Just getting to Las Vegas was quite the chore. My flight from Chicago was overbooked by like 35 people, so we had to stand around while they offered various “deals” for people to give up seats. My personal favorite was when a flight attendant got on the PA system and said, “We can route several of you through Canada, arriving in Las Vegas by 2 pm tomorrow. Does anyone have their passport with them?” The guys I was standing around with were all, “The fuck?”
I finally got there and got to my “lovely” hotel, Circus Circus, around 1 am…which felt like 4 am. The front desk girl told me I was in room 3008 and then got out a MAP to show me. Turns out I was in the motor lodge BEHIND Circus Circus. She told me to leave the backdoor, turn right, head through the RV Park, and then find building E. My room turned out to be fine (firm bed, good pillows, hot water, good shower pressure) and since I was only going to be sleeping for now about 4 hours, I pretty much just fell into bed. Not before the girl in the room directly across from mine gave me a little show through the window, though. So I didn’t actually go to a strip club, but…close enough.
Motor Lodge E
At 6 am, I got up and got all cute for the day. Hawkeye t-shirt, skirt, cute little shoes. I headed down to the Circus, Circus buffet and got some breakfast. For $10, it wasn’t too shabby. Who am I kidding? As long as there’s bacon, I’m fucking money. After breakfast, I walked down to the Hilton. It was only about an 8 minute walk and it was beautiful out. I got to the Hilton and a very nice bellboy showed me where the sportsbook was, where I promptly got in what I thought was the line for admission. I found out a few minutes later it was actually the line to place bets, so I grabbed a sheet with the odds on it and tried to nonchalantly look like I knew what the fuck I was doing (I love sports, but I do not bet on them.) I decided on my parlay and put a $20 down. I know, I know. WILD CHILD!
Best Sportsbook in Vegas, easily. LOVED IT.
I found a seat at the bar and was promptly flanked by an old man named Charlie and a middle-aged man named Mike. They were both fairly nice, but not particularly funny or interesting, so after a Bloody Mary and a couple beers, I found a table full of dudes that had an empty seat. They said I could sit with them and the rest of the day is pretty much history. The four guys from Atlanta were Quentin, Dave, Jeff and Kevin plus Kevin’s father-in-law from New Jersey, Grandpa Bill. The other two were brothers from Kansas named Mike and Dave. These guys were amazing. We drank all day long, we watched some great games of basketball.
That’s Grandpa Bill in the right corner.
Around 10 pm, we headed to the Wynn for their seafood buffet. We had to extract Jeff from the poker room first, he was up about $3000. Nice for him. The buffet was amazing and Grandpa Bill wouldn’t let me pay. He was so sweet. Afterwards, I was too exhausted to keep staying out, so Grandpa walked me home and that was Thursday. I took the following picture as I got home. That thing is easily the most pants-shittingly terrifying thing I’ve ever seen.
Scarier than Tim Curry.
Andie,
Did you go upstairs and sit in the bar with the merry-go-round that Hunter Thompson wrote about in the Vegas book? If not, for shame
And you had me at “as long as there’s bacon.” Truer words never spoken.
That circus circus sign is the greatest sign ever made.