Okay, so we get back to the Flamingo and decide to head across the street to cleapatria's (sp?) barge. We walk in and my cousin (way cute) immediately starts talking to a guy who ends up buying us both drinks all night (hooray!!). A band is playing and they actually sound like whoever they're covering. The crowd loves them, the dance floor is packed, everyone's moving. On the dance floor I spy a lady who actually believes she's seeing Jouney live. It was great, I don't think I've ever seen moves like that past 1991! Then, as the band starts a cover of Billie Jean, a guy comes up to me with Michael moves. seriously. The slide and all. I was doubled over in laughter. I was so pretty , blah, blah, blah...Offered to buy me a drink, but it was 2:30am and I couldn't drink anymore. Then he and my cousin's guy got in a conversation about hookers. What? There's no hookers here!!! Michael Jackson proceeds to take me by the hand and into the bar area and points out all the working women. He is in Vegas every six weeks for business and is confident in his opinions. Wow. When he points it all out, it's so obvious to this little Indiana girl. Cousin and I let them walk us back to our hotel, do the whole..."Can I come in?" "No." "Just for a minute." "we just met" "nothing will happen" "No." "For a minute" "no, but I will call you tomorrow". Fast forward to 9:00am on Sat morning. Ringgggg. No way. Damn room # outside the door. michael Jackson left a voice message. Cousin's new boyfriend gets upgraded to a cell number. We go to Margaritaville downstairs about lunch time, after starting the day with coffee and Baily's for breakfast and split an order of nachos. They're fine, what you would expect from a chain. We also have a couple margarita's. Rocks, not frozen. I don't want that premade crap. Very strong, hooray. Go to Barbury Coast and lose my a$$ in blackjack. Dealer was evil, too. She told another lady not to use that language or she couldn't play. She'd been sitting there two hours and said "freaking". Give me a break.. Most of the dealers were nice, though. Met cousin's new boyfriend for dinner at Mandalay Bay buffet. Lamb chops were awesome. Really. Was very good, not sure I'd walk there again, though. After the previous night,Cousin was seriously going to kill me. we never fight and she was sick of the walking, plus there were several hispanic guys hissing at ua again. Okay, maybe yesterday we looked a little like hookers, but not so much tonight. What's that mean (I find out later)? Took a cab back. Went to Caesar's again. Same band, but there were about 500 wedding parties there. I was tired and left cousin and her new boytoy there around midnight. I was excited about getting to sleep, if only MJ hadn't called 4 times from 12-5am!