Dafuq. What is it with these goddamn wodka Red Bulls? I went to sleep feeling drunk but overall perfectly fine. We are three friggin’ hours down the road and I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. Twice. I can hardly think about how bad I feel due the incredible headache. I instapop a handful of Ibuprofens and lay down on my bed, not moving an inch, waiting to feel a little better.
Around 11:30 I hear Fratie - who made his way into the bed somehow - make a noise that sounds like a bear roaring. He gets out of bed wearing nothing but his boxers. Fratie grabs his orange sunglasses, puts them on, screams he needs water and storms out of the room. This scene is hilarious obviously but I’m feeling so sick I can hardly laugh at the ritual.
For some reason I agree to meet Hugo at 13:00. I wanted to go Downtown today and visit the outlet centre for some shopping and some more Downtown exploring. I shower for at least 30 minutes and manage to get dressed but I just can’t go downstairs. I sit at my bedside wondering how I can possibly help this grueling feeling pass and text Hugo I can’t make it. Simply feeling too ****ed up. I try to puke in order to feel better but I can’t even get that going today. I crawl back into bed not even taking off my shoes. Watching a sports program about ridicules statistics helps me fall asleep again rather quickly.
I wake up at 14:30 feeling about 150 times better than 1,5 hour ago. I’m pretty sure I would have taken a sick day feeling like this back home but compared to how felt this morning I feel pretty much reborn. I jump out of bed and storm towards O’Shea’s Subway for my first foot long of this trip. I can’t reach anyone on their mobile’s so I decide to go on my own Vegas farewell tour. We’re flying out of Vegas tomorrow morning at 9AM so this our last day in Paradise.
I had several things on my ‘to do list’ before the trip such as pulling an all-nighter (at least 12 hours) at the poker table, bottle service in a club, win moniez, play poker at every casino on the Strip I hadn’t played at yet and collect chips of all the Casino’s I’ve played at. I guess having done exactly zero of these things is a good thing. I’ve had an absolute blast this past week and Vegas somehow seems to become smaller on every trip. I hardly mind.
Now, I definitely want to play a WSOP event some day but walking across The Strip this April fourth I can only imagine how intense the solar flares must be in June. It’s blazing hot today and I want chips of all the Casino I’ve played at so far which means I have to walk up to Circus Circus. We stayed here during our 2009 trip but I didn’t bother to grab an ugly 1$ chip back then. I’m usually not much of a collector but I recently realized that I have chips of every casino’s I’ve played at – not just Vegas - except for Circus Circus, Caesars & Excalibur. This annoyed me so I’m not letting the opportunity to fix this slip by.
The heat is to much for my used to ten months of rain per year body so I dive into The Venetian. First stop is the San Marco Square. I love this surrealistic spot and I haven’t visited it yet this trip. After I wonder trough Pallazo and Wynn I’m forced to go outside again. I forgot how far the walk towards Circus Circus is. We stayed here in January of 2009 and it was a lovely 70 degrees back then which apparently made the walk way more comfortable back than.
I feel like a bum walking towards the cashier asking for a $ 1,- chip but what do I care? I’m on the other side of the planet by this time tomorrow and I don’t know anyone here. I see they replaced the ugly chip for a decent looking one and they ‘pimped’ the poker room as well. The rest of the casino still smells like wet dogs obv. I buy a bottle of cold water and head for Treasure Island. I seriously wanted to walk towards Excalibur when I started this farewell tour but that’s out of the question in this heat. After I score my chip at Caesars I head back to IP. I tell myself not having an Excalibur chip isn’t that bad because I only played at the electronics tables there in 2009 and that’s not real live pokers anyway.
The reason we visited this April is because we wanted to see a pool in Vegas for a change. Especially Peltinho had big pool plans about plastic tits and ice cold beers. No surprise really that I don’t even know where the damn pool is in IP on the last day of this trip. It 17:30 when I suggest a quick swim to Fratie. Fratie is game so we jump into our swim shorts and locate the pool. The pool isn’t as bad as you expect from IP perhaps but standing on the side op the pool I can’t see the bottom because the water is kinda grey. Oh well.
The first thing I packed for this trip – besides Clubbin’shoes and matching socks – was a ball to throw around the pool. Fratie tries to head the ball back to me on the first throw but manages to hit the ball with his eye socket creating a vacuum sucking sound and screams in anguish that nearly make me piss in this already suspicious water. Good times. We pretty much hit everyone in the pool area with our ball until the pool closes at six.
Back in our room we spot another Family Guy marathon is running so Fratie dives in to bed right away. On my walk across The Strip today I noticed the Outback Steakhouse is located above Casino Royale and I’ve read good stuff about this joint in the Casual Dining tread. I head over there to check out the menu and make reservations for the nine of us for 9 o’clock. Back in IP I buy drinks & Doritos and join Fratie on his Family Guy marathon. After a couple of episodes I look to my right expecting to see Fratie watching Family Guy. Instead I see this:
Fratie looks kinda sad so I ask what’s wrong. Fratie tells me he feels like dancing. Whut? Fratie jumps out of bed, grabs some speakers out of his suitcase and puts on the Billy Idol song “Dancing with myself” and basically starts dancing with himself. I film the ritual because, well, this footage needs to be saved for our offspring to see.
Our table isn’t ready when we arrive at Outback so we head down and engage in some gambling until our light button starts flickering. Baars manages to get the big wheel spinning at least five times in ten minutes but can’t onetimer the machine. It takes all eight of us to pull Baars away from the machine when our table is ready.
We are an easy group. The waiter suggest the Prime Centre Cut Filet so after little deliberation eight of us order the Filet. Hugo takes his usual 20 minutes to study the menu and then orders the Prime Centre Cut Filet. Obviously. We can be very straightforward about the dinner. It was ****ing fantastic. Probably the best steak I’ve ever head. The onion sticks and Caesar Salad where great as well but the filet was just epic. All this and about two liters of soda for a measly ~ 50 bucks each. Absolute bargain.
We are back at IP around 23:30 and I’m a little surprised to find out everybody is planning to go to bed. We have to get up at 6 AM tomorrow but going to bed now in order to be awake in the US Scareways plane doesn’t make any sense to me. Baars isn’t planning on going to bed either. Baars plans a long night of blackjack apparently because he’s wondering if he can use the ATM again after 0:00 if he uses his max one time per day visit before that time. Lol.
I decide to go and play some poker but not after I catch one more episode of “Duh Mat Roulette”. We used to have a striker at our local soccer club - who sucked by the way - that had the nickname “Duh Mat”. Iebus was his only fan and ever since Iebus bets on his jersey number 14. Despite the fact that it nearly bankrupted Iebus several times, his faith in “Duh Mat Roulette” remains. “Duh Mat Roulette” caused Iebus to make the walk of shame on pretty much every day of this trip and even on the very first evening but not tonight. Miracles happen. The 14 hits three times in 10 spins.
After everyone is of to bed I hit the Strip. A quick look in my wallet humbles me enough to stop at Bills instead of Bellagio. I plan on winning big, heading towards Bellagio and being in Bobby’s Room by the time the boys are flying out of here tomorrow morning. Obviously that doesn’t happen and I find myself falling asleep at Bills 0.50/1 game around 04:30. The night at Bills was great though. I got exactly what one would expect from a night in this **** hole; drunken trailer trash at my table, 85 year old dealers, hookers all around and a couple of generations of inbreeding going toe to toe.
Some hooker shoots me a kiss as she passes the poker room, causing some laughter at the table. The exact same thing happens again about 30 minutes later causing all the guys at my table to go ballistic about how popular I am. I’m a lot less enthusiastic really. This basically means I must look like a guy that doesn’t get laid much and is desperate for some action.
Around 3AM a fight breaks out at the roulette table. Some dude who looks like Marilyn Manson gets mixed up in brawl causing us to bet how fast this freak will be bleeding on the floor. It takes the security guys at least 15 minutes to end the show. The hole family is involved, even grandma is hitting someone with her purse. We don’t play a single hand during the entire show.
I can hardly keep my eyes open around 04:30 and walk back to IP taking one last look at all the lovely views I won’t be seeing for a while. It takes me ten minutes to set the alarm clock due to time differences before I start my powernap.
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