I make it out every three months or so - I know many people go much more often - but I always get so excited right before I leave every time. Whoo hoo! Two nights of poker at the mirage and late night blackjack. And who knows? Maybe I’ll get to stand next to a real-live hooker at a craps table and chat like I did last time… Or maybe I’ll get in an argument with another moron in a wheelchair at a poker table! That’s the beauty of Vegas, baby, you can have whatever fun you want… Make your own fun.
I will admit though, that the last time I was there I got a lot of entertainment from watching the dopey Nascar legions maneuver their way through the casinos and live up to all of Jim Rome’s stereotypes. That was fun. They won’t be there this time though…
Anybody got any bets they want me to make?
Whoo-hoo!