"Hey man, I can't go to Vegas." That's how my Friday started as I was doing about 50lbs of laundry. So I think to myself, who can go to Vegas on 5 hours notice? My brother. Nope. He is at Jay Peak. "It's epic up here man and I can't get to Logan in 4 hours." The demon. "I'll call you back in half an hour." Phone rings five minutes later. The demon is in. Lesson: Dmitry can to go Vegas on 3 hours notice for a weekend. Aaah, the life of a hitman.
Get to the airport on the good old T. Only 2$. There's Savold outside security eating a donut with Dmitry. Not only can he go to Vegas on short notice, he beats me to the airport. Nice start Savold. A donut? Really? "They won't let me past security with it." Sharon has to throw out her Bliss spa cream. She is pissed. The storm only lasts a ten minutes or so and we are at the bar with my main man Tyler. I guess I can learn to like UFO, way better than bud.
Direct 5 hour flight. What is this movie? Unaccompanied Minors (sounds like a porno). Pete has the best line here: "They should show nothing but the Ocean's 11 movies and Casino Royale" on the way to Vegas. We arrive on time. A few of us meet up for sushi at the Social House at the hotel. Unbelievable yellow tail-jalapeno and kobi mini-burgers. The dessert too. Oh man. Ice cream with fried corn that tastes like Corn Pops...anyway you had to be there.
Treasure Island is a decent hotel. The beds were super comfortable but the check-in procedure sucks. You reserve a room, but you get the last rooms if you check in at the end of the night. So our rooms were smoking and we had two beds instead of one for my wife and I. Not ideal and probably the last time at TI. The place overall is a little seedy and the free pirate show was dark. I gotta lot of votes for Caesar's Palace, Mandalay Bay and other hotels for next year, but they had Krispy Kremes so I was relatively happy.
Friday coming soon...
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