Vegas. I land around 9:30 pm on Tuesday. I always wonder why people launch out of their seats as soon as the plane stops at the gate. "Gotta go! Gotta be ready! Gotta get out of this plane or I'll die!" Then they just stand there waiting... "Still gotta go!" Waiting, waiting, waiting... I just close my eyes and catch a couple a few last Z's. When I open them a couple of minutes later. "SHIT! STILL GOTTA GO!!!" Apparently, they aren't making much progress. When it's all said and done I finally crawl out of my seat and start moving with purpose and fleet of foot. I pass a lot of the people that were standing in the cabin when we parked. They look in a panic to get, wherever. I don't care, I'm heading to the Luxor. Probably a completely shit poker room, but I need some action tonight and even their shitty action will suffice. Expecially since I can drink and play.
Sure enough, the poker room is terrible. I guess that is overly harsh since it isn't really their fault that there aren't enough people interested in starting a 20/40. I'll survive, just as soon as I start polluting my blood stream and slaying brain cells. There's no fear in this room. This is 2/4, I better find some entertainment, because I sure as hell won't find any money.
I get pretty lit up when another game breaks up and a chick takes a seat next to me. We get to chatting and flirting while the table dumps chips then tries to figure out what their hand is. If only I didn't need the action. The good news is that I cash out, we get a couple of shots of Patron Tequila and then it's back to my room for an all-night full contact exercise regimine. Apparently, I become Superman at the poker table instead of my mild mannered reporter persona. At least that's my theory since I keep getting laid in Vegas.
No, I'm not actually that dellusional. I've been coming here for years and I can say without a doubt. People come to Vegas with an agenda in mind. I come to play cards, but it seems that most come to escape reality and that means leaving their inhibitions behind and being someone else if for only a few days. It's all part of the illusion created in the desert. Reminder, don't EVER let your wife, girlfriend or daughter go to Vegas without you. ESPECIALLY if I'm in town. Apparently, I'm just too damned irresistable! ;-)
The next morning, I had to give a presentation; so I got motivated, shaved, showered, dressed; and we left. What did I forget? Anyway, we parted ways and I headed to the Hard Rock for my presentation. I met up with Eazy E from our company, and we discussed the format and content. We had some time, so I decided to hit the head. I washed my hands after and looked up. Shit. That's what I forgot. He he, welcome to Vegas. My hair was gelled and uncombed, pointing in 14 different directions. I genuinely looked like a stoned rock star! Maybe that's why no one saw it as out of the ordinary. Ah, fuck 'em anyway, I'm running on NO SLEEP!
My presentation kicked ass, or so Eazy E told me. I don't recall much of the day, but I do have the distinct ability to just work a crowd of technical and business folks hitting all of their buttons in just the right sequence. So that went well and I headed back to my hotel to catch a couple of conference calls then catch a quick nap. I didn't make it out that night when BD arrived. He understood completely and let me an Eazy E get caught up so that we would be match fit for Thursday's presentation. I felt soo tired. Only 3 more days to go... Viva, Las..Vegas....Zzzzzz.......
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