Vegas Observations, Pt 4

OK, last section (I think). A few more thoughts as I wrap this up. As said before, catch up with parts 1, 2 and http://thispixelatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/vegas-observations-pt-3.html if you need to.

>> Gotta give it up for Matt, who surprised us all with his commitment to the tables. Cards be damned, he powered through and sat at the poker tables raking pots for around 40 or 50 total hours. This was enough, I think, to earn him a free spot in a high buy-in poker tourney the next time he is in town. Of course, I would have asked him about it had I been able to pry him away from his seat.

>> Must say, Caesar's is a great sportsbook to watch games. 8 large projection screens. Smart employees. Loud speakers. Hell, they even have the restrooms within spittin distance so you are not pulled away very far. I ended up hanging out with a crew of guys on spring break from Connecticut. This is because all my compadres were off playing poker or being pissed at each other. Hmmm, speaking of that ...

>> Agent Zero! Scott Summers! Silver Fox! It's Wolverine the movie! When the hell does it come out again?

>> Be careful what you wish for when trying to save money by crashing with friends. We're all grown men, and I guess it was a matter of time before words were had over the sleeping arrangements. Me? I'm a floor guy. Can't remember the last time I claimed a bed. Give me a comforter and two pillows and I will take one for the team and crash on the floor. Well, we had a gigantic room so it should never have been an issue, but sure enough a good deal of alcohol thrown in and tensions boiled over. I'll spare the specifics, but Luke and Sean had an epic battle over who slept where. It spilt over into the next day and all but killed the momentum of the weekend. I think hate beams from their eyes are being thrust from Cincy to Lexington as we speak. Come on, fellas, be adults and hug and move on. But it was damn funny to watch.

>> Luke pointed out this infomercial that had escaped me until now. It's four women and 100% D-bag talking on a couch about small penis size and how terrible it is for men. What the fuck? I was enraptured by this program. Wow, talk about highly offensive to men. I mean, come on, no good comes of this. I'm getting a wee tired of all the programs/pills/ads/whatever all spelling out how horrifying it is for a man to hear this stuff. Not every man needs Viagra, but you'd never know it if you watched any major sporting event. Christ, you'd think all women in the world were going unsatisfied. Just wait until they start advertising sex pills for women on E! and Bravo. Then the shit will really hit the fan. You know it's coming, ladies. Don't say you weren't warned.

>> The highlight of every trip for me is the Saturday night run at the Hard Rock Casino. Love it there. Never have bad luck there. Cool people. Great tables. Great music pumped throughout the place. Hell, they even have Aerosmith chips and a full display of Steven Tyler apparel. So you know I love it. This year was no exception. Luke and I had a thrilling run for a couple hours. We met some cool people, all of whom stayed around the table for a healthy session. By the end of it all, Luke and I combined took more than a grand from the Hard Rock. It easily helped us pay for the hotel room and cover some of our losses from earlier. In all, it was a fitting bookend to yet another fabulous excursion to Vegas. Next year we'll hopefully have a bigger crew. And individual rooms. And less Wolverine.