I HAD A SWINGIN' TIME
LAS VEGAS -- Sorry for the lack of posts this week. I've been... oh, you know what? I'm not sorry. I'm in Vegas.
Now, I'm not the kind of guy that's a huge fan of Vegas. I'm just not that big a gambler. (I'm up $150, but still. Not that big a gambler.) However, I'm not going to lie to you: Yesterday I got up, had a massage at the MGM Grand, had lunch at Emeril's, sat by the pool at the MGM and drank margaritas, then went to dinner at Bouchon at the Venetian.
Not a bad day.
But today was even better. Got up. Had breakfast at the Mandalay Bay. Then we spent the day in a private poolside cabana at Mandalay Beach. Not gonna lie: Awesome.
I TERRORIZE SOME WOMAN: So I'm in the elevator in the New York New York and my mind is elsewhere. The elevator stops at the twenty-second floor and I get off along with another woman. I'm behind this woman as we're walking down the hall and she starts to speed up, darts into a room and slams the door. I think, "Psy-cho!"
Then I realize that my room is on the twenty-FOURTH floor and I got off the elevator at the wrong stop. The poor woman had little other explanation for my behavior other than that I was a serial killer intent on stealing her winnings from the craps table.
OTHER STORIES: There are other anecdotes to be told, but as I've said before, this is a Family Blog. So we will not go into them. Plus: Happens. Stays.
Now, I'm not the kind of guy that's a huge fan of Vegas. I'm just not that big a gambler. (I'm up $150, but still. Not that big a gambler.) However, I'm not going to lie to you: Yesterday I got up, had a massage at the MGM Grand, had lunch at Emeril's, sat by the pool at the MGM and drank margaritas, then went to dinner at Bouchon at the Venetian.
Not a bad day.
But today was even better. Got up. Had breakfast at the Mandalay Bay. Then we spent the day in a private poolside cabana at Mandalay Beach. Not gonna lie: Awesome.
I TERRORIZE SOME WOMAN: So I'm in the elevator in the New York New York and my mind is elsewhere. The elevator stops at the twenty-second floor and I get off along with another woman. I'm behind this woman as we're walking down the hall and she starts to speed up, darts into a room and slams the door. I think, "Psy-cho!"
Then I realize that my room is on the twenty-FOURTH floor and I got off the elevator at the wrong stop. The poor woman had little other explanation for my behavior other than that I was a serial killer intent on stealing her winnings from the craps table.
OTHER STORIES: There are other anecdotes to be told, but as I've said before, this is a Family Blog. So we will not go into them. Plus: Happens. Stays.
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