LV Terry
Captain Flop'N Fold
My first T2V sighting was Wednesday morning at Mandalay Bay….I was waiting to meet some friends for lunch, and decided to play some blackjack. As I sat down, a guy across the table asks if my name is Terry….I look up and recognize Eric (Jack21) right away. We chat for a while as we grind away on a fairly uneventful table. Soon it’s time for lunch, and I’m off. Eric later tells me that he went on to Crush MB at the Craps table. Nice. Later that night I ate at Delmonico in the Venetian. As I told the T2V people later in the week, “dammit, elrushbo was right!â€. A truly outstanding meal.
I’ll skip to Friday, as I’m pressed for time….
Got up fairly early and headed downtown (from the Rio). Played a little blackjack at MSS, and poker at the Nugget before heading over to meet people at the Plaza. Called my wife from the crossing and told her to bring up the webcam….she and a couple of the girls that work for her were quite amused. I get up to Jer’s palatial suite, expecting to have to force myself to get the first drink down (I was still feeling the long island iced teas from the night before)…one look at this group, and I knew I was safe for a couple of hours.. hehehe.. apparently the Grain Train had derailed, and these guys had been thrown clear. It was good to see Jer again, and to meet Al and Becky. After a few minutes of staring warily at all the booze on the table, I suggest we head down for the webcam walk. In the elevator I was telling the guys about the knuckleheads I could see from my room, laying out at the Rio pool. After a couple of derogatory comments, I realized that the guy that had gotten on the elevator after us did not have the worlds ugliest plaid shorts on, he had the worlds ugliest plaid Swim Trunks on! D’oh! All I could do was stop mid sentence and apologize and tell him I had not intended to offend him…he was a good sport, and said he was really just going down to enjoy his cigar….he exited at the pool level, and as the door closed, Jer had to bust out the, “oh, but they look good on Youâ€â€¦. Man was I embarrassed.
So we’re off to the crossing….the camera is pointed at the Golden Gate side of the crossing, so we go over there and round up a few more T2Ver’s…. Bill, Steve.. I think that’s it. Our watches have a wide variety of times, so we cross a couple of times, none of which, I’m guessing, was at noon. I haven’t had a chance to look at the board since I’ve been back, so I don’t know if anyone got pics. Oh, and while we were waiting, we kept seeing this guy running from the FSE, across traffic, and into the side door of the plaza with a blue cooler… no idea.
Now it’s time to gamble. Steve is off to watch his picks, and Bill, Al, Jer, Becky, and I decide to hit the LVC for some blackjack. Steve invites us all to lunch at MSS on him at 1:00.. very nice. We take over a $5 BJ table, and I decide it’s time for some hair of the dog. Time to kick it off with a bloody mary. Al agrees, I believe Becky and Bill have screwdrivers, and Jer goes with the vodka pineapple. The vodka pineapple looks good, so Al and I get one of those next. It is at this point that I determine that my mission for the day is to never drink the same cocktail twice for the entire day/night. We gamble and drink and laugh and have exactly the kind of time you come to vegas to have. After a couple of hours and few more cocktails, we split up to get ready for the evenings festivities…everyone needed to go to the cage, so I’m guessing it was all good.
Here is a pic of Jer and Bill, raking in the easy money. The pic is dark and shaky, not just because that’s how it looked through my eyes, but because I had the flash off in order to get by The Man. It didn’t work….he came down on my immediately. Stupid rules.
Back to the Rio for a little bonus gambling, then up to the room to shower and change, and on to Voodoo. Well, voodoo light, as it turned out. The club had been bought out for a private party, so everyone gathered at the bar that is on the way to the voodoo elevator. I met a bunch of people, and, basically, it was On. I was starting to have trouble with my “no two cocktails the same†quest, but luckily Tammy had one of those giant margaritas, which helped me stall for a while. After that Becky asked the bartender for something different….she made one of the Voodoo drinks that she couldn’t remember the name of...tasted kind of like…fruit punch I guess, but not too sweet. That was it, the quest was over….I was going to keep drinking Theses until I couldn’t get them anymore. I bought them for…well, everyone I could find….and since it had no name, someone gave it mine. Damn those were good. And powerful. And the bartender was Very good. Let me just say that I would not be surprised to find a lot of leather in her wardrobe.
Here are some pics of the Buffoonery in full swing.
I’m guessing there might be a space problem with all the pics, so I’ll continue on the next post…..
[ March 23, 2005, 03:53 PM: Message edited by: LV Terry ]
I’ll skip to Friday, as I’m pressed for time….
Got up fairly early and headed downtown (from the Rio). Played a little blackjack at MSS, and poker at the Nugget before heading over to meet people at the Plaza. Called my wife from the crossing and told her to bring up the webcam….she and a couple of the girls that work for her were quite amused. I get up to Jer’s palatial suite, expecting to have to force myself to get the first drink down (I was still feeling the long island iced teas from the night before)…one look at this group, and I knew I was safe for a couple of hours.. hehehe.. apparently the Grain Train had derailed, and these guys had been thrown clear. It was good to see Jer again, and to meet Al and Becky. After a few minutes of staring warily at all the booze on the table, I suggest we head down for the webcam walk. In the elevator I was telling the guys about the knuckleheads I could see from my room, laying out at the Rio pool. After a couple of derogatory comments, I realized that the guy that had gotten on the elevator after us did not have the worlds ugliest plaid shorts on, he had the worlds ugliest plaid Swim Trunks on! D’oh! All I could do was stop mid sentence and apologize and tell him I had not intended to offend him…he was a good sport, and said he was really just going down to enjoy his cigar….he exited at the pool level, and as the door closed, Jer had to bust out the, “oh, but they look good on Youâ€â€¦. Man was I embarrassed.
So we’re off to the crossing….the camera is pointed at the Golden Gate side of the crossing, so we go over there and round up a few more T2Ver’s…. Bill, Steve.. I think that’s it. Our watches have a wide variety of times, so we cross a couple of times, none of which, I’m guessing, was at noon. I haven’t had a chance to look at the board since I’ve been back, so I don’t know if anyone got pics. Oh, and while we were waiting, we kept seeing this guy running from the FSE, across traffic, and into the side door of the plaza with a blue cooler… no idea.
Now it’s time to gamble. Steve is off to watch his picks, and Bill, Al, Jer, Becky, and I decide to hit the LVC for some blackjack. Steve invites us all to lunch at MSS on him at 1:00.. very nice. We take over a $5 BJ table, and I decide it’s time for some hair of the dog. Time to kick it off with a bloody mary. Al agrees, I believe Becky and Bill have screwdrivers, and Jer goes with the vodka pineapple. The vodka pineapple looks good, so Al and I get one of those next. It is at this point that I determine that my mission for the day is to never drink the same cocktail twice for the entire day/night. We gamble and drink and laugh and have exactly the kind of time you come to vegas to have. After a couple of hours and few more cocktails, we split up to get ready for the evenings festivities…everyone needed to go to the cage, so I’m guessing it was all good.
Here is a pic of Jer and Bill, raking in the easy money. The pic is dark and shaky, not just because that’s how it looked through my eyes, but because I had the flash off in order to get by The Man. It didn’t work….he came down on my immediately. Stupid rules.
Back to the Rio for a little bonus gambling, then up to the room to shower and change, and on to Voodoo. Well, voodoo light, as it turned out. The club had been bought out for a private party, so everyone gathered at the bar that is on the way to the voodoo elevator. I met a bunch of people, and, basically, it was On. I was starting to have trouble with my “no two cocktails the same†quest, but luckily Tammy had one of those giant margaritas, which helped me stall for a while. After that Becky asked the bartender for something different….she made one of the Voodoo drinks that she couldn’t remember the name of...tasted kind of like…fruit punch I guess, but not too sweet. That was it, the quest was over….I was going to keep drinking Theses until I couldn’t get them anymore. I bought them for…well, everyone I could find….and since it had no name, someone gave it mine. Damn those were good. And powerful. And the bartender was Very good. Let me just say that I would not be surprised to find a lot of leather in her wardrobe.
Here are some pics of the Buffoonery in full swing.
I’m guessing there might be a space problem with all the pics, so I’ll continue on the next post…..
[ March 23, 2005, 03:53 PM: Message edited by: LV Terry ]
I think the fun we all had must have been too much to be legal! For the record, at LVC I drank a bloody mary (they were out of orange juice if I remember), a rum & diet coke, and a mudslide... then a water. I like mixing my drinks 
