Vegas Day Three

So my Saturday starts by smuggling Krispy Kreme donuts from the newstand into the coffee shop. I am eating them from under the table while waiting for my coffee. What is wrong with me? Which of the seven deadly sins is gluttony again? 4th or 5th? And then I pile on a bananas foster waffle on top. My insulin levels are dangerously high. Still.

"So that's what I would look like if I was a girl?" Oh leave it alone John. John then proceeded to teach me how to play craps which is really fun when the table is going and you don't have to lose that much to play for a long time, but John does anyway. But then gets it back. But then loses it later.

The following was sent via text at 11:14 am to Demon, Savold, Pete and R.M. Of course, Tyler was already with me.

- Margaritaville roofdeck-
- I just did my first shot -

Of course things would degenerate from there. Kind of a cloudy day in Vegas about 50 degrees or so and they had the heaters cranking on the roofdeck of Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville (the next trip will be sponsored by them btw). A little Dave Matthews, a little Jimmy Buffett... I never listen to this stuff. It sounded pretty good then.

Last nights events were reviewed and laughed at. Some of the guys were given like $120 by a cab driver to get them in to one of the places and they didn't have to pay him back or something and he said that he trusted them and they went in and... None of this story makes sense, but the hoodie story ties in from yesterday. Ask the guys about it. Maybe it was the liquid lunch.

So we met over at the Palms for the show. Joel placed a little wager for me on Paul. He was getting good odds. We had to get over there early because Paul was fighting first (3pm). The Pearl at the Palms is the place to see a show. It maybe seats 3k people? We had last row tickets and we were still looking directly into the octagon. Tyler was buying beer and shots so...(my preface? excuse for being an ass?)

Paul came out first and stood with Goulet. His stand up looked much improved. He clinched with Goulet and got taken down but managed to pull half guard and then get up. He then rocked Goulet with a straight punch and followed up for the kill but kind of fell into a double that put Paul down while Goulet was recovering. Goulet then passed and mounted. Paul gave up his back to avoid the mount but was choked in the process. He didn't tap and went out. It was a good effort and Paul can say he never tapped out in the Octagon if he is, in fact, done with the UFC. I may or may not have yelled "You're going no where Goulet!" at the end of the fight as loud as I could which was classless and mean spirited even though it is probably true. Maybe he can get on TUF Canada or something like that... but that hair? C'mon.

The rest of the fights were awesome. When War Machine bump swept J-Rock, the entire place went nuts. What a fight! The final fight was all fury as well. I thought Guida had it but technique and heart paid off for Huerta. We were about 5 rows back for that fight. We moved. The place was kind of empty.

Afterwards, it was chow time. We hit the buffet and they had all you can eat crab legs so I ate all I could - crablegs and thats it, well maybe some dessert. Ex-Boston BJJ student and UFC hopeful (I guess they told him he has the look at the the Xtreme Couture training center), Adam Schneider, joined us for dinner. He left after dinner to go home and let the dog out!? (Whatever. I have heard it called weirder things.) We all had a mean case of the giggles and I was offering obscene amounts of money for cheap shots but... you'll have to ask someone about that.

We met Paul at the food court after dinner and made our way up to the Playboy club where we may or may not have drank War Machine's vodka. Ahh the Playboy Club. I think Ferris Bueller said best: It is so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend...

Okay we did drink War Machine's booze, which is messed up because he fought his ass off, but so did Rude Boy and Hightower and a bunch of the other guys. I left early because I was tired from the 12 hour festivities and I had to meet the girls over at the Wynn. Lame, but I did see some middle eastern kids younger than me playing 1000$ hands at black jack table. Yowza!

Back at TI I teach Sharon's friend how to play blackjack at about 1:30am or so. She sits down at an empty table, starts to play, no lie, in five minutes the table is full of guys and she is winning. Or at least not losing enough to have to get up so I leave her there. The temptation is too much. I have to play so I sit down at the next table and win 40$ so I leave on a winning streak. Cool. She is still playing and making all sorts of friends. So Sharon and I leave her there.

We find out the next day she played until like 4am only losing about 60$. When she is done, two of the guys that stayed are like - what are we going to do next? Let's go to the fountains at Bellagio! She says I am going to go up to my room and go to the bathroom. She goes up and never comes down. I wonder if those dudes are still waiting for her.

We crash. Am I getting to old for this? NEVER!

Tomorrow. Check out.