Vegas Moments: Misc

I'm running out of steam with recounting the Vegas trip, so just a few more random highlights:

* teaching a midwestern, pai gow playing housewife the meaning of "beeyatch".
* 9am phone calls from the Geisha Bar on Friday morning. Many, many people not in attendance felt the combined wrath of The Rooster and 130 Pounds of Fury that day. One of them was so intimidated he immediately purchased a ticket on the next flight to Vegas. Hear that, ladies?
* The Dinner. Many of you have heard about it; I present now, for the first time, the blurry photo of the final damage (WITHOUT tip). Jokes were immediately made about how we were all stuck a buy-in without even playing any cards. For what it's worth, the food was excellent and the company was exquisite. I definitely enjoyed the meal.
* All-you-can-eat sushi at Sushi Mon. Way, way, waaaaaaay off the strip, but worth the trip. Two words: cajun albacore. Mmmmmm.
* Playing The Rooster's stack in the 2/4 HORSE game for an hour. First hand, Omaha/8, I'm in the BB with 255J and flop a wheel. Somehow, I dodge all the higher straights, flushes and full houses all the way to the river and scoop the pot. Sweet! Poker is easy.
* Discussing the concept of $100 jeans with Change100.
* Paigow with Grubette. Paigow with Garth. Paigow with Joe Speaker. Paigow with Pauly. Hell, paigow by myself at 11am on Monday morning after I managed to frighten the two other players at the table into leaving by shouting "PAIGOW!!!" every time the dealer hit a paigow. At one point, she hit 8 paigows in 30 minutes. Sweet! Paigow is easy.
* Sportsbook Sunday. More specifically, quiet conversations with Iggy that were ultimately interrupted by The Sex Symposium. I had never considered that jalapeno peppers have uses outside of the kitchen.
* On a more personal note, making my first sports bet ever (Saints +7.5). The Saints go on to crush the Romosexuals and the Boys. Sweet! Sports betting is easy. Of coures, I immediately regret not betting the money line.
* The phone call I made to YankeeHater laaaaate Sunday night: "It's 3:30am. I am staring right now at Falstaff, who is sitting in the IP Poker Room playing in a 2/4 limit BTO game with Dutch Boyd."
* Winding things down on Monday with: BG at the Teahouse, and Pauly, Derek, and Change100 at Outback (bloomin' onion for the table, natch), before running into Dawn "Stuck $1700" Summers and Dutch Boyd's New Best Friend, Karol.
*** EDITED TO ADD: * Hailing a cab on the Strip at 6am Sunday morning after emerging from the IP to see a line at the cab stand a mile and half long. The cab started to pull away, with back door still open, as I was putting my left foot into it. Strangely, this is not the first time in my life that I have had to make the decision of whether or not to jump into a moving cab.

Apparently, the life lessons that I've learned in 12 years have taught me that jumping in a moving cab is bad. *** END EDIT

This is by no means a comprehensive list. It's just what I can recall off the top of my head right now, over a week later. I know I was a bit down on this trip before it happened; maybe I'll address that another time. For now, all I'll say is DAMN it was fun to slough off all my responsibilities for 4 days and once again pick up the mantle of 'Degenerate' with many of the fine, fine friends I've made over the last 2+ years. Thanks to April for making it happen at all, but thanks to many of my friends for making it memorable.