Almost leaving Las Vegas
Tonight was the big night. The last night. And there was a big party over at the Thomas & Mack Center on the UNLV campus. How could we miss that?
We boarded the bus from our hotel and arrived in short order. The Thomas & Mack parking lot had been converted to fairgrounds of sorts, complete with beer trucks, county fair rides, food booths and a huge stage with a live band where people were singing karaoke. People were taking advantage of it, too, as our first tune was Madonna's "Like a Virgin" being sung by an out-of-tune, middle-aged techno geek. Classic stuff.
After catching that act and a couple of cold brews, we headed inside the arena building to see robot wars. In case you were wondering, the little robot outsmarted the big burly robot and won. While taking a lap around the arena and scouting the food available, we again made our way outside and took a table.
Soon enough, we had our fill of the geek party and again boarded a bus, this time heading over to Caesars. Chris wanted to check out the Shadow Bar. The Shadow bar proved harder to find than we thought, so we spent some time walking through the resort.
As we walked, I suddenly heard someone say "hi!" to me. It was loud and clear and definately directed toward me. I looked over and saw a beautiful woman. "Where are you going?" she continued.
Wow, this girl is hot, I thought to myself. And she's talking to me.
"Um, I think we're heading up to the Shadow Bar," I said.
"Do you want some company?" she asked. Then I noticed two other hot hotties standing nearby also looking and Chris and me.
Oh, I thought. Now I get it. These are girls for hire. Not your garden-variety hos, however, these girls were high class.
Not knowing quite how to respond, I looked at my watch, saw that it was 10:30 and said "It's a little early, maybe later."
Chris laughed. The girl shrugged. We continued to walk. After a few more minutes we still had not found the Shadow Bar and we were back near where we had seen the girls. Chris decicded to ask one of them for directions. She pointed us in the right direction. There's something to be said for cheap thrills.
Our encounter provided for some good conversation at the bar, but since it was still early by Las Vegas standards, we headed over to the Roulette table. After about an hour and $100 later, we decided to hit Pure. The line had finally died down, so we got right to the front. We presented our free VIP passes and the bouncer gave us a look over. Then he pointed to Chris' shoes and said, "We have a dress code, no sneakers."
It was now midnight, so Chris decided to call it a night, especially since he had a 8:00 a.m. flight to New York on Friday. But I still had an itch to scratch. I said good-bye to Chris and headed over to the Black Jack pit.
My trip gambling status: -$800
We boarded the bus from our hotel and arrived in short order. The Thomas & Mack parking lot had been converted to fairgrounds of sorts, complete with beer trucks, county fair rides, food booths and a huge stage with a live band where people were singing karaoke. People were taking advantage of it, too, as our first tune was Madonna's "Like a Virgin" being sung by an out-of-tune, middle-aged techno geek. Classic stuff.
After catching that act and a couple of cold brews, we headed inside the arena building to see robot wars. In case you were wondering, the little robot outsmarted the big burly robot and won. While taking a lap around the arena and scouting the food available, we again made our way outside and took a table.Soon enough, we had our fill of the geek party and again boarded a bus, this time heading over to Caesars. Chris wanted to check out the Shadow Bar. The Shadow bar proved harder to find than we thought, so we spent some time walking through the resort.
As we walked, I suddenly heard someone say "hi!" to me. It was loud and clear and definately directed toward me. I looked over and saw a beautiful woman. "Where are you going?" she continued.
Wow, this girl is hot, I thought to myself. And she's talking to me.
"Um, I think we're heading up to the Shadow Bar," I said.
"Do you want some company?" she asked. Then I noticed two other hot hotties standing nearby also looking and Chris and me.
Oh, I thought. Now I get it. These are girls for hire. Not your garden-variety hos, however, these girls were high class.
Not knowing quite how to respond, I looked at my watch, saw that it was 10:30 and said "It's a little early, maybe later."
Chris laughed. The girl shrugged. We continued to walk. After a few more minutes we still had not found the Shadow Bar and we were back near where we had seen the girls. Chris decicded to ask one of them for directions. She pointed us in the right direction. There's something to be said for cheap thrills.
Our encounter provided for some good conversation at the bar, but since it was still early by Las Vegas standards, we headed over to the Roulette table. After about an hour and $100 later, we decided to hit Pure. The line had finally died down, so we got right to the front. We presented our free VIP passes and the bouncer gave us a look over. Then he pointed to Chris' shoes and said, "We have a dress code, no sneakers."
It was now midnight, so Chris decided to call it a night, especially since he had a 8:00 a.m. flight to New York on Friday. But I still had an itch to scratch. I said good-bye to Chris and headed over to the Black Jack pit.
My trip gambling status: -$800
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