We Just Got Here

"Didn't we just get here?"

It never ceases to amaze me how true those words ring when spoken at the end of a Vegas adventure. It was just yesterday that the little mini-van was heading to the airport filled with people and dreams. Neil, Sara, JP, Tammy, Danielle and I, along with 300lbs of luggage (150 of it belonged to a person who shall remain nameles), slowly snaked our way down Schoenherr to 696. Comments about new laws that should be enacted flowed freely.
1.) Old people shouldn't be allowed out during rush hour.
2.) Stay at home moms and kids shouldn't be allowed to go to lunch between 12 and 1.
3.) Many others that you could imagine.

Eventually, the airport was reached, we headed for the terminal with our bags in tow, and then we grabbed our luggage. On through security, to the gate and onto the plane.

A relatively smooth ride ensued, save for the approach into LAS. Bumpy and bumpier. Not as smooth as you would like, but we made it.

Ahhhhh Mr. Lizard - We Just Got Here.

We moved forward onto the Tram and to the luggage. Our boy was waiting for us. "Ayyy Mate, Lookin' for Mr. Sheen. Your Poatty Bus awaits."

We clamored for the bus with our bags in tow. We were parched. It was obvious we could not make the arduous, 10 minute trip to the hotel. We had to stop! To the party store it was. Some fresh, cold beer, a couple Mike's Hard Lemonade (the alchoholic kind) and some other type coolers were purchased. Never forget the Captain's also. The game was afoot.

The Bellagio was around the corner. Drinks were drunk, bellhops were paid, rooms were acquired (Except for Dennis and Lori, they didn't drop Mr. Sheen's name). Even Mr. Brown managed to pull himself from a poker table to join the masses at the front door.

- We Just Got Here

Thursday night was dinner at Noodles and then off to the tables. The beer started flowing and never stopped. We were ready to party like Boxcars!!! Three went to play in the WSOP event, One out on two hands, One was a little drunk, the third was just grining through. None of them outplayed, but the cards did not shine positively on the posse' that night.

- We Just Got Here

Friday involved much gambling, baseball wagering, drinking and the like. There was some pool action and even some poker playing. A typical day in Vegas. When evening approached the Boxcars started rolling. Delmonico, then some went Phantom, some to O while others headed to the Voodoo Lounge.

When Danielle and I left Phanton, I received a text from Sean. "At the Voodoo Lounge. You better be here." I took that as an order and grabbed the first cab possible. Dennis then called and made sure we went to the front of the line. Giving me three names to drop "Mr. Sheen, Mr. Yelland and/or Patrick." I was familiar with two of them.

My lovely bride and I made our way to the front of the line and spoke to the gentleman at the door. I dropped the names. His only response was "Well, I am Patrick. " He then searched his list for Mr. Yelland. A miss. Thus, I pulled out the trump card. "I am Mr. Sheen."

His eyes lit up as he extended his hand. "Happy Birthday Mr. Sheen. Your party is on the 52 floor. Go outside to the left beyond the ropes."

I smiled at Danielle as we entered the elevator. "We are living large." A talisman for the near future. Boy was I underestimating things.

"Out the door, line on the left, One Cross each" My apologies, couldn't resist.

Out the door, to the rooftop and onto a private balcony. Our private drink service, beautiful women and beautiful views. My boys did well be me. It was an experience I will never forget.....Though I did forget that girls name. She had it written across her shorts, but I think she was missing a letter. Too many beers and too much fun. Wish you were there. The night faded, and somehow we got back to the hotel. I think we cab line jumped with Dennis and Lori, but it is a blurr.

There was talk of Al on a giant beer can, but It is lost on me.

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Saturday involved exactly what you would think it did. A little Circo for dinner, Danny Ganns for entertainment, then TI for losing Pai Gow and drinks. We saw two friends head to the airport in Dennis and Lori. Danielle got lost for a while, but I found her. Some weird guy was dancing in the bar and that irritated me. Jackie was still partying like a boxcar. Al ended up playing Craps until 5am. All was right with the world.

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Sunday was exactly more of the same - again, but a little slower. Watching a jag race at the book seemed like a normal occurance. The sun was hotter than the Devil's oven when were at the pool. Later, sitting next to NASCAR mama was an experience as the beers continued to flow. Some #20 hating jag almost got punched in the mouth. Darren lost at baseball.

Dinner was at the Burger Bra....Very good, but a bit pricey. Things were calming down. We saw two more friends leave in Darren and Jackie. Then some tame Pai Gow with Neil, Stacey and Sean. JP got "kicked in the nuts", in case you didn't hear him say it. Some dude was betting $1500 a hand right next to JP and lost $6K in four hands. I think he wanted to kick JP in the nuts ;>

JP then changed chairs because the bonus was hitting on the new one. But he didn't play the bonus. Go figure. Neil won 4 Bonus hands in a row, then decided not to bet it. It hit again. Some of our decisions are strange at 2am. Night had fallen. Bed ensued.

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Sunday Morning. Pack the bags, get a cab, arrive at the airport. Check bags, get on the tram. Goodbye Mr. Lizard. to the gate and away we went. A great time! I will remember it for the rest of my days. I wish to thank my friends who could attend and made things happen. I appreciate all you did.

- We Just Got Here