Vegas Day Two

Friday started out well, coffee and a long walk to Bellagio to see the flowers in the lobby. That was way too long of a walk and the stairs? Come on, they need those power ramps everywhere. Caesar's Palace is like as big as Newton. On the way back, I needed a little refreshment so Sharon and I stopped at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. Who cares if it was 10:30 am, I'm on vacation.

Little did I know this would be the outpost for much of the weekend. Sharon went shopping and I returned to... well. Margaritaville with Ty. Demon and Savold would meet up with us... and we spent way to long there. Good margaritas.

There was a big rodeo in town for the weekend. Everywhere we looked there were cowboys. Boots, hats, huge belt buckles. And their shirts - they looked like big Kev's gi - all patched up with sponsors and what not. And they were popular guys too. At Margaritaville, there were some wasted chicks doing push ups for the cowboys during lunch falling out of their clothes. These cowboys were about 50 and pessadissimo and the girls well they were... uh... I might have seem at the high school I work at. Oh boy Vegas.

We finally exited our tall stools and met up for the weigh-in and headed over to the Palms which is off the main strip. The Palms is the home to the only official Playboy club in the whole world but more on that later. The weigh-ins were cool. Paul told me they took like 4 hours but in actuality only took like 20 minutes. We saw Matt Hughes and Joe Rogan and many of the other fighters. Kenny Florian came over and said hello and was super cool taking pictures with many of our crew. We saw Jeff Goldberg, the announcer, who is jacked by the way. Medina would be jealous and probably still talking about him.

We had some time to kill before dinner so we hit the tables. Despite playing for a very charitable cause, Tyler and I both lost forty bucks. Sorry Joel, the poker gods were not smiling down upon you. Pete K on the other hand was killing. Every other hand I was yelling "Yeah Pete!" But then Min(g?) came back and we all got up. We were tired of being yelled at.

We had dinner with Paul at a place called Arivia, or something like that, at the Gold Coast casino across from the Palm's. Not bad, but not good either. Think Olive Garden without all the bacon flavoredness. Ariviria - sounds like a drug for people who can't get where they are going or something.

Anyway my night stops here. Nature was calling and I needed to head back to TI for a nap. I fully was intending to go out again but wrestling was on and I crashed. The other guys may or may not have gone to about three clubs (hey-zeus! pick one already), some of the others may or may not have had their Cirque Du Soleil dreams shattered (watch out - Phil will pull your man cards if he finds out), still others may or may not have spent one dollar at the Spearmint Rhino to check their hoodie and yet still others may or may not have spent a whole lot more there...

...but this is all hearsay and not admissable in a court of law.

More on the greatest TUF finale ever tomorrow.