farkingidiot
High-Roller
DAY TWO:
Jehovah and I slept in till around 10:00. Okay, despite all my bitching about wanting some decent food, I had a bad craving for those damn, horribly delicious McGriddles, so we ran next door and sat outside, watching the people pass. (I've been on Atkin's lifestyle for over 5 years now. I've nmanageed to keep off 25 unwanted pounds, so I DO like my vacation garbage food.)
Next up: Casino tours! Mechanic and Dan were already up and out. They were down at the Tropicana at some kind of car museum or something? We told them we’d work our way down there. So, I did the tour guide thing and walked the rest of the guys through Bellagio (New guys thought the flowers were cool in the observatory, but were more fascinated by the jets of water that criss cross each other. LOL No real reaction to the hotel), Aladdin (They really liked the shop area.), Monte Carlo (everyone had the same reaction-A non descript, but nice casino.), NYNY (Now this perked the guys up. They loved the look with all the indoor trees with twinkle lights in them), MGM (Too big. They didn’t have a feel for it.)
We eventually met the other two at Mandalay Bay, which they dug. Like a dummy, I forgot to show them the big fish tank near the check in/out area. Here, we sat and played some Wheel of Fortune, the only slot machine I’ve ever, and will ever play. We walked through the Excalibur shops area, which was decent. They had some mime guy doing this comedy type show to music who was pretty good. My third time going through Excalibur and the place simply holds no appeal to me. After all that walking, we checked out the Luxor and Monkeyman lit up. He said that was the first place to impress him, as we walked through that cavernous lobby area. Of the two new guys, One vote for Luxor as the coolest place and one for the Venetian. Talk about disparate tastes.
So with the tour done, and me uncharacteristically walking all day. (I am the BIGGEST baby about walking. I actually whine after the first hour.), we went back to the Royale for some gambling and chill time. It was around 4:30.
Out of curiosity, we decided to check out Margaritaville for dinner. It was around 6:00. Now bear something in mind. When I was in Key West years ago, I refused to step foot into Margaritaville cause I figured it was a tourist’s trap and I have a real thing against Buffet. (I think the guy is a extremely mediocre talent who people follow with bizarre fervor. I know you Parrotheads will get riled up by that statement, but talk about a guy having a career built on a modicum of talent. The guy is the Steve Guttenberg of music.)
I’m nothing, if not accommodating, so I went. We took a little impromptu tour of the place and sat ourselves on the third level. The outdoor level. With chairs overlooking the strip. COOL!! I can’t tell you about the food. I had some nachos, but that was it. (They were good, but then again, it takes talent to mess up nachos.) The balcony area had the best atmosphere, especially the bar. (People extremely friendly and a real party atmosphere.) We ended up going to Margaritaville every night at some point the rest of our trip just to hang out on the top area and have cocktails.
Let me tell you how the place is set up. They’ve got a tourist shop that opens onto the strip. You can enter the bar through there, or a door right next to it, that leads directly into the bar. There’s a huge neon blender overlooking the main bar. Walking past that, there’s a bunch of tables and beachlike décor. To the very back is another, smaller bar, and next to that is a good-sized dance floor, with a live band. The other entrance cuts through the Flamingo. There's a second level, that's half balcony, half indoors. Upstiars was the only place where we could seat ourselves.
Now this particular night, we hung for hours, before deciding to head out. As we left, I told those guys, I simply had to check out the dance floor. I’m so glad we did. I’ll tell you why in a minute. So we start standing by the back bar, watching the bad., who were decent,. The best part was when the they stopped playing. Not that they were bad or anything, between sets, they start playing top forty dance music. They start thumpin’ Beyonce, 50- cent, you name it: All that BET Countdown, TRL stuff. People filed the floor. What made it so funny and mesmerizing was this one little guy.
He was about 5’4 and was wearing a football jersey with a matching hat. He was kinda built like a little old man, but looked early 20’s. This guy never…stopped…dancing. He was doing all these weird dances from forever ago, like that pop locking crap from Electric Boogaloo, he actually got on the floor and did the worm. He kept walking through the crowd, where the table were, dancing by people’s tables and asking absolutely every girl he came across to dance. It was kinda like watching a stripper at a strip club working the tables. “Wanna dance?…wanna dance?†He was absolutely hilarious. At first, we though he was drunk, but the guy was just high on life, or something illegal. By this point, I told the, they could go back and gamble if they wanted, I was staying, even if no one else did. Just then, in this packed bar, a 6-8 top table opened up right next to the dance floor. We snagged it. As Mechanic and Dan chilled, the rest of us started ordering perfect margaritas, a blend of liquor that has no mixer in it. Potent, expensive and yum!
Meanwhile, wierdo dancer guy is still trying to dance with every girl in the room….until a challenger step forth. I don’t know if they knew each other, but this new guy, looking a bit like an impoverished rapper, starts dancing near wierdo guy. Next thing you know, they’re doing this kind of impromptu dance off. OMG!! I cannot tell you how funny it was.
So eventually, I reminded the guys that they WERE in Vegas and Vegas is not a bystander sport, one must participate. Well, although those guys were having fun, they couldn’t quite swing channeling their inner frat boy. So I told them “Don’t make me do it. I will. I ain’t skeered!†They were like “what? What are you going to do?†I told them, ‘Oh, that’s it, it’s on! Who’s with me? Who’s with me?â€, then I pantomimed dancing in my seat.
Okay, I knew Monkeyman was the only one who might dance, but I though I’d challenge the rest of the guys, none-the-less.
When I got no takers, I turned and smiled at these two girls who’s been dancing by our table. They weren’t Victoria’s Secret models or anything, but they were nice looking and it’s all about the fun. So, hoping I didn’t get shot down (THAT would have been the ultimate in embarrassing, with ALL the guys having a front row seat
), I got up and started dancing kinda silly, then started bumping butts with one of the two girls. Well, I didn’t anticipate their reaction. One of the girls starts dancing in front of me. The other one gets behind me and starts dancing, my back to her front. I actually love dancing that way, except my front to THEIR back. By this point the guys are laughing at me and applauding me. So they go back to talking and watching the crowd and I continue dancing.
And then it happened.
The girls switched positions, and the girl who was in front, got behind me. Not a few moments later, I feel her hands come around the front and she’s dancing with her hands on the inside of my thighs. Yoiks!!
Just then, the canned music ended and the band was gearing up to start again. Hominahominahomina…that’s what I get for being silly.
I sit back down, we order some more drinks and watch the band play their set. All the while weirdo dancer is STILL hitting on every girl within eyesight. After the set, I get on the guys to get a little more rowdy, they do, but still are a bit wallflower-like. So I tell them to point to any table of girls and I will either end up dancing with one of them, or they’d see me having a long conversation with them, with smiles all around. I figured by this point, I wouldn’t mind them being entertained by seeing me get shot down. Funny thing is, it didn’t happen. I ended up not making it back to my table for like half an hour as I met two nice tables full of girls, ushering one of the single guys in my group over, and dancing with two others.
Fun, fun night.
But the rest of the guys were turning into pumpkins and wanted to go back. I think it was around 1 am at this time. So Jehovah and I stayed and played and the rest of the guys left. Some time later (don’t ask me, too many perfect margarita’s and lack of watch put me in a time warp.) Jehovah and I get back to the Royale. For some reason, we peeked over at Denny’s, right next door….and see the rest of the guys, minus Mechanic and Dan, eating. We join them and then proceed to watch what appeared to be a hooker’s convention in the back of the restaurant. There were something like 4-6 pros all hangin out. Eventually, a guy at the table next to them, went from just speaking to the from his seat, to joining them. He ended up leaving with one of them, to the knowing looks of both the girls at the table, and us.
Funny thing. A couple of days later, we were at the Stratosphere, gambling a bit, and Mechanic tells me about a guy he was playing with who’s getting married that night. I look over….and it was that dude from Denny’s!! I kid you not!
So grub time is over and those guys are talking about calling it a nite. I told them that I didn’t realize they’d worn their skirts out tonight. If I’d known I‘d be hanging out with a bunch of little girls, I’d have brought a girl scout troop with me.
They all looked confused, then they started smiling. Monkeyman and Jehovah, almost at the same time were like, ‘Cheetah’s?†I start smiling. They were like, “I don’t knowâ€. I told them that was fine, I knew it’d been a long day, but better to go on a Thursday night, than try a Fri or Sat. Sweaty chimed in and said that if the newbies didn’t see Cheetahs posthaste, he was going to have some problems with them.
“So I guess we’re going to Cheetahsâ€
“We’re going to Cheetahsâ€
TOMMOROW: A G-version of the trip to Cheetahs and the Walk of Shame
(Since by this point, we’d been up all night, I think The Cheetahs trip qualifies as falling under Day Three of my trip report.)
[ April 29, 2004, 09:37 AM: Message edited by: farkingidiot ]
Jehovah and I slept in till around 10:00. Okay, despite all my bitching about wanting some decent food, I had a bad craving for those damn, horribly delicious McGriddles, so we ran next door and sat outside, watching the people pass. (I've been on Atkin's lifestyle for over 5 years now. I've nmanageed to keep off 25 unwanted pounds, so I DO like my vacation garbage food.)
Next up: Casino tours! Mechanic and Dan were already up and out. They were down at the Tropicana at some kind of car museum or something? We told them we’d work our way down there. So, I did the tour guide thing and walked the rest of the guys through Bellagio (New guys thought the flowers were cool in the observatory, but were more fascinated by the jets of water that criss cross each other. LOL No real reaction to the hotel), Aladdin (They really liked the shop area.), Monte Carlo (everyone had the same reaction-A non descript, but nice casino.), NYNY (Now this perked the guys up. They loved the look with all the indoor trees with twinkle lights in them), MGM (Too big. They didn’t have a feel for it.)
We eventually met the other two at Mandalay Bay, which they dug. Like a dummy, I forgot to show them the big fish tank near the check in/out area. Here, we sat and played some Wheel of Fortune, the only slot machine I’ve ever, and will ever play. We walked through the Excalibur shops area, which was decent. They had some mime guy doing this comedy type show to music who was pretty good. My third time going through Excalibur and the place simply holds no appeal to me. After all that walking, we checked out the Luxor and Monkeyman lit up. He said that was the first place to impress him, as we walked through that cavernous lobby area. Of the two new guys, One vote for Luxor as the coolest place and one for the Venetian. Talk about disparate tastes.
So with the tour done, and me uncharacteristically walking all day. (I am the BIGGEST baby about walking. I actually whine after the first hour.), we went back to the Royale for some gambling and chill time. It was around 4:30.
Out of curiosity, we decided to check out Margaritaville for dinner. It was around 6:00. Now bear something in mind. When I was in Key West years ago, I refused to step foot into Margaritaville cause I figured it was a tourist’s trap and I have a real thing against Buffet. (I think the guy is a extremely mediocre talent who people follow with bizarre fervor. I know you Parrotheads will get riled up by that statement, but talk about a guy having a career built on a modicum of talent. The guy is the Steve Guttenberg of music.)
I’m nothing, if not accommodating, so I went. We took a little impromptu tour of the place and sat ourselves on the third level. The outdoor level. With chairs overlooking the strip. COOL!! I can’t tell you about the food. I had some nachos, but that was it. (They were good, but then again, it takes talent to mess up nachos.) The balcony area had the best atmosphere, especially the bar. (People extremely friendly and a real party atmosphere.) We ended up going to Margaritaville every night at some point the rest of our trip just to hang out on the top area and have cocktails.
Let me tell you how the place is set up. They’ve got a tourist shop that opens onto the strip. You can enter the bar through there, or a door right next to it, that leads directly into the bar. There’s a huge neon blender overlooking the main bar. Walking past that, there’s a bunch of tables and beachlike décor. To the very back is another, smaller bar, and next to that is a good-sized dance floor, with a live band. The other entrance cuts through the Flamingo. There's a second level, that's half balcony, half indoors. Upstiars was the only place where we could seat ourselves.
Now this particular night, we hung for hours, before deciding to head out. As we left, I told those guys, I simply had to check out the dance floor. I’m so glad we did. I’ll tell you why in a minute. So we start standing by the back bar, watching the bad., who were decent,. The best part was when the they stopped playing. Not that they were bad or anything, between sets, they start playing top forty dance music. They start thumpin’ Beyonce, 50- cent, you name it: All that BET Countdown, TRL stuff. People filed the floor. What made it so funny and mesmerizing was this one little guy.
He was about 5’4 and was wearing a football jersey with a matching hat. He was kinda built like a little old man, but looked early 20’s. This guy never…stopped…dancing. He was doing all these weird dances from forever ago, like that pop locking crap from Electric Boogaloo, he actually got on the floor and did the worm. He kept walking through the crowd, where the table were, dancing by people’s tables and asking absolutely every girl he came across to dance. It was kinda like watching a stripper at a strip club working the tables. “Wanna dance?…wanna dance?†He was absolutely hilarious. At first, we though he was drunk, but the guy was just high on life, or something illegal. By this point, I told the, they could go back and gamble if they wanted, I was staying, even if no one else did. Just then, in this packed bar, a 6-8 top table opened up right next to the dance floor. We snagged it. As Mechanic and Dan chilled, the rest of us started ordering perfect margaritas, a blend of liquor that has no mixer in it. Potent, expensive and yum!
Meanwhile, wierdo dancer guy is still trying to dance with every girl in the room….until a challenger step forth. I don’t know if they knew each other, but this new guy, looking a bit like an impoverished rapper, starts dancing near wierdo guy. Next thing you know, they’re doing this kind of impromptu dance off. OMG!! I cannot tell you how funny it was.
So eventually, I reminded the guys that they WERE in Vegas and Vegas is not a bystander sport, one must participate. Well, although those guys were having fun, they couldn’t quite swing channeling their inner frat boy. So I told them “Don’t make me do it. I will. I ain’t skeered!†They were like “what? What are you going to do?†I told them, ‘Oh, that’s it, it’s on! Who’s with me? Who’s with me?â€, then I pantomimed dancing in my seat.
When I got no takers, I turned and smiled at these two girls who’s been dancing by our table. They weren’t Victoria’s Secret models or anything, but they were nice looking and it’s all about the fun. So, hoping I didn’t get shot down (THAT would have been the ultimate in embarrassing, with ALL the guys having a front row seat
And then it happened.
The girls switched positions, and the girl who was in front, got behind me. Not a few moments later, I feel her hands come around the front and she’s dancing with her hands on the inside of my thighs. Yoiks!!
I sit back down, we order some more drinks and watch the band play their set. All the while weirdo dancer is STILL hitting on every girl within eyesight. After the set, I get on the guys to get a little more rowdy, they do, but still are a bit wallflower-like. So I tell them to point to any table of girls and I will either end up dancing with one of them, or they’d see me having a long conversation with them, with smiles all around. I figured by this point, I wouldn’t mind them being entertained by seeing me get shot down. Funny thing is, it didn’t happen. I ended up not making it back to my table for like half an hour as I met two nice tables full of girls, ushering one of the single guys in my group over, and dancing with two others.
Fun, fun night.
But the rest of the guys were turning into pumpkins and wanted to go back. I think it was around 1 am at this time. So Jehovah and I stayed and played and the rest of the guys left. Some time later (don’t ask me, too many perfect margarita’s and lack of watch put me in a time warp.) Jehovah and I get back to the Royale. For some reason, we peeked over at Denny’s, right next door….and see the rest of the guys, minus Mechanic and Dan, eating. We join them and then proceed to watch what appeared to be a hooker’s convention in the back of the restaurant. There were something like 4-6 pros all hangin out. Eventually, a guy at the table next to them, went from just speaking to the from his seat, to joining them. He ended up leaving with one of them, to the knowing looks of both the girls at the table, and us.
Funny thing. A couple of days later, we were at the Stratosphere, gambling a bit, and Mechanic tells me about a guy he was playing with who’s getting married that night. I look over….and it was that dude from Denny’s!! I kid you not!
So grub time is over and those guys are talking about calling it a nite. I told them that I didn’t realize they’d worn their skirts out tonight. If I’d known I‘d be hanging out with a bunch of little girls, I’d have brought a girl scout troop with me.
They all looked confused, then they started smiling. Monkeyman and Jehovah, almost at the same time were like, ‘Cheetah’s?†I start smiling. They were like, “I don’t knowâ€. I told them that was fine, I knew it’d been a long day, but better to go on a Thursday night, than try a Fri or Sat. Sweaty chimed in and said that if the newbies didn’t see Cheetahs posthaste, he was going to have some problems with them.
“So I guess we’re going to Cheetahsâ€
“We’re going to Cheetahsâ€
TOMMOROW: A G-version of the trip to Cheetahs and the Walk of Shame
(Since by this point, we’d been up all night, I think The Cheetahs trip qualifies as falling under Day Three of my trip report.)
[ April 29, 2004, 09:37 AM: Message edited by: farkingidiot ]
