Vegas Day 3

Waking up the next morning not really knowing how much we had spent we each checked our bank accounts….bad idea. We realized how much we lost and it didn’t make for a great start to the day. However, Big Cat had the foresight to order us a cabana at the pool months in advance. This cabana was just the thing to cheer us up. Equipped with food, bottle service, and set against the newly created Palm’s Place pool we were definitely living the Vegas dream. Big Cat and I agree the best part of our Cabana was Monique, our waitress who could have won a Megan Fox look alike contest. It was her job to refill our drinks, bring our food, and feed the Big Cat fresh grapes from a perch above the sofa where he had taken to sunning himself.

Now despite our gorgeous waitress we were able to meet a few new people. The first girls we met were right across the Cabana from us at a bachelorette party, we just couldn’t escape them. After watching around 4 guys get kicked off their little isle we knew we had to save them from the onslaught of creepy men, we were both up for the challenge. Now we both made our way around the pool to the little isle cabana the 14 of them had reserved. All around us were guys, many of them were flexing so hard trying to impress the girls they looked like they would crap their pants, and they watched as we approached the bachelorette party. Now, we did have a unique advantage as the girls were stunned by the boyish smile the BC gave them, but they quickly recovered and began to try to kick us off their island. First, we asked them why they were yelling at us so much and then gave them a little bit of lip back that they were giving us. The party quickly realized we weren’t there to appease them or buy them drinks for no reason and opened up to us. The girls were 26 and from Kansas, one of our last stops on the migration.

Next, we met a man by the name of Carlos. Carlos made a living flying planes for celebrities and privately wealthy clients. As I eyed his Rolex and Guido yet expensive clothes I began to question a little more about his job. Supposedly, he had just dropped Tiger Woods off in Florida and had flown to Columbia and back. One of the girls from the bachelorette party asked if he smuggled coke… Surprisingly he did not laugh or mess with us, Carlos became very quiet and shook his head and wandered off. I got the distinct feeling the answer was yes. But who am I to pass judgment on a man who makes his living smuggling drugs across our borders or moving Tiger Woods from women to women. But more importantly who did he know and what would they do to me if I said something about it. So in a good sense of self-preservation we spent the rest of the day in the sun getting burnt and sipping tequila. Overall it was exactly what we needed. By the time we finished our fifth and a few margaritas the pool was about to close for the day so we went to the Palms buffet. It didn’t exactly match up to the rest of the hotel, but it was all you can drink with it. Thankfully we could not drink too much more because of how much we ate. Now you all know what happened next, just like every time before we went and passed out in preparation for our last night in Vegas.

We awoke to our alarm blaring and Billy Madison on the T.V., things were looking up for us and we showered and dressed to impress. Since our trip was shaping into a whiskey trip we drank a fifth of early times and headed out to another club Ghost. It was Sunday so the club was not packed. Ghost consisted of one straight line with V.I.P. sections roped off as you walk through it. Then there was a little dance floor and a huge patio with the best view of Vegas we had seen yet. As we moved through the club we saw our friends from the pool and we were quickly invited to their V.I.P section. At one point an older man invited the BC and I to his section to take shots of Grey Goose, as long as we brought some of the girls we were with. Despite the offer of free alcohol the BC and I became infatuated with the back of the club on the balcony. There we found a large square of Plexiglas replacing the balcony giving a great view of 75 floors straight down, clearly we did not need another drink.

We had fun drinking and hanging out but the club began to empty around 4. This left us one more solid option for a great night; we were going to win back the money we lost. Our first stop was a blackjack table with a $50 dollar minimum bet. We both sat down and got to business. Around us a few girls from the bachelorette party tried their luck at the table until eventually an hour had passed. The BC had lost a little bit more money but when he glanced to me it was a completely different story. Sipping on my 5^th water from the waitress I had kept a little bit of my luck from last night. Placing bets up to $200 dollars per hand Brownbear quickly wracked up a pile of chips. Once again Big Cat nudged me to see what I had, and like the song had told me you never count your chips at the table. But after another 15 minutes it was time to call it quits and leave the table while I was ahead. After a quick count we discovered I had won $1600 dollars that night, easily making up my lost winnings from yesterday and then some. We walked to the cashier and asked for my 16 $100 dollar bills, thank you very much, and then stayed as far from the roulette table as possible.

Waking up in the morning we checked out and took a quick walk through some of the hotels on the strip and but decided to get on the road. Vegas definitely was fun, we both had some pretty big highs and some pretty big lows but like Kenny Rodgers once said every hand is a winner and every hand is a loser.