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As you’re reading this, I’m probably flying home from Las Vegas. And I’m probably pretty happy about that, because it means I’ve accomplished Assignments 15-17, which are as follows:
15) Attempt to double down. Honestly, this was the whole reason for the trip, and it was inspired by this classic scene from Swingers. (Fast-forward 1:45 min.)
I may or may not have been successful in my gambling exploits. I say “may or may not” because I’m writing this post the Thursday night before our trip. Your guess is as good as mine.
16) Try to sneak into a high-roller room to score a free, top-shelf drink. Our friend Mason swore it could be done, and he swore he could show me how. I agreed that it was probably doable, if one was tall and blonde and Scandinavian, with an inexplicably Russian accent. On Wednesday, I’ll let you know what happened when a short, Irish/Italian brunette gave it a whirl.
17) Wildcard! I did it! And it didn’t involve getting arrested, or stealing Mike Tyson’s tiger, or losing a tooth or doing anything that involved looking sparkly.
…But then again, maybe it did?
While you’re waiting for the full story, I have two fun facts to share about Sin City:
a) Did you know Vegas has its own death ray? Me either, until my brother brought me up to speed a few days before GB and I headed west. Apparently, when the sun hits the new Vdara Hotel’s energy efficient windows and concave south-facing design at just the right angle, laser-like rays beam down on pool dwellers to burn them and melt their plastic cups in a matter of seconds. When the hotel’s CEO tried to prove these allegations false, the rays singed his hair and eyebrows. (If you were the kind of kid who used a magnifying glass to set ants on fire, you probably understand the science behind this phenomenon.)
b) Also, did you know there’s a place where you can sit at a blackjack table, watch sports, order free drinks and have a stripper give you a massage? GB learned this bit of news when a buddy kicked off the conversation like this: “So. How open-minded is your wife?” To which I say, knock yourself out, GB. After 11 years with me, I think you’ve earned yourself a good, old-fashioned stripper rub-down. Meanwhile, I’ll be getting pedicures from some pool boy named Javier.
So there you have it: There’s lots to be told! Be sure to check back soon for the full scoop…
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Rule of thumb: No go good ever comes out of a conversation that begins, “How open minded is your wife?”
“Meanwhile, I’ll be getting pedicures from some pool boy named Javier.” Love it!
Wendy
Love this, and can’t wait to read all about it! Yay! And I totally agree with Todd’s take on that conversation opener …
Sunshine xx
I also can’t wait to hear the rest of the story! “Open-minded?” Hmmm…to me that means, I get what I want, and my husband doesn’t. Is that wrong?
Oooh… no massage from Javier?!
SGM
You go girl! Can’t wait to read about the whole trip…
Cannot wait to hear!
Waiting for the full scoop! And hopefully a pic of Javier
“How Open-minded is your wife?” My Hub would have to answer “not very”. A massage would be ok, at a blackjack table in public with other people around. No private rooms, however. Share, I do not.
An anxious to hear more about 15-17.
Awesome…. can’t wait to read the full story!
Ah man, I love Vegas. I miss Vegas. I used to have to go there all the time, because it seemed every geek conference in the world was based there. For a while, every time I closed my eyes I could hear the sound of dropping change echo-ing in my ears.
Javier’s awesome. Tell him I said hi