It's Monday morning and I'm back at the grind. I got home last evening from a quick trip to Vegas -- my first since Labor Day weekend; and likely my only trip this year. I have not been gambling much. And that did not change this past weekend.
I was originally scheduled to fly out to the desert Thursday evening; late on an 8:00 pm flight. However, on Tuesday I changed my mind, partly due to not wanting to leave work too early on Thursday to head to the airport; and also because the weather looked a bit sketchy. Turns out, this was a good call and the flight I was booked for ended up being delayed almost three hours and not landing until nearly 2:00 am.
I got in to Vegas at 12:20 Friday and was promptly long-hauled to Aria. Wasn't even asked what route I wanted to take. I guess I've got that newbie look or something. After a quick salad at Todd English Public House, I mashed a bit of video poker before making my way over to Paris to pick up my "Diamond Celebration Dinner Voucher." Then it was off to check out the Beer Garden at Paris -- a pretty cool outdoor spot. From there, it was Gordon Ramsey Steak for dinner and, perhaps, one-too-many glasses of wine.
I got out of dinner around 9:00, and went over to Bally's to sling some cards. Suffice it to say, I was a bit in the bag by my arrival; and a handful of Coronas at the table did not help to sober up the situation. I was self-aware enough to recognize most of the table was drooling for my chips. Little did they know that I can still play relatively decent poker under the influence. After getting down $100 or so, I doubled up when I raised 99 and spiked a set against a pair of aces. A short while later (or, perhaps a short while prior . . . who knows), Coach showed up to play some hands. Sadly, the table broke not too long thereafter (and just after I knocked a full Corona off my side-table). I had gotten up to use the rest room, and upon my return, the game was done. Multiple people were trying to get me to stay and take a seat at another game, but I declined. It was close to 4:00 am est and I had been up nearly 24 hours. It was time to call it a night.
I set my alarm for 7:00 am Saturday, intent on getting a prime spot at the pool at Aria. However, as is often the case when in Vegas, I awoke on my own at 6:30. After a few coffees, I made my way to the pool as planned. Sun. Coronas. A pleasant morning. I left around 2:00 to take a short nap before heading over to Mandalay Bay to see Santana once again. While I had originally planned to play some poker Saturday night, I ended up post show at Ri Ra watching the Black Donnelly's play. In the end, I gambled zero dollars Saturday.
And Sunday was more of the same . . . I spent most of the day at the pool before heading down to Mandalay Bay to watch the Mets-Pirates game at the book and to have dinner at Strip Steak. After dinner, I realized I'd have to be up at 6:00 am to catch my flight home and decided to do the responsible thing and call it an early night. I was back in my room by 11:00 pm.
Not my typical Vegas getaway. But, it was probably the best time I've had there in years.