Vegas Day 2

We woke up around 10:00 A.M. and decided to win back some money. Brownbear decided that the small pots at the $2 and $4 dollars table were not worth it and headed to a No Limit Hold Em table with $100 dollars. After a few solid bluffs and a couple great hands he was able to win back any money lost yesterday and go up around $60 dollars. The Big Cat, in Big Cat fashion, found an excitable cougar to teach him the finer details of Craps. This little bit of gambling, drinking, and fun was just a precursor to what awaited us at the Palm’s Place resort.We left Freemont Street and drove to one of the newest hotels in Vegas the Palm’s Place. Driving up we realized how big the hotel was, three different towers stretched across three blocks of the highway connected by the Casino floor. We walked into the casino and went straight to registration. From there they took us into a quiet back room where we discovered we were in the wrong building. Our reservation was actually in the new tower, Palm’s Place, that had recently been featured on the new Real World. All week long Big Cat had warned me the rooms are not that nice because they want their guest down in the casino gambling so I should be prepared for a small room. With this in mind we finally found the lobby of the new tower after a quick walk through the sky tube. Joe, who worked the front desk, checked us in and than began to hand us our cards which came with our reservation. 3 V.I.P. passes to all the new clubs within the hotel, complimentary drinks at the Palm’s bar, and a few deals for spots along the strip. After the excellent treatment from the hotel staff we began to get excited to see our room. We made our way to the 10^th floor and were shocked at what we found.

The bed sat on top of a wood paneled floor and along a wall made completely of mirrors. An L shaped couch that folded out into a bed sat next to the wall, which was one big window leading out to our balcony. I walked past the two 42-inch plasma T.V.s mounted on the wall and looked out our window. There I saw a great view of the Vegas Strip. The full kitchen, all stainless steel, marble counter tops, and a Jacuzzi in the bathroom were just icing on the cake. This great hotel room was the starting point for a great weekend in Vegas.Big Cat slid in the hotel key and pushed open the door to reveal our new room for the next two days. The first part of the room was made of a dark marble, which morphed into a white marbled bathroom.

With a quick change in to our Vegas best we headed out to meet the Big Cat’s grandparents for one of the top rated buffets in Vegas, The Wynn. Now the Wynn’s buffet is made mostly of 5 star cuisines from across the world and we had not eaten for a full 24 hours. The waiter quickly learned not to come near the table as Brownbear took a swipe at a bold man who tried to take my plate before I had cleaned the bones completely of meat. This fantastic food was beginning to weigh us down and almost knocked us out for the night. In order to keep this from happening we quickly ran to the casino floor for free whiskey on the rocks and some gambling.

Now the Wynn has a little red card known as a Players Card. When one signs up for this simple card it gives them a free $10 dollars for slots and allows the casino to keep track of their winnings. Ten dollars richer we headed to the 25 cent slots and began to pull the levers while sipping our fresh whiskeys. Within minutes the Big Cat won $50 dollars on the slots and ran to cash in on his free $50 bucks. He then came back to find I had used all my free money and had stopped playing. The BC sat down at his old machine to use the rest of his free money and within 3 pulls of the lever had won another $150 dollars! The BC was on his game and we both knew tonight would be a night to remember.

After a quick shower and an even quicker downing of a fifth of whiskey we were ready to head to the “PlayBoy Club” at the top of our hotel. What we thought would be a fun dance club turned out to be a place where men gambled and PlayBoy Bunnies dealt the cards or served drinks. All in all it could have turned out much worse. Here the table minimum for blackjack was $25 and after an easy $100 was lost we decided to head up to the club Moon.

Moon is a short escalator ride from the PlayBoy Club and is one of the best clubs in Vegas. As people pack in the club with plenty of V.I.P. sections, drinks, and a huge dance floor Moon pulls back a retractable roof giving everyone a great view of the night sky. While at the club we noticed some men looked a little douchier than others and they were all standing near us. Shocked by this revelation I looked around and realized we were standing right next to Chris Angel. The B list celebrity, with his entourage of mediocre girls, beefy security guards, and creepy stare sat in the booth next to us. I quickly became disinterested and began to look around the bar until the BC gave me a nudge. Behind us the Big Cat had caught a familiar scent within the bachelorette party who had taken to dancing on the couches and waving glow stick in each other’s faces. Distracted as I was by the glowing lights and the seizures I guessed it had caused in the girls I noticed one face that look familiar. Big Cat had found our friend Colleen from the University of Dayton. We headed up to the top balcony with the bachelorette party to get a view of the city and had a few more drinks. This is around the time we encountered the true monster that is Vegas.

Brownbear had noticed his phone had broken; the screen had stopped responding to touch, and had wandered off amidst the crowd of drunken people. Big Cat, caught up in his frenzied dancing, did not notice my absence until much too late. The BC prowled the club looking for drinks, women, and occasionally the kid who drove him here. Eventually BC found his way down to the PlayBoy Club where Brownbear was sitting sideways at a blackjack table. The only sign that Brownbear was alive was the huge stack of chips that sat before him at the table. The table had gone up to a $50 minimum after 2 A.M. and from the looks of it Brownbear had done quite well for himself.

With a quick nudge BC shook me from my stupor and I looked own to count my chips. I had turned $100 dollars into $800 in less than an hour! As the clock neared 4 A.M. I ran to cash in my chips and collect my winnings, 8 one hundred dollar bills, Vegas indeed. But now is the point when Vegas rears its ugly head and with a simple sentence our night changed. The BC put his paw on my shoulder and yelled over the music, “Lets go to the roulette table!” Now I knew this was a bad idea but the whiskey had other plans. After a quick $200 on black I was in preservation mode hoping to win back my chips, I mean it wont land on red all night long could it… It could and it did. Before we knew it we had each dropped close to $1200 dollars on the roulette table and any joy we had felt was gone. We quickly headed back to our room around 5 in the morning to sleep off all the horrible decisions made that night.