Kevin — September 15, 2009, 10:10 pm

Back from Vegas, first things first

Ok! Back from (another) Vegas trip. The last time I went was for Clint’s bachelor party (we call it a “stag” in Canada, but American’s don’t, so I’ll just call it a “bachelor party”.

As usual, myself – and most of the other boys – shot video during our trip (we’re far too vain to abide by the “no cameras at a stag” rule). It’s taken me over a year (yeah, I know, I’ve been busy) but before I start gabbing about THIS trip, I should probably catch up a little on the last one.

Here’s the “opening segment” of Clint’s stag. The rest will come later. Probably in 2012.

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Click the picture to open a quicktime movie!
TURN UP YOUR SOUND!

Anyhow, Vegas. V-E-G-A-S.

This was an interesting trip; I’ve been yakking to a few of my co-workers for a while about how fantastic Vegas is. I really never stop talking about Vegas (ever) so I guess after a year and a half they just decided that the only way to get me to stop talking about it would be to go. So I escorted a small group of co-workers to the city of Sin and showed them how to lose money how to have a great time.

Anyhow, before we get into “how did the trip go”, here’s a couple of random photos.

1: I live in the greatest city in the world. Outside my door, within a 4 minute walk in any direction, are literally HUNDREDS of restaurants. Within about 90 seconds of leaving my front door I can be chatting with a lovely man who has at his disposal a large assortment of ingredients and a fully equipped kitchen who will make me whatever the hell I want 24 hours a day.

This is the bottle of dish soap in my kitchen. I think I bought it about a year ago.

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2: This is what is what was cooking on my stove tonight – the day after returning from Vegas:

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If you do some mental math you can figure out that the amount of soap used during the past 12 months divided by the total amount of pots and pans that could be washed using said soap nets out to a pretty low “dish to soap” ratio.

That is to say, I do not cook at home. In fact, today, when returning from the grocery store with my bottle of ragu and my bag of pre-cut veggies (you didn’t think I cut those MYSELF, did you?!) I said to myself “wait, I have a frying pan, right? I think I do. Where the hell is it?” (it was under the sink, sitting under a roach trap).

Anyhow. I am eating spaghetti tonight. And I will eat it tomorrow as well. And, I imagine, for the next two weeks.

Stupid, stupid Vegas. Why do I love you so? You beat me senseless and knock out my teeth. Then, when I’m laying there bleeding and stunned, you buy me a watered down cocktail, pat me on the shoulder and say “gimmie a hug big guy, I’m sure you’ll do better next time”.

Anyhow.

Couple of fun photos.

Here’s the “in room recharge station”. NOTE: The Hard Rock hotel doesn’t allow outside alcohol. THE HARD ROCK HOTEL, in LAS VEGAS, won’t let you bring in a bottle of booze to your room where you, presumably, come to party like a ROCK STAR. You know, since it’s THE FREAKIN’ HARD ROCK HOTEL. So if you go to the Hard Rock (and I suggest you don’t) you need to go shopping with a backpack and when security asks what’s in the bag on the way to your room you lie.

You need a station like this – it makes heading down to the casino to lose your money easier. Having energy shots and red bull on standby is a good thing!

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Here’s an iphone shot of the view from one of the rooftop bars at the Palms. This is Ghostbar. GREAT view!

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The lions at the MGM had babies (I assume) and the cubs were on display! Adorable! When they were awake you could get a photo holding one for 25 dollars. I didn’t get a photo. Primarily because I didn’t have 25 dollars left by the time I took this photo.

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(man, I can literally HEAR my mom cringing at these write-ups as I type them! “You damned fool, why do you keep going to that stupid city!! Sorry Mom. It won’t happen again. For a couple months, anyhow).

Quick trip to Venice to enjoy a giant margarita.

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The Volcano at the Mirage never fails to amaze!

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Poolside Mai-Tai.

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MY pool. For ME. At the MGM Grand.

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That’s it for now. I’m not sure if my co-workers are as un-private (is that a word?) as I am so I’m not going to post any of their photos, but a good time was had by all, and I’m sure I’ll be back soon.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some spare change to put into rolls.

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  1. Comment by Adri @ September 16, 2009, 1:08 am

    I would never stay at the Hard Rock Hotel regardless of their INSANE rule of outside alcohol. I’m in serious love with Planet Hollywood because it’s cheap, centrally located on the strip and is good at scaring off the old people from their slot machines with their rock & roll music in the casino… Viva Las Vegas!

  2. Comment by corsiworld @ October 25, 2009, 6:27 am

    I miss Vegas, it’s at least a year until the MASSIVE Vegas-style Casino opens up here is Singapore.

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