The first night...

Well, whenever you come to Vegas, you need to put your hard hat on, and get ready for whatever to happen. When i come by myself, it's always easy to know what i'm going to get done, and it involves some set and/or permutations of the following, drinking, gambling, eating and walking or catching a cab to do one of the three previously mentioned things. But when there are other people involved, you always need to take them into consideration. Lets not get it twisted, at some time Vegas becomes the most primal of cities, and people become down to pursue their most animalistic expericences- I can speak of this more specifically than i care to know. About an hour ago, i needed to change my hotel room, so i packed my goodness and started toward the elevator, and decided to do the healthy thing- i would instead take the stairs- to get a little extra exercise (when you can drink beer 24-7 and without regard to the laws of open containers, it means the drinking is a continual motion, as opposed to the herky-jerky motion of relocational drinking). I hit the stairs to descend the six floors to my new room, and clearly i walked into a sex-for-money exchange. In the stairwell. I felt like i was in a stairwell at Georgia State, I almost asked if his name was Raoul (if you don't get this joke, don't worry...). He was old, she was a professional, and showed with a degree of vigor that could be heard throught the stairwell...hope she was compensated accordingly. But this misses the point...they seemed considerably less disturbed with my interruption than i was...which leads me to believe this was not the first time they had been interrupted and/or in a stairwell...

A little music for you...Little Brother, a hip hop band from North Carolina...i call it hip hop for grown folks...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxgt_a0V0xE

But back to last night. So my boys Big Jim and Gentile show up, and in a few minutes, Jacob joined us. All had traveled extensively upon their arrival, so the intent was to have a relatively mellow night. I must admit the evening started off on a somber note...we were reminded of the great life that was snuffed out on December 31, 1997, of Patrick Kennedy, who died tragically in a skiing accident. We felt that it was our obligation, might even go as far as saying our moral duty, to respect the end of such a great man's life. So we poured out a little liquor (actually, just poured into glasses and mouths) and listened to his favorite musician, Sonny Bono, who ironically also died in a similar fashion. As we decide to actually do what uncle Teddy would do, go out and have a drink. But as the drinking began, i found myself in the middle of a Harold and Kumar moment- everyone wanted to go to Fatburger (if you've never had a Fatburger, you've also probably never read the lights of a Goodyear Blimp). With significantly less drama than our asian/indian counterparts, we start the trek to Fatburger, a walk that ended up being a little less than 2 miles, got our food, ate like kings and parted ways....I then spent the rest of the evening chillin' with BMan, which always involves a cold beverage and some shady times- both getting our substantial gamble on. I have a problem hanging in Vegas, I sometimes get easily distracted, so i can go to the bathroom and end up playing craps for 3-5 hours. This time, it worked out pretty well, as at one point in time, i was up over $2200. However, it i have learned one thing about this town, it's easy come, easy go....and some is already gone...

...got up, and decided to run some errands. Beer, if you actually purchase it, gets to be painfully expensive so i hit the local Albertson's to keep myself in cold beer and not give myself the shocker (Corona at sportsbook- $7 a beer, the 12-pack I bought from Albertsons, $11.50). Also picked up a portable wireless card, so i can access the web wherever I happen to be...there are not many things in life that are better. I'm out right now, sitting overlooking the boats at Treasure Island, writing my blog and knowing the hotel isn't giving me the technological shocker. The difference is amazing, and it would be dishonest to say it's not really tight. if you have the option, i would highly recommend it. If i was a pool guy (don't swim, clearly don't need a fucking tan) i would be out at the pool, having a drink with an umbrella in it, and enjoying the fun and sun...this is pretty close, and there's almost no risk of submerging my laptop in water. Had a meeting of the minds with a few friends, all previously mentioned and E....i love this kid....best Vegas quote of the weekend (so far)....

"she gave me some drug that made me feel like i had downs syndrome."

Valuable lessons i learned from this- E will take anything you hand him, and i shouldn't, as i don't want to feel like i have downs syndrome, although i am really curious to find out what drug would do that to someone...also said today was one of the most cold-blooded insults i've ever heard, and so you know i'll be using it..

saying that someone has LSD, and not the kind that I used to roll tough with, but the Least Suckable Dick...wow. I'd hate to be the dude they said that about, and although i've actually never seen homeboys junk, there's probably some modicum of truth to it (sorry, friend).

I'm off to Mesa Grill, to get my Bobby Flay on. I'd write a review, but here it is to save you all the time..."The food was fucking incredible. A little spicy for me, but the flavors outweighed the minor discomfort. I don't think it was "an orgasm in my mouth," which it was described to me earlier, and if i thought it would have been, i would have chosen to not dine there.

Next topics...preparing for night two, something about the non-shalmon hamburgler (Jimmy B, really, are times that hard?) and the over under for Karen Harrison being able to last all night partying in Vegas...my money is on the under...

DD