Las Vegas Hates Me and Back Tracking.
Trip Start Nov 10, 2009
46Trip End Dec 18, 2009
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I roll into town and drive up and down the strip. Guess what It's Saturday night and Metallica is in town. Whorishness punctuated by blackness and silver abound. And the Raiders are awful this year.
I literally drive around for an hour debating hotel options. The lights off this city are amazing. I drive around and around and end up by accident at the Comfort Inn. Patel is having problems and checking me in becomes a 20 minute affair which at this point seems more perverse than irritating or funny for that matter.
I get to my room at 2 and crash knowing I'll be out of there in a few short hours
I get up and exit the Comfort Inn and zip down with the Bellagio on my mind and then all hell breaks loose. It see lots of Kerri Wojciechowski's all around this place. Why you ask. Well Kerri and largely Kelley Brunssen are my Hegelian forms of marathon runners. They are everywhere in Las Vegas which can only mean that they are running the Las Vegas Marathon right down the strip this morning. This is impeding my betting progress. I can't get to the Bellagio in time to bet on the East Coast 1:00 pm games. I get to the MGM Grand and place a huge bet on the Chargers over the Browns. They are laying 13.5 but, we're talking Cleveland here. Then I scoot to the Bellagio and have a nice Bacon, Egg and Cheese Bagel before checking out their sports book. It is too busy for me. Just people upon people and the TV sight-lines are less than stellar. I place a bet on the Vikings laying 3.5 vs. the Cardinals. I'm checking in with my people who know how to bet and am feeling good about these things. Visions of dough dancing in my mind.
I sour on the Bellagio and head to Caesars. What a great place. I've been before and I love the open lay-out the bars within bars where you can sit with a group of say 20 people and cheer on your games.
I park myself on an Island bar outside Bobby Flay's Mesa grill and begin to root
At this point the Patriots are falling apart and I hate to say it but, they just look like a very average football team. Nothing in them inspires confidence but, they do make me hungry so I go to Bobby Flay's Mesa Grill and get a New Mexican Spiced Tenderloin Sandwich. It is intentionally served cold and it was wonderful. The fries were Cajun spiced and required dipping in Ketchup because they were so hot
I'm growing tired now. The lack of sleep and the walking through Vegas and I decide to find a place to sleep. I go to the Motel Super 8 on Koval. It is the largest Super 8 in the world and has some 1950's colors adorning the interior kind of like those places on the Jersey Shore. My room is just fine but, an old man has another room and is unhappy and the part I remember is that he tells the front desk there is nothing they can do to make it better and I wonder why he just doesn't leave the place rather than giving the staff no recourse to try and make him happy but, that's just me. I'm not going to get crazy over a rented place over my head for one night.
I watch haplessly as my 1st bet dies in the last 7 minutes of the game and then a few hours later Kurt Warner decides to play and crush my hopes of being Phoenix-like in Vegas. I fall out and go to sleep. You can't win if you don't play.
I consoled myself with yet another trip to In-N-Out Burger. I think I have a problem.