Two things that kick start a day better than any RockStar/Red Bull/NoS/Triple Cap-Low Fat-Double McTwist.
Yes the Vikings won last night, yes I am happy as a fan and it is with hope that Winfield got the game ball for shutting down Vick in the first half.
But, the fandom of rabidly rooting for the Purple was put away like Favre's noodle several games ago before some supreme being decided that this once proud team in August needed a second helping of humility by popping the bubble and sending a Minnesota style blizzard to Philly with in three weeks.
The football game wasn't the shock and awe and nor did that happen after the lights went out with a couple in their mid-30s going to sleep. That was two nights ago. No, the shocker (also not used) was my wife's annual planning of our Spring Break trip. Since she has worked for a school district ever since I got attached to the short softball player with great legs coming thru her grey St. Cloud State mesh shorts, Spring Break has been the time to take a vacation. Whether its a couple of nights up in Duluth, across the border for an indoor water park at Wisconsin Dells, or the most popular stop: Las Vegas.
While the wife thru out Atlantis in the Bahamas a few times and looking at the price tags that would burn the remainder of my depleted bankroll that "BET MORE" during the WPBT got (yes more WPBT stories to come, sorry but there has been Captain to drink, sledding to do, and kids to unwrap presents with stories about getting 86'd at Sherwood Forest and chopping up the WPBT tourney will need to wait). Aside from winning a PCA ticket like some Hollyweird blondes did (congrats again Change!!) that would be out and set aside for a bucket list or save for a year type thing.
The thought of going did appeal to me especially with the frozen wasteland I'll be gazing into for the next four months, its easy to picture oneself sipping on a Mai Tai while watching bronzed asses bounce by and a symphony of waves crashing live instead on an iTunes playlist. Wife turned her full attention towards going to Vegas of which got an reaction out of me that was nothing short of shock and awe.
I didn't immediately want to go. In fact I actually argued against the idea.
BAD DEGEN BAD!
This last WPBT trip ruined the Vegas experience for me. It was like the best sex with the hottest partner you could ever imagine and then turning to your fleshlight stroker with Anal Queens 15 in the background and just turning over to go to bed. The things I got to do on that trip three weeks ago will never happen again for mostly monetary reasons, but certainly the luck of each scene playing out to its perfection. The dinner, The Crowes (which I have a bottle of Captain waiting this weekend to write it up properly minus embarrassing stories which will remain in the minds of those who attended), The wink of the leftover Asian hooker at 5am (not found at a Steel Panther concert), Betting without concern of losses, The Sunday football games, The flight of a golf ball heading towards Red Rock national park, The WPBT tournament run, The birthday Pai Gow binge, The first class seat, and the perfect mix of degenerates and professionals one could possibly gather.
How do I top that?
Or perhaps how do I not try to top that and enjoy the moment with the love of my life while laying out at the MGM Grand pool with an overpriced mixed drink in hand?
Work (recaps not spreadsheets) and online poker funds acquired via recent
I don't doubt I'll have a great time with the wife, but my hesitation about going back to Vegas was nothing short of eye-opening.
3 comments:
So funny. I started my WPBT post, but it turned into something that could only be described as "I'm so fucking over Vegas."
Which has nothing to do with the WPBT, which remains as awesome as always. Just...just...
I guess I've been to Vegas 100 times. And the lure is gone. Despite all the fun things to do there.
I had a blast at the Winter Gathering. Yet, I kept wishing it was somewhere else.
As someone who has lived here for 2.5 years now, I can honestly say that Vegas blows. There's no doubt about it.
There is no such thing as a bad Vegas vacation.
HINT: Book the Venetian/Palazzo or Aria using the poker room rate. Built in excuse to poker it up 4-6 hours per day.
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