Lost Vegas

At least that's what I did.

Although, I did see a lost and found in the casino of my hotel and thought about letting them know I'd lost an assload of money...

Not much to report.

Wasn't all that exciting, although we had a good time with Jefferson and Bridget. We stayed at the Luxor and they at the MGM. Both were very nice.

Let's see...the highlights:

The Horse Game at the MGM:

Jefferson and Bridget introduced us to this gem. It's really quite simple. You sit at this glass topped table that has mechanical horses inside of it, bet 25 cents at a time and sit there for hours as the waitress brings you free drinks. Once in a while you win, but all the while, drinking occurs.

The Fremont Street Experience:

Trixie had never been Downtown before, and since it's something everyone should smell, err, see at least once, we subjected her to the dregs of society gambling money they don't have. She summed up her visit with two words - Tangible Desperation.

The Tournament of Kings:

HUZZAH! Jefferson and Bridget accompanied Trixie and I to the Tournament of Kings at the Excalibur. For the uninitiated, think Medieval Times from the move Cable Guy. She and I had both been before, but Jefferson and Bridget fully immersed themselves in the chivalry and pagentry that is the greatest show in Las Vegas. Thanks again for a good time My Lady and My Lord. (Pic of Trixie and I above)

Satchel:

Satchel is one of Van's best friends.

Let's go through this chronologically.

On the flight to Vegas, Satchel is selected to have his baggage opened and checked by the TSA. He arrives in Vegas to find a note explaining the search in his bag, and his clothes dusted in menthol fresh talcum powder.

On Saturday night in Vegas, he imbibes in the proximity of alcohol that staying at The Golden Nuggett allows you. He had a number of liquor filled "footballs" and was blind drunk, yet still managed to win over $300 playing blackjack at Binion's Horseshoe.

Later that evening, when the party was breaking up, he became quite panicked and told everyone "Wait! Don't leave...you're my ride!"

They were staying across the street.

After falling in the casino and being warned numerous times not to lean on the glass near the roulette wheel, Satchel stumbled out to the street and made his way back to the Nuggett.

Satchel made a love connection with a sinewy stripper earlier in the evening, and she paid him a visit in his room later that night.

He woke up the next morning with an empty wallet.

I suppose that's the price you pay when you engage the services of a professional and allow yourself to fall asleep while she's there.

It's a shame too. He's a good guy. He just makes bad choices...all the time.

The Coupe de Gras:

Piling into the parking lot shuttle just after landing in St. Louis, the driver turns to the seven of us along for the ride and asks us, with all sincerity "Anyone know the score of the baseball game?"