Friday, June 23, 2006
Vegas, Baby, Vegas
The trip started off, as many of my recent trips have, with a delay.
So leaving Milwaukee to go to Hartford was a harrowing experience as I didn't know if the MKE to Cleveland was going to shampoo up the CLE to Hartford segment.
And I had a good dinner with my main man TP and then traveled 25 min. outside the Rising Sun of New England to meet up with the rest of the lads for CDD's Bachelor Party in Las Vegas, Nevada.
(ok, so if you're Magellan, don't bother with the not-so-direct route to Sin City.)
The official start to the weekend began with a Frank-the-Tank beer funnel. A funnel that I had not done since, well, the first time I visited Fairfield with these clowns. So great, 13 years later, I'm back to where I was. I take credit for shortening the existential paradox triangle to a circle.
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The weekend began with one of the married members of the travel party lying to his wife. "I thought we were staying local...they surprised me with a ticket to Vegas..."
Matrimonial bliss? Yeah, loose definition with the lads.
Another traveler did a different sort of lying...but that's a different story for a different province.
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CDD is the groom-to-be. Spoon is the best man. CDD is a lovable anal-retentive shampoo. Spoon doesn't own a watch, nor does he prescribe to humanity's whole reliance on time.
So yes, we almost missed our flight out...
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We got out here and got instantly it turned bad.
Go straight to the hotel pool/bar/restaurant for the kick-off.
Six guys. Six sandwiches. Maybe three drinks apiece. $300 bones.'
Allow that to sink in (yeah, $50 bucks apiece...welcome to Las Vegas)
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We, since we're good looking, overly tolerant, and wholly friendly folk (read: all bullshit there) we made friends with Julie the waitress. She just moved here from Austin, Texas. She liked us. She gave us a round off. She put our names on a list for "Tabu" to skip the line. She gave us 8 beers in buckets meant for 5.
Julie the waitress, so far, is the MVP.
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JJ - IMHO the guy who we're REALLY here for -- caught conjunctivitis. Pink eye. He's out. And I hope he didn't rub his eyes on this keyboard.
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So we go to the pool at the MGM Grand. And mind you, it's 112 degrees outside. But don't worry, it's a dry heat.
Yeah...dry heat...shampoo please...I now know what London Broil feels like...holy shit, I cooked. But I did get a nice burn. And we met Joanna the Canadien.
Joanna is beautiful. She is smart. She is worldly. We all spoke about world issues, religion, philosophy, why Canadians hate Americans, and well, why she should ditch her gambling addict of a boyfriend/fiancee/petit chou (she is Canadian) and hang with a good group of bachelor party folks.
She'll catch on.
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At last count, I've had about 18 beers today. Yeah.
18.
And I'm still going strong.
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Checking in with the real world, all is well.
I feel well and I hope you do too.
I'll have more when there's more to have.
I love y'all. One.
So leaving Milwaukee to go to Hartford was a harrowing experience as I didn't know if the MKE to Cleveland was going to shampoo up the CLE to Hartford segment.
And I had a good dinner with my main man TP and then traveled 25 min. outside the Rising Sun of New England to meet up with the rest of the lads for CDD's Bachelor Party in Las Vegas, Nevada.
(ok, so if you're Magellan, don't bother with the not-so-direct route to Sin City.)
The official start to the weekend began with a Frank-the-Tank beer funnel. A funnel that I had not done since, well, the first time I visited Fairfield with these clowns. So great, 13 years later, I'm back to where I was. I take credit for shortening the existential paradox triangle to a circle.
-----
The weekend began with one of the married members of the travel party lying to his wife. "I thought we were staying local...they surprised me with a ticket to Vegas..."
Matrimonial bliss? Yeah, loose definition with the lads.
Another traveler did a different sort of lying...but that's a different story for a different province.
-----
CDD is the groom-to-be. Spoon is the best man. CDD is a lovable anal-retentive shampoo. Spoon doesn't own a watch, nor does he prescribe to humanity's whole reliance on time.
So yes, we almost missed our flight out...
-----
We got out here and got instantly it turned bad.
Go straight to the hotel pool/bar/restaurant for the kick-off.
Six guys. Six sandwiches. Maybe three drinks apiece. $300 bones.'
Allow that to sink in (yeah, $50 bucks apiece...welcome to Las Vegas)
-----
We, since we're good looking, overly tolerant, and wholly friendly folk (read: all bullshit there) we made friends with Julie the waitress. She just moved here from Austin, Texas. She liked us. She gave us a round off. She put our names on a list for "Tabu" to skip the line. She gave us 8 beers in buckets meant for 5.
Julie the waitress, so far, is the MVP.
-----
JJ - IMHO the guy who we're REALLY here for -- caught conjunctivitis. Pink eye. He's out. And I hope he didn't rub his eyes on this keyboard.
-----
So we go to the pool at the MGM Grand. And mind you, it's 112 degrees outside. But don't worry, it's a dry heat.
Yeah...dry heat...shampoo please...I now know what London Broil feels like...holy shit, I cooked. But I did get a nice burn. And we met Joanna the Canadien.
Joanna is beautiful. She is smart. She is worldly. We all spoke about world issues, religion, philosophy, why Canadians hate Americans, and well, why she should ditch her gambling addict of a boyfriend/fiancee/petit chou (she is Canadian) and hang with a good group of bachelor party folks.
She'll catch on.
-----
At last count, I've had about 18 beers today. Yeah.
18.
And I'm still going strong.
-----
Checking in with the real world, all is well.
I feel well and I hope you do too.
I'll have more when there's more to have.
I love y'all. One.
