Shows up in my blog. That's right you know you will get every boring and mundane detail of my Vegas trip. Unlike the trip to Boston, I was able to leave work on a high note. We were staying at Treasure Island, which for people in the know, they call it TI. I couldn't help but think of my calculators though.
the sirens ship
the front side
the calculator
the palazzo, its very chic
family goodness
i need tequila!!!
thats better, the tequila trees
the venetian
Treasure is a very nice hotel, I thoroughly enjoyed my stay, all the amenities were adequate, bedding was good, complimentary toiletries reminded me of candy, it didn't taste like it though. We had dinner at TI, just a regular restaurant and Andrew and I went looking for some $5 dollar tables. Before we went walking we signed up for players cards at TI. With the player's card, we got a free five dollars. I turned it into 15 Andrew turned his into 25. "I love Vegas Andrew shouted." This was also the first time Andrew has ever displayed any type of emotion. You really won't find that at any of the big casinos, the five dollar tables that is. So we decided to go make the pilgrimage to the HRC, Las Vegas has both a café and a hotel. Oh yeah double pins and double unique visits. We were talking to the bar tender at the Hard Rock and he told us of a nice place where you can get a 10oz sirloin for 5 dollars and a place where we could get $5 dollar tables. "Walk on over to Elis Island", well it turns out this place was the casino for Super Big 8 motel. Yes it was very ghetto, but I was able to get on a $5 dollar table like I wanted and get over my nervousness of gambling alone. Even Andrew got in on the action, turning 20 into 45, so he was very happy again. We played there until about 130 and finally decided to hike back. At 230 and only 15 dollar minimums we called it a night.
Saturday morning big Zeke showed up and we knew we were due for some good luck. Well Zeke only likes to gamble at Binions so we went down there and got up on the crap table. And we were off, unfortunately we weren't on either. I went through 200 hundred in about 4 hours, woe is me. So I decided to call it a day right there and went and had the world's most unhealthy lunch ever.
Yes that is a hot dog and fried Oreos. And only 2 dollars‼‼‼
Around 3 we went back to the hotel, so we could get ready for the wedding. That was the actual reason we were there. Decided I didn't want a nap, decided to suit up and walk the hotel. As you all know I don't like to dress up, or at least what you all consider dressing, e.g. "Going clubbing", I don't know how to do that. I like the extremes, slobbish and suiting up. So I suited up and the stares and glances I got were much longer and much obliged. I was the only person in the family to suit up and everyone had nice things to say. I met Zeke on the baccarat table; he just dropped another c-note so we decided to go to the tequila bar. We had about 4 shots of Centenario Reposado, which is hands down the best tequila. Queers who sing about patron only think it's good because Patron has an excellent marketing department. Consequently I showed up drunk to the wedding, but I played it cool. There were about 40 people there mostly our side of the family, my family doesn't really need a reason to go to Vegas, but we'll take one. The wedding was nice and short. My aunt was not married by Elvis, but by a nice pastor with an excellent vernacular.
the reverend and his photo boy
We had about an hour before the reception, so my family took over the bar. As the busses arrived I wasn't sure where we were going, but I knew it was going to be Italian. It turns out it was the 2 Italian Restaurant in the Nation according to Food Network. I am unable to find the name of the restaurant online, but I swear that's what my beer goggle vision saw on the window. Bruschetta, chicken marsala, eggplant parmesan, pasta fagiolla, canollis, tiramisu. Excuse the butchered spelling. Afterwards, Zeke wanted to go back Downtown for some cheap gambling. Unfortunately, everyone else had that idea. It was very hard to get on a table. So I just walked around watching everyone. Well when you are suited up you are dressed better than 98% of the people in Vegas casinos. I had a lot of unwelcomed stares come my way, from workers and patrons. Someone asked me if I was higher up for the casino, I said no, then he said get the hell away from me. One of the pit bosses told me to go away. Goodness, in the immortal words of Will Smith, "I make this look good".
big egg and the cherub, hes unhappy because im his brother
cousin tony his short and mean, but he has a phd in particle physics, dont look in his eyes
We lost our money and decided to go back to TI. I played a couple rounds of $15 craps, but TI must have wanted it more. Went back up to the hotel and crashed.
On Sunday I slept in until about 10 and then Drew and I went to have some breakfast at Kahunaville. Afterwards, some of the family wanted to have brunch but I had $60 left in my wallet that I didn't feel like taking home with me. So I was able to turn that $60 into $210. That's what I wanted all weekend. Too bad I didn't have any of that magic Saturday or Sunday. Something I have never seen before and probably will never see again is this one individual. Young Arab guy, Im guessing oil money or some sort of badass computer guy. Id say oil money because he was betting $500 and $1000 a hand. And he was doing it on crazy bets. Taking the field, which has the possibility of doubling or tripling your money. And the way he was playing was weird, he was going to all four tables and betting his money and then picking it up and going to the next table. It was driving the pit bosses crazy and it must have been driving the camera guys crazy also. At one point he shouted he was down $22,000. He kept asking for more markers, which is a loan from the casino, and was getting really pissed that he couldn't get them faster. Well he managed to recoup the loss and walked away 10 Gs in the black. I actually won him $1500 on my roll. No tip for the shooter though. I eventually walked away and headed to the taxis back to the airport.
This was my second time to Vegas and I've had fun every time. Theres something for everyone, whatever kind of vice you have, you can exercise it here. Even if your vice is church, some of my family members went to Mass on Sunday morning.
See you in June,
Jake
this is from the freemont street experience
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