Vegas Face

Vegas face (n): either the wild eyed look people have as they check into the hotel as they dream of the fun times ahead or the worn out, glazed over look after staying up for 40 straight hours, losing hundreds of dollars, chain smoking and binge drinking. 

Thursday, I drove over to Vegas to hang out with Dad and his work buddies. I hit up Mad Greek on the way and then rolled into Harrah's about 9. I met Dave and his buds in the sports book room and had a couple drinks. The night flight contingent from Illinois called and told us their flight was cancelled and they'd be in on Friday afternoon. Okay. Dad was in that group. We checked into our rooms and since Dave and the others had been drinking all day, they crashed out at 10pm and I headed downstairs to lose a $100. Friday, we decided to hit Fremont Street before the group got too big to move easily. Fremont is the old Vegas area. Dave wanted to hit up the Gold Nugget. We parked in Binion's Garage and hit the covered roadway. We were on a losing streak at the Nugget so decided to walk and grab some lunch. I had to use the little boy's room, so we stopped at an anonymous casino. G walked up to the bar to order a drink and the bartender told him is he played $10 on the video poker he'd get a free drink. He put in $10, got his free drink and 2 hands later hit $1000. Guess who's buying lunch. We hit up a restaurant in one of the casinos and I had prime rib. The whole place smelled like au jus. Heavenly. We then headed back to chill out before the rest of the crew got in. I snuck down to the spa for a massage and got back just as they were all getting ready to head to the floor for another round of craps and slots. I lost some more money. Then we headed to dinner at the HofBrauHaus (see next blog entry) then back to the casino. Saturday was a long day of hitting up lots of casinos, chilling in their Diamond lounges and playing some cards. We made it to Harrahs, Caesars, Paris, and the Flamingo. Lots of drinks and lots of free food and of course further losses at the craps and blackjack tables. Let's just say I should have been playing the no pass line and got way too many 12s and 13s. Ugh. By Saturday at 7 I had hit my loss limit and tried to call it a night, but was summoned back down to the lounge for a few more hours of watching other people lose money at Blackjack. While I love Vegas; the architecture, the shows, the food, the hustle and bustle,  and enjoy the casino, I hate losing money. With the money I lost, I could have bought some sweet stuff, but I guess all vacations are like that. 

The Mad Greek. Heck yeah. 

Shawn Blair is alive and working in Vegas.

G with his $1000 voucher he won during my pee break.

Dad getting his just desserts.

Heather, blurry from running away after the paddling.

Zac from Fairbanks.

Caesars has its own bottled water. Fancy Schmancy.

yes my legs are that white. A new Vegas tradition, getting my Docs polished up. 

Diamond Players Lounge. Free Food. Free Drinks. This is at Flamingo. Lots of tempura shrimp and hot wings. Tons of veg tray, chips and dips. Oh, so full.