Monday, May 7, 2007

Vegas, days 2 and 3

Random happenings from Vegas:

Snagged a ticket to see "O" at the last minute. First box near the stage. Unreal seats. Unreal show.

Hung out with a couple of random French people who came all the way here just to see the boxing match. They were here for four days. In that four days they saw the fight (de la Hoya lost!), saw Tom Jones, took a helicoptor tour of the Grand Canyon, and and were seeing "O". I believe they had also been playing $25,000 a hand blackjack. They could hardly speak English, yet one of them had been in NY to run the Marathon. They were very happy about their new President and telling me about casinos in Normandie. It was all very odd. Sadly, it's clear that my French now sucks.

The hookers at Bellagio were much fancier than those at Paris. Some even had Jimmy Choos.

I tripped on the strip late at night. High heel got caught in pavement crack. Poker Chick went flying. Heel semi-broke. Let me tell you, If you're ever alone in a cool place like Vegas, it's a great conversation starter for those around you. Fortunately, the giant bruise on my
elbow (which still has a scab on May 21st!) was endured in private.
Finally, to top off a lovely trip, Delta came through for me. I left Vegas on the red-eye with a stunning view of the strip at night, sitting comfortably in First Class. Now that's what I call leaving in Vegas in style!
PCF (i.e. "Daddy"), if you're reading this, thanks for the trip!

Thursday, May 3, 2007


24 hours in Vegas seems like forever. Before even seeing the room, I'd passed by dozens of slots, several wedding chapels, and was invited to the room of a rather icky and much too forward rich older gentleman. The crowds for this weekend are unreal.

We all dined in Paris last night. Jimster and I had breakfast, I got a massage, and then we all lunched by the pool. We even have video of Poker Chick's father drinking a "fruity" beverage. Then there are the pictures of the Jimster with the Malibu woman who was dressed as a nearly-naked cop handing out free some free lip balm from her too (of course!) Later, I got insulted by a cab driver ("You're a New Yorker, aren't you?") and there's much else I'm forgetting. Oh, yes, I touched a live shark. But let's talk about gambling.

The Kentucky Derby
Suffice it to say there is no place on earth better for watching the Derby than the racebook at a Vegas casino. Particularly when you met a horse race trainer the night before who gave you his choices. The noise, the excitement, the cheering, the money - even better than a good run at the craps table.

All were surprised when after 3+ straight hours of play Poker Chick came in 6th (1st-6th paid money) during a multi-table tournament. 40-something people entered; most locals or pros. The turning point was pocket kings that knocked out two players at once. Bam! Bam! That was awesome. It's definitely true that the players are much better in Vegas. So this was no small feat, all y'all.

Speaking of Venice (see daily update), we're off to the Venetian for a gondola ride and classy dinner. This is good because we need to air out the room after a JF. Amazing how some things are universally funny to boys. Not so much on the receiving end.