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Thursday, May 27

Viva Las Vegas

After numerous delays, Time Warner Cable finally got around to fixing our damn Internet. Thus, I can now give my Vegas report:

The impetus for the trip was Fran Scott's wedding (sister to Virginia, daughter to Catherine). Gambling, hanging out with the aforementioned, as well as Murphy and Riekert provided any necessary additional incentive. We stayed at the beautiful JW Marriott Las Vegas Resort. I don't think that I've ever slept on a more comfortable bed; however, sleep was in short supply because we had so much to do in so little time.

The reception was lovely, although owing to my work schedule I wasn't able to get there until right after the bride and groom had departed. Still, that didn't stop the fun. There was some dorky white-people dancing and phenomenal karaoke: Murphy with a stirring rendition of Barry White's "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe" and Joseph doing Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On".

Then we hit the casino. I started at the $5 blackjack table. Quickly, I went up $15 before losing $40. Then because Murphy was winning big, he gave me $25 in chips, which I immediately lost at three-card poker. Tired of hemmoraging money, I moved to the video poker at just 4¢ per deal - and lost another $2. Finally, at 4 am Vegas time, after waking at 6:30 Houston time, I slumped off to bed.

Day 2 began at the pool. I suppose it is because so many people come up from Southern California, but I have never seen so many fake breasts in one location. It was fascinating. I burned, but only slightly.

Then it was off to the shows. Without tickets, Virginia and I made our way to a taping of Last Call with Carson Daly. Before you give me crap for seeing Daly, let me say that I was only there to see comedian Dane Cook and sex-kitten Brooke Burke, who is hotter in real life. Daly's dancers, especially the stunning blonde, are nice, too.

From the standby area, Virginia's good looks quickly got us seated up front. As the music blasted before the show, we exchanged Carson Daly jokes, like Jimmy Fallon's "Hi, I'm Carson Daly, and I'm a massive tool." Well, thankfully the music was loud. Because we were sitting right next to Daly's mom and dad. We ended up talking with Mrs. Daly, who is a lovely person.

Dane Cook was awesome. The performance he did should be on his Website in a couple weeks.

Not having laughed enough, we went to Mandalay Bay to see Dave Chappelle doing standup. He was great, but even dirtier than I expected. He reminded me of early Eddie Murphy.

After the show, two girls almost got into a fight. A couple of douche bag guys tried to take control of the situation. A crowd gathered, junior high style, as people were climbing up on stools to watch. Then one of the guys threw a punch and tried to run for it.

What kind of moron thinks he can hide in one of Las Vegas's biggest casinos?

I thought on Sunday I would be bored because everybody's flights left so much earlier than mine. But then Murph missed his plane. We worked the "we're just dumb guys who overslept" routine and were able to get back our rental car. So we made our way to the strip.

Now, last time was great. So expectations were high. But the Sunday Brunch at Paris sucked! I'm not exaggerating when I say I had to pinch a loaf 5 times before heading to the airport at 6 - and I fear public restrooms.

Anyway, that's how it was. Sorry for the long post. I hope at least the Carson Daly anecdote was alright.


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