I call him Gamblor! And it's time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!
I spent the weekend in Las Vegas with some of my old buddies from San Diego for the annual Can/Am ice hockey tournament. Every year, we use the tournament as an excuse to meet up and catch up on old times. Oh - and there's the whole gambling, drinking, eating, gawking at women, and getting crushed in ice hockey by teams that are WAY better than us.
Played three hockey games in two days - which is amusing considering how out-of-shape I am. The first game was okay. The second game was okay, except for having to put on the sopping wet hockey gear. The third game was brutal - sore back, sore neck, sore legs, sore everything. I'm lucky to be alive.
But back to Vegas. Stayed at the tackiest hotel in the universe - the Excalibur! As my friend Dan puts it, walking into that place is like walking into a "Golf N Stuff" - kitschy in a miniature-golf sort of way. In the room, there was some cheezy tapestry hanging from the wall, the lamps were shaped like torches, and there was a terrible painting in the bathroom that looked like it was painted by one of those late night cable art-school students.
The majority of the trip was spent in my hotel room working on a writing project that was due on Monday. The rest of the trip was spent at the Casino Royale. If you've never been there, Casino Royale is a little hole-in-the-wall place between Harrah's and the Venetian that's become the in-spot for poor young people. Low table minimums, $1 beers, and great alt-pop-80's music - directly adjacent to a Denny's (in case you need a late night Moon over My Hammies).
So something embarrassing happened to me on Saturday night while walking back to the hotel from dinner. I know you'd all love to hear all about it, but I don't care to have it published on the web for everyone to see for all eternity. Besides, embarrassing things that happen in Vegas... most DEFINITELY stay in Vegas.
Played three hockey games in two days - which is amusing considering how out-of-shape I am. The first game was okay. The second game was okay, except for having to put on the sopping wet hockey gear. The third game was brutal - sore back, sore neck, sore legs, sore everything. I'm lucky to be alive.
But back to Vegas. Stayed at the tackiest hotel in the universe - the Excalibur! As my friend Dan puts it, walking into that place is like walking into a "Golf N Stuff" - kitschy in a miniature-golf sort of way. In the room, there was some cheezy tapestry hanging from the wall, the lamps were shaped like torches, and there was a terrible painting in the bathroom that looked like it was painted by one of those late night cable art-school students.
The majority of the trip was spent in my hotel room working on a writing project that was due on Monday. The rest of the trip was spent at the Casino Royale. If you've never been there, Casino Royale is a little hole-in-the-wall place between Harrah's and the Venetian that's become the in-spot for poor young people. Low table minimums, $1 beers, and great alt-pop-80's music - directly adjacent to a Denny's (in case you need a late night Moon over My Hammies).
So something embarrassing happened to me on Saturday night while walking back to the hotel from dinner. I know you'd all love to hear all about it, but I don't care to have it published on the web for everyone to see for all eternity. Besides, embarrassing things that happen in Vegas... most DEFINITELY stay in Vegas.
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