spirit. I was quickly checked into room 1810. It offered a direct view of the Golden Gate sign, that was swaying at least 3 feet in each direction. Nope, no liquor yet. It was the wind. And it was freakin’ cold. Did Vegas not get the memo that it’s in a desert? Bring on some heat! I unpacked, hung up my good clothes for the weekends finer adventures, and made my way to the Plaza poker room. I was immediately seated at a 2/4 table, and thus began the dwindling of my gambling funds. I was up, then I was down, and I failed to follow my own advice. Play higher limits, as a rule. Not too long into the game, SteveB showed up. We talked, rehashed the 2004 trip, and made plans to meet up tomorrow at the tourney. Good thing, the guy picked up 2nd place. A while later, there was a well tanned beauty standing off the other end of the table. A striking sight, especially when I realized she was mouthing the words ‘are you Dougie?†Trurns out to be Cyndi, Mikey’s sister. She gave me a little rundown of the events thus far. At some point I called Mikey, and he was laying on Beach Crazy’s patio. I had to laugh at that one. Now, I was hearing ‘bazootch’ being paged over the intercom. I failed to respond, figuring that the fellas knew where I was. Ends up guilt1125 was looking for me. I didn’t realize this until he was sitting a couple tables away hollering my name. Soon he joined my table, and too soon arrived the Southern Comfort shots. Bastard. I have never been so Southern Comfortable in my entire life…
After a while, I was down to about 40 bucks of my original full rack buy in. Good thing the Hurricane blew in and announced we would be going to the triple 7 brewpub for some vittles. Good idea. I had about 175 calories all day, and about 4 shots of SoCo in my belly. I was wondering who the Heff look alike was, and IllMarty was introduced. The food was ok, the service was horrid. I had nachos, and tried to share them with everybody. Tonya said I was a little to eager to share my nachos with her. There were some seriously funny stories being told by her, Sin and Patti. They mentioned a limo ride, and Larry just turned red from bottom to top. At one point, he became the figurative bitch for the ladies. Did somebody already mention that most of us were done before the breakfast orders arrived? Popular opinion was they were left in the window to chill to the proper level of disgusting prior to being served. We divied up the bill, and headed out.
Larry, Doc and myself ended up in the poker room ala Plaza. We played for about an hour, and Al was the onmly one with enough sense to go to bed. Larry and I sat drinking shots, and I was losing dollar chips like a 17 year old at Cheetah’s. Off to bed after a few shiat hands of Pai gow. I know I won one, my first winning hand of Pai Gow ever downtown.
I got up after a few hours of rest. Mikey called when I was almost ready for the day. We met up, and headed for the Peppermill. Cyndi bought us a few drinks while we were waiting for our table to be ready. Mikey had an enormous Kahluha and coffee, Al And Cyndi had a couple Bloody Mary’s. Myself, I had the chocolate banana special. It’s a milkshake type drink, and extremely tasty. We had our eyes out for ‘Bighead’, and Cyndi even had an announcement made. No response. We were joined by Eddie B and Chuck. We were seated and food was ordered. I had the Maserati Omelet. At least a dozen juevos with sausage, mushrooms, jack and american cheese, mixed with and smothered in Italian meat sauce. Fantastic, but enough to share with a few people. My first try of the infamous hash browns was well worth it. I think the waitress station is too close to the coffee maker, as our waitress was disgustingly chipper.
I got roundtrip on Allegiant out of Idaho Falls for $189. A good price, as it’s a direct flight, without the required layover in Salt Lake City. I spent a good portion of the morning negotiating a new car. Our trust old Subaru had the dying quivers starting about a week prior. At 210,000 miles, I figured it would be wiser to buy than repair. So I started the trip down about 30 G’s…
Flight was fine, got into McCarran a few minute early. The only thing I had eaten all day was a pack of peanut butter cracker snacks, and a $2 diet pepsi on the flight. I was hungry at tired on arrival. I get my bag and step outside to get the low down on the shuttle. I went with Grey Line for $14 round trip. The shuttle arrived about 10 minutes later, and the driver announced we would be leaving in 15 minutes. Once tickets were collected, and the route determined, we were on our way. The driver says he will drop the Stratosphere guests off first. I offered a fiver if he would make the Plaza stop first. He replied “tempting, but you should have gone six bucks. Why you in such a hurry to get to that place?†I explained that my date started charging me about ten minutes ago. That got a few laughs, and the older lady sitting next to me moved to another seat. Overall, not a bad deal for the shuttle, and I was at the Plaza about an hour after landing.
Drop off is under the canopy in the turn around. I walk inside to find the registration desk is now on the 3rd floor. Into the Elevator, and up I go. The hall between the elevator and the front desk is barely wide enough for one person dragging a bag. An oversight on the planning committee, but not enough to dampen the spirit. I was quickly checked into room 1810. It offered a direct view of the Golden Gate sign, that was swaying at least 3 feet in each direction. Nope, no liquor yet. It was the wind. And it was freakin’ cold. Did Vegas not get the memo that it’s in a desert? Bring on some heat! I unpacked, hung up my good clothes for the weekends finer adventures, and made my way to the Plaza poker room. I was immediately seated at a 2/4 table, and thus began the dwindling of my gambling funds. I was up, then I was down, and I failed to follow my own advice. Play higher limits, as a rule. Not too long into the game, SteveB showed up. We talked, rehashed the 2004 trip, and made plans to meet up tomorrow at the tourney. Good thing, the guy picked up 2nd place. A while later, there was a well tanned beauty standing off the other end of the table. A striking sight, especially when I realized she was mouthing the words ‘are you Dougie?†Trurns out to be Cyndi, Mikey’s sister. She gave me a little rundown of the events thus far. At some point I called Mikey, and he was laying on Beach Crazy’s patio. I had to laugh at that one. Now, I was hearing ‘bazootch’ being paged over the intercom. I failed to respond, figuring that the fellas knew where I was. Ends up guilt1125 was looking for me. I didn’t realize this until he was sitting a couple tables away hollering my name. Soon he joined my table, and too soon arrived the Southern Comfort shots. Bastard. I have never been so Southern Comfortable in my entire life…
After a while, I was down to about 40 bucks of my original full rack buy in. Good thing the Hurricane blew in and announced we would be going to the triple 7 brewpub for some vittles. Good idea. I had about 175 calories all day, and about 4 shots of SoCo in my belly. I was wondering who the Heff look alike was, and IllMarty was introduced. The food was ok, the service was horrid. I had nachos, and tried to share them with everybody. Tonya said I was a little to eager to share my nachos with her. There were some seriously funny stories being told by her, Sin and Patti. They mentioned a limo ride, and Larry just turned red from bottom to top. At one point, he became the figurative bitch for the ladies. Did somebody already mention that most of us were done before the breakfast orders arrived? Popular opinion was they were left in the window to chill to the proper level of disgusting prior to being served. We divied up the bill, and headed out.
Larry, Doc and myself ended up in the poker room ala Plaza. We played for about an hour, and Al was the onmly one with enough sense to go to bed. Larry and I sat drinking shots, and I was losing dollar chips like a 17 year old at Cheetah’s. Off to bed after a few shiat hands of Pai gow. I know I won one, my first winning hand of Pai Gow ever downtown.
I got up after a few hours of rest. Mikey called when I was almost ready for the day. We met up, and headed for the Peppermill. Cyndi bought us a few drinks while we were waiting for our table to be ready. Mikey had an enormous Kahluha and coffee, Al And Cyndi had a couple Bloody Mary’s. Myself, I had the chocolate banana special. It’s a milkshake type drink, and extremely tasty. We had our eyes out for ‘Bighead’, and Cyndi even had an announcement made. No response. We were joined by Eddie B and Chuck. We were seated and food was ordered. I had the Maserati Omelet. At least a dozen juevos with sausage, mushrooms, jack and american cheese, mixed with and smothered in Italian meat sauce. Fantastic, but enough to share with a few people. My first try of the infamous hash browns was well worth it. I think the waitress station is too close to the coffee maker, as our waitress was disgustingly chipper.
Oh sure, now you tell us!! We could have used that dinner :wink