How I became Dr. Al's Biatch, and other tales of Madness...

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 ]

 

After a while the party split into splinter cells…. Some off to dinner, some off to gamble, and my cell, well, we weren’t quite done drinking yet. Ron (blackjack) busted out the card for the Limo service he had taken over to the Rio, and we all agreed that it would be genius to take a ride. The end result was that we all piled into a stretch, and headed for Jer’s suite at the Plaza.

Can I just say that getting a Limo is almost always the right thing to do?





After much laughing, drinking, and other general buffoonery, we pile out of the Limo and up to Jer’s suite, where there was entirely too much alchohol. The regulation size, water glass shots of Patron were poured and downed…. Ron went off with the recipe for the drink from Voodoo, and came back with loads of them, oh, and a couple of hotties to help him carry them all…the boy has skillz. The hotties got a shot too, for there assistance.

Suite Buffoonery:



At some point I remember needing to escape the insanity, and running across the hall….I had briefly met a couple of the guys there when we came up….so I banged on the door and begged them to save me….we were laughing and having a good time, and of course I had to run back and get them some T2V sized shots of Patron to send them on their way to the club.

Back to the room, and at some point I notice that Al and Neon are gone. Al hasn’t eaten in like two days, and has been drinking at a fairly impressive pace (and I thought you had to be Smart to be a doctor!)….Jer has ordered pizza, and we decide to go find them. At this point, we’re lucky we can find the freakin’ casino….we are Lit. Al had mentioned playing some poker earlier, so we stumble over there….sure enough, there are Al and Leon at a $2/$4 hold’em table. I walk up and drunkenly announce to the short stacked kid next to Leon that I will give him $20 for his seat, right now. We have a deal. Next drunken announcement is to Al at the far end of the table… “it is On and Crackin’ baby!!â€â€¦. we procede to have one hell of a good time….since it is only 2/4, my main goal is to see how hard I can make my boys laugh…I am pretty much completely out of control…. Blind straddling (raising before cards are dealt), telling Al that everytime he is big blind I’m going to raise (and do), check-raising Leon regularly, just for fun…. Being your basic drunken jackass. At some point in the night, a few things happen. First, we start doing shots of Southern Comfort….I believe this started when the kid across the table ordered one for me and one for him…it was good. Second, Jer made a cameo, but couldn’t get any cards…I don’t remember, but I hope I got some chips from him.. hehehe I’m just evil like that. And the last, most horrifying event, was that Al bluffed me out of two pots in like, five minutes, officially making me his Biatch. I hate that guy. He is officially my poker nemesis. Of course I continued to run my mouth, but Al would just point to the scoreboard… did I mention that I hate that guy? Hahahaa Other fun players at the table were Donna the Nurse, who sat next to me until the table broke, around 4am, along with her sister/girlfriend/cousin who was watching and fetching bonus cocktails, the guy next to Al, who I nicknamed Loose-Aggressive due to his large and unkempt chip stack, and the family guy from Minnesota, who’s wife and two daughters would come up and watch….I would always complain to them that their Dad was mean, and ask if they thought the bruise he put on my ass would fade by the time I got home. Like I said, we had a really good time….and I ended up somehow only losing like $50… crazy.

Al and Loose Aggressive, to his right:



Me and Leon:



I think I got back to the Rio around 4:30am. Great night.

I have to go, so I’ll make the rest short…. I played a Ton of $4/$8 hold’em at the Rio on this trip, and somehow at least doubled my $100 buy-in every time….best poker trip ever. Al came and played at my table for a while on Sunday, and I was pleased that I was able to drag a couple of really nice pots in his presence. I didn’t want him to think that I played like I did Friday night all the time. Al dragged a few of his own, then had to go. I told him I’d meet him later for the Barbary Coast meet up, but a couple of my friends from work showed up, and demanded that I play cards with them.

That’s it…minus a Boat Load of detail.. sorry about that.

See you all next year!

 

Awsome, Terry; simply awsome. These TR's are coming fast and furious, man. Great pics, too! (Thank GOD I am noticably OUT of the pictures)

Jack21

 

Some of the memories are starting to come back now, with the TR's and the pictures. I'm not sure whether this is a good thing or not 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

It was great to meet you too Terry, and thanks for explaining to me in your pictures why it was that I didn't feel so good on Saturday!

 

That Patron-shirted bartender at the Rio was totally in charge.

I completely forgot about Bill's shirt - that was awesome.

Good times at the card table, but it ruined me. After Friday, where's the fun in taking some stranger's money? Thanks for calling Sunday.

By the way, the dude to my left in the pic above thanks you for all the Southern Comfort shots you sent my way. Not everybody folds under pressure.

 

Great report Terry. Nice pictures too.

Thanks.

 

Awesome times Terry!! I would have loved to join the poker game if my drunk ass wasn't passed out in Jer's suite. Maybe next time. I think I left the "Terry" recipe at the Plaza bar though. I don't remember carrying it back up after recruiting the help. Maybe DonD's buddy Tim can remember how he made them.

 

And I would've felt much better losing my money to you bunch of drunken buffoons at the poker table.....

Great report...but you need more womenry...women+scenery=Womenry in your suite photos.

And I had photos of the crossing at exactly noon saved on my desktop, but my ship re-did it's whole computer system and erased everything on everyone's desktop...so I have no more evidence of the crossing. Sorry everyone.

 

Nicely done! Love the pics! I seem to remember catching a glimpse of you with Jer at MSS. Regretfully, I never had chance to talk with either of you. As they say, there's always next time...

 

Oh yeah, I forgot to add..."Where the HELL where you on Sunday?!"

 

Thanks for the report Terry - The pic's help remember who is who nice!