APAT - Vegas Vengeance: Friday, 18th November 2011
Moving hotels seems to have done the trick. The beds at Harrah's are very comfortable and I can’t pinpoint what the difference might be but I got a full six hours solid sleep after Thursday’s invasion.
So what’s a fellow supposed to do? That’s right, I rolled over and went back to sleep...it’s still early for crying out loud and tonight is going to be a doozy.
With nothing to do until late lunchtime I did that...nothing...just enjoyed a restful time in the room before grabbing a cab over to the Monte Carlo and planted myself in Diablo’s Cantina. I checked in on Foursquare and alerted the Social Media of my arrival in time to see Don Logan wandering in clad in appropriate attire.
He’d only arrived late the night before from Chicago and we ordered food while waiting for others to arrive. Before long we were a decent size party and so we adjourned to The Pub on the other side of the Monte Carlo. This proved to be a popular choice especially as the had a happy hour of 2 for 1 drinks until 6. We indulged.
As we were a large party they insisted on a single bill and slapped on a service charge of 18%. Seems fair...it saves us having to work out the tip at the end.
I arranged for a pitcher to be placed on the table so that we could put the cost of our individual drinks in that rather that have a fight over who ordered what and for how much at the end. I think it worked out.
Ger the Duke seemed insistent on us sticking rigorously to the outlined agenda while I was somewhat more laid back about it. Trying to get 20+ people to agree on whether it’s time to leave is like trying to herd cats....it just can’t be done...all you can do it tell them where you are going and hope they’ll follow.
I gave the name and address of the next location to all and sundry before heading off to the hotel lobby to grab some cabs. The message seems to have permeated because before long we were piling into Frankie’s Tiki Room for some large drinks.
The drinks taste very nice...very nice indeed...and I had too many. It didn’t feel it at the time but they let me know later.
Joobs was insisting on trying to recreate ‘Umbongo’, a kids drink from some time ago...but with flavoured rum and various juices. The bartender Mike played along and for $6 each they were nice...very nice indeed. I had three...and that’s after two previous large rum concoctions had forced their way down my throat.
We were already running behind the alleged schedule and various people (I mention no names TIghty) were more interested in...erm...more mature entertainment.
This hadn’t been part of my plan but as I always said...it’s just an outline, if people want to do something else then that was fine with me.
So, I made the executive decision to give the Bikini Bar a miss and we’d head off to McMullan's Irish Pub instead...at least those who wanted to could. So Mike called us a bunch of taxis and we made our collective way there.
I mentioned John Windsor previously in this thing and he was playing again on Friday. He went over a total storm with the Brits and everyone really got into it.
Curlage got up on stage and played ‘Wonderwall’ for us during one of John’s breaks and those two seemed to have a good old natter.
We coaxed a few more songs out of John after his usual knocking off time of 12.30am but he had to pack up some time. That didn’t seem to stop the party that was going on but I was well over four sheets to the wind by that stage...more like and entire Chinese laundry to the wind in fact.
I can’t recall the exact time I decided to call it a night but I walked outside and hailed cab and was safely tucked up by 2.30 am or so.
Apparently, I missed some high-jinks by leaving including...I’m led to believe Michelle and Joobs being told off for dancing on the tables, Michelle doing a juggling act with Joobs’...erm....assets and Mr Prime finding another odd location to catch forty winks.
Me....I had company of my own....the drinking bear has arrived!
