Reminiscing on Vegas - Oh What a Weekend!

When I first started this silly little thing known as a "blog," I promised "more photos and stories would be coming soon." Well, I'm finally getting around to it here mostly because I got the adapter for my digital camera and I can share some photos. Luckily, this trip was very well documented, so I had plenty of photos and video to choose from. Enjoy.

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Let's start with this photo. My brothers and I love buffets, and Vegas is full of them. The morning of my birthday I went for about the "7 plate challenge," and really wolfed it down like a champ. I also like this photo because "Admiral Ass," looks like a Savage, Wild-Eyed Ass Pounder. What's with that look? I'm holding a prize my brother Andy won for me at the blackjack table.



Circus Circus has a 5 acre indoor "Adventuredome," which has a rollercoaster, water ride, mini-golf, etc. It's a little overwhelming, but a whole lot of fun as well. I like the photo above because my legs look skinny as hell (according to Joel). How did that happen? Must be an optical illusion. The photo below speaks for itself. This is mini-golf at it's finest.



So, now onto my birthday evening. Pete and Andy set up a fun little party for me in their room. I got presents from my brothers, Mom, Peter A., etc. Now the funniest thing about this party was the speed in which everyone got loaded. I was like an alocholic porsche when it came to the bottle of Wild Turkey:





We then burst out of the room screaming. I stomped down the hall, yelling at the top of my lungs, "it's my fucking birthday! It's my fucking birthday!" CJ was banging like hell on the doors and walls. Needless to say, we attracted a little attention of our neighbors, some of them opening their doors to see what the hell was going on.

We took the drunk bus down to the main part of the strip to check out the action. Peter Agoston had been drinking all day, and was already in fine form. Shortly after this photo was taken, he "took a little nap" on the bus.



We wandered in and out of casinos drinking like hell and soaking in the sites. We stopped at a random store where Peter and I both "bought" sunglasses and beers. It was liberating walking the streets with an open container. We somehow decided that riding the rollercoaster at New York, New York would be a good idea. By now my vision was blurry, and just walking around was an amusement park ride in itself. After the ride, I approached a hot dog vendor and said something like, "It's my 30th, I'm drunk and haven't eaten anything, what can I get on the house?" Incredibly, they gave me a couple of dogs at no charge. At this point, I thank god for cameras, as I don't really recall hanging with the M & M's on the street.



The decision was made to head back to The Circus where some of us retired for the evening, and others of us went off to "Treasures" for some "adult entertainment" until about 4 AM. Hardcore gangsta shit.

This final photo was taken at about 4:30 AM at the "West Bar" inside Circus Circus. It served as kind of the "base camp" for our whole trip. At any time you could wander by there and find at least one out of our group of seven chilling and having a drink.



The experience was damn intense, and I wish it could have lasted longer. For me, the most enjoyable part was spending time with friends and family I don't get to hang out with all that often. I want to make it an annual event. Pick a time and a place, round up the posse and get the hell out of dodge for a weekend. Somewhere tropical is sounding good to me in January or February - who's in???