I'm back from Vegas, and this time it was a drama-free trip. I was at The Palms, and the hotel is great! I would highly recommend it to everyone going out to Vegas. The pool scene alone was worth it.
Take every hot body from Club H and put them around a decent sized pool with a bar. Add many girls with breast implants and the occasional star and you got The Palms poolside. When I arrived on Friday I saw Gene Simmons. He walked out in a long red shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. His hair was like a bear pelt - it was thick and didn't move very much. But he was very nice to everyone who walked up to gush about his greatness - a solid 20 minutes of him talking to guests at the pool. I took some pictures and was somewhat inclined to walk up and get a picture with him but wimped out.
Next day at the pool - Seth Green walked by, but he was just passing. I don't think many people recognized him. He is very short (5'5) and very skinny.
On Sunday they filmed "Dr. 90210" and were filming 3 girls who I guess were put under the knife and were staying at the resort. A camera crew followed them around and filmed their romp at the pool. They put up a big notice which said, "Please vacate the pool area immediately if you do not want to be filmed for the show Dr. 90210". We stayed and i'm sure that i'm going to be in the background somewhere.
Ok, it wouldn't be a Vegas trip if I didn't have a fun story.
The trip was for Jon's friends from San Diego, most notably Rina, who was turning 30. I didn't know her at all, or any of her friends. I meet Rina and Mary from San Diego, along with Brian from Queens at the airport - we share a taxi to the hotel. Once we arrive we quickly meet Monica, a friend of Rina's.
Monica has her meet & greets - and gets introduced to me. She says "Furey...hey I saw your last name on the email I know someone with that same last name."
My surname is a very ethnic Italian last name that even Italians say is ethnic. Hell, it may not even be Italian - it could be Spanish for all I know. So it's fairly unique, with a smattering of us on the East Coast and some of us in Michigan - at least that is what I find on a Google search.
"That's cool, there are some of us around...", I begin.
"His name was Kevin."
I laugh and think, "Kevin. Are you kidding me?"
"Kevin's my brother.", I reply
"No way!", she says.
"Yea. How do you know him?", I ask.
"We worked together in D.C. about 12 years ago - didn't you come to visit him when you were in college?
As a matter of fact, I did visit him a few times when I was at Villanova. He graduated from Franklin and Marshall in 1992 then immediately moved to D.C. to work for a company there in marketing.
Turns out that Monica and Kevin worked together at that same company and were BFF's long ago. I did meet her once - she went over the details of meeting her at a bar with some of his common friends, and I even drove her car home that night, with my brother and several friends piled in, because I was the LEAST drunk of the group.
We talked about some old times with her and Kevin in D.C. - I told her that he was married and expecting a kid soon and she was happy for him.
Not quite seven degrees of seperation, but still strange:
Jon met me via a roommate search on Hobokeni.
Jon is friends with Rina.
Rina is friends with Monica.
Monica worked with Kevin.
Kevin is my brother.
Aside from the strangeness the vacation was good. Friday night we went to The Hard Rock and gambled and drank a bit. Then went to New York New York and hit Pianos and Coyote Ugly until 3am. Saturday night we went to Hard Rock again - because of a snafu about getting a table at Rain. I thought this was all lined up months ago. I was very disappointed because I don't like clubs to begin with - I was willing to shell out $100 and at least you have your own place to sit and drink rather than stand up in a crowded loud club. Plus with my leg - it's not like I was going to do much dancing anyhow.
After that fell thru on Saturday night, they couldn't get a table anywhere else and did general admission at Body English, the club in Hard Rock. Sadly, I felt sick to my stomach (not alcohol related - could have been something I ate) - and couldn't make it out that night. I felt much better the next day - but I really missed "The Night" that we were all going to party.
Sunday was a bit more tame. We went to The Fix at Bellagio and had a group dinner. Afterwards we gambled and I got to watch a guy play $1,000 per hand of roulette. He would take stacks of $5 and $25 chips and go to town. I saw him win ridiculous amounts of money. But he also lost a lot, too. He was easily down $2,000 after I left and betting with his other $1,000 marker.
As for my gambling, it was ok. I won at 3 card poker as soon as I arrived on Friday - I got a straight flush which paid 40 to 1 on my $10 bet. I gambled some of that away - but got to learn Pai Gow Poker, Craps and Blackjack - but still lost while playing these three games. To top it off, my last night I played 3 card poker and hit a straight flush again. But I ended up losing money, but that straight flush REALLY helped.
I'm off from work this week and I have a few things to do - but mostly relax and poke around Hoboken. I want to get a bar card, go to the driving range, get my license updated from the DMV, see some friends, and try to avoid sleeping in every day.