Oy, Vegas. You know what? I had to come to the conclusion that money cannot be just money in Vegas. I had to stop equating it with a numerical value and replace it with an entertainment value. Once, that happened, I started to enjoy losing at roulette tables. I started enjoying all the fun people I'd meet and cheered on their winnings at the tables. And boy, were there some fun peeps out.
First things first, the real reason I was in Vegas was for a marketing conference. I've been to many conferences in my day but this by far, was the most fun and most educational one I've been to, ever. Let me give you a picture: there was an Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile and a mobile tattoo parlour in the conference/meeting room! Hot dogs and tats? Yeah, I think we're going to have some serious fun here.
Other than that, the sessions were very informative and I think I took so much away from it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat tomorrow, if it took place somewhere other than Las Vegas. Oh, how I love Las Vegas but the thing is you have to know when to turn in your chips. A six day stay was way too much.
Of course, I just had to eat my way through that city. There are too many great places not to. Diablos - which if you are ever going, make that a stop on your list. Great Mexican food and a fun atmosphere. If you get there early enough you can sit on the patio facing the Strip. Todai - a great sushi/Japanese buffet located in the Millenium Mile Shops next to Planet Hollywood. Mon Ami Gabi - each and every time I've been to Vegas, I've wanted to try this French bistro in the Paris Hotel & Casino. I have to tell you: BEST EGGS BENEDICT ever. I like a buttery hollandaise sauce and this was it. I also like a crisp muffin under my eggs and this was it. So, check and check. Best benedict found. I was in heaven, chowing that down. The Cheesecake Factory. I know, I know. Don't blame me. I have a mother who likes to know what she's getting into and when it comes to chain restaurants, she gets that. Plus, she loves the Zeus show in front of the Cheesecake Cake Factory, in the Caesar Forum Shops. By this time, while I was eating there, I was so done with Las Vegas, I really didn't care.
The rest of the time, we ate what the conference gave us. I so think that they were trying to make everyone gain weight - two breakfasts that including pastry galore and afternoon breaks of desserts and humungous soft pretzels. The lunches they gave us were alright.
With all that eating, somehow I left Vegas, two pounds lighter. I will tell you, I did walk the entire Strip end to end one night - in a semi drunken stupor (warning: Diablos margaritas are nothing but tequila and a some lime) and I worked out every morning before the conference. I didn’t work out Saturday or Sunday. Saturday, I only ate once, which was at Mon Ami Gabi. The benedict was that large and we ate around noon. It was sufficient for me to go the rest of the day and night on only drinks. Free drinks - you can't pass that up while you are in Sin City.
And the people! Cowboy would be ashamed, but I met all guys and one girl while there. Not on purpose, there were no women at the roulette tables. Seriously. The first night of play - I met two guys from Ohio. We celebrated hard on Obama's win. I know politics is the last thing you should discuss when meeting new people but these guys were so proud of their Ohio and Obama's win. What could I do?
The next night, we ventured to downtown's Golden Nugget where I met a woman who started out with $40 and during the course of play, had to hand over $875 in chips to her buddy so she wasn't forced to lose it. AND the woman had over $200 in stacked chips on the table! I was in pure envy. That shit never happens to me. From that moment on, I only hit tables with $40 in hand. Which was kind of dumb of me because instead of being smart and pulsing out one big lump sum of cash - I ended up taking $40 out each time I hit a table. If you know Vegas, that means I spent way too much on just ATM fees alone. Must be smarter about that in the future.
Our last night in Vegas, we played at Planet Hollywood and this is my favorite casino and just by that, we met my new favorite people. Two brothers fresh from Mexico. Hot and hotter. I'm allowed to say that, right? One brother was married and just had a baby six months ago, so he was playing his new son's birthday for his lucky numbers. And I have to say, being a new dad is kinda hot on men. He was so proud of his new bundle and made sure everyone got a piece of the lucky number. If it weren't for him, I would have been out of the game a long time ago. He had won $1000 on one play, which included the lucky number and since everyone at the table was cheering that number on - he gave us each a cut of it. Now, that's Vegas! We played this one table for three hours, drinking and playing for the bebe. And that was pretty much it for Vegas.
Oh yes, I met my brother's girlfriend. I do not like, at all.
End of story.