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Paulie_D:
Extracted from a Trip Report/ Blog entry from January 2008.
Sidebar: A trip to Vegas with my brother Pete. He still likes Corona.
Las Vegas: January 14th 2008
"Hello Pit"
Anyway...I"m up with larks (well, bleary eyed larks that is) after a 3.30 am finish...wait...no Pete!
Another all-nighter I guess, hope he"s doing well. That"s the thing about Pete...it"s not about the winning or losing...as long he"s having a good time..he don"t care.
So, I potter around for a couple of hours until I get a text from my friends Jim and Terry who are also along on the trip..."IHOP, now!"
Sidebar: The food options at the Stratosphere are...adequate...fortunately, within 50 yards there are other options, IHOP and Denny"s being the best.
So we find Pete on our way out...yep, he"s still at the blackjack table...but he postpones food for now, so the three of us head off for some scran.
We"ll have the Big Breakfast Combo....3 bacon, 3 sausage, 3 gammon pieces and 4 eggs...$8.99....Mmmmm, IHOP!
Halfway through, the drunken bum dearest brother wanders in. Honestly, there are only few things funnier than watching a functioning drunk eat. Stabbing at a piece of bacon and missing because he can"t focus, cleaning his plate and then trying to eat the napkin...as I said, a few things funnier...but not many.
After a while, Jim & Terry are done and head off. In an unusual act of familial compassion, I decide to wait for Pete and make sure he gets back. Some time later I pay and I lead the sot back to our room
One of the funnier things...is watching a stuffed drunk trying to undress himself....
OK, a quick aside here, it"s not that I like watching a grown man get undressed, honest guv"nor, but someone has to in case he falls over and hurts humself....plus, they charge extra for cleaning up blood &/or vomit
...anyway, Pete finally manages to fight himself free of his jeans...mumbles something about "Hello, pit...it"s good to be back" and decants himself into bed. 4.7 nanoseconds later the snoring commences.
Good Times.
Paulie_D:
Gotta say, I"m enjoying re-reading these as the overworked Matt Dale unearths them from the APAT crypts.
It looks like we"re coming up on a November 2010 Vegas Trip....I think that one was fun....the only chance I have of remembering any of it is the blogs I posted here.
Should be fun. :)
duke3016:
--- Quote from: Paulie_D on November 08, 2016, 19:41:56 PM ---
Gotta say, I"m enjoying re-reading these as the overworked Matt Dale unearths them from the APAT crypts.
It looks like we"re coming up on a November 2010 Vegas Trip....I think that one was fun....the only chance I have of remembering any of it is the blogs I posted here.
Should be fun. :)
--- End quote ---
I am lucky enough that I saved my muses off-line. However, I am the same as you I am loving re reading the posts from years ago. Your posts on trips are a window to my past as it jogs the memories and the laughs.
Fatcatstu:
Love reading both your blogs. You are both superb writers, keep digging them up please!
Paulie_D:
Luton: 22nd October 2010
Up The Hill To Bedfordshire
I managed to persuade the boss to let me out an hour early on Friday afternoon in the hopes of beating the usual congestion on the M25. After checking with all the online traffic sites that I could, I decided to, at least in part, take the scenic route from leafy Essex to the Bedfordshire garden spot known at Luton.
Jumping off the M25 about halfway I came up through the back-roads via Wheathamsted [isn"t that a great name?] arriving at the Days Hotel around 5.45 if I recall correctly. Easy parking next door and no trouble checking in.
After all the kerfuffle that had gone on with rooms being "flooded" or whatever it was a relief to be assured of a relatively decent place to lay my head. Not surprisingly, as I walked into reception, I"m greeted by the sight of the usual APAT rowdies in"t bar...where else?
After a quick wash and brush-up, I was downstairs necking my first, second and third beers of the day.
Around 7.30 or so, I wandered over to the G to meet up with the Luton crowd who had put on a private game and kindly let me play (they must have seen the value there) while the others headed off to downtown Luton for the usual frivolities.
The game got under way after a slight change in plan. It would be dealer-dealt (thank you very much) but a 7500 F/O rather than a 3000 D/C. Fair dos...all good there.
My first two hands were monsters (AK & KK I think...it starts to get hazy for reasons that will become obvious) and pre-flop raises and c-bets won me a few chips early on.
This was not to last. Forty-five minutes in and I once again get KK in MP and 3-bet an EP raiser who flatted. A queen high board saw us get it all in on the flop and he rolls over the (by now) obvious AA. No suck-out for me and I"m toast. C"est le poker as they say at the Aviation Club.
Well...what to do with the rest of the evening? I think you know the answer to that question...come on, you can work it out.
That"s right...I went back to the hotel. OK, I"m kidding, I wandered off to find the usual reprobates at the White House, the Wetherspoons in the centre of Luton where they had, apparently, gathered.
I walk up to the entrance and there"s a security guard standing there who make a gesture towards me...I have no idea what he wants but I assume it"s a dress code check or summat..happens..if they turn me away, I can live with it. Nope, he just wants to stamp the back of my hand the the old UV ink....God that takes me back more years than I care to remember and probably more than most APATers have been around.
Anyway, apparently they don"t care what I"m wearing (heh) and I find the others slinging them back by the bucketful. Soon I"m necking them back too. However, it"s not long before Tighty announces that we"re off to the Chicago Rock Cafe...whatever the hell that is...but we dutifully make our way there.
At least it"s closer to the hotel than the Wetherspoons but, then again, it"s uphill. Never a good thing.
From then on, it"s something of a vague, blurry series of images in the back of my brain. X-Factor contests, blue drinks, orange drinks in jugs, Des buying a round (I saw it I tell you), drinks in bottles etc. etc. You get the picture.
At some point, I realised my feet were bl**dy killing me from standing around all night (no dancing, Praise Be) and I decide to take a pew.
FATAL.
Next thing I know, I"m pretty sure I"ve dozed off and Ger Jr is leaning over me asking if I"m alright. I probably mumbled something incoherent but assuring.
Regardless, I was apparently suitably compos mentis to decide that it was time to call it a morning and started the weary climb up the rest of the hill to the Days Hotel. At this point, the burning plates of meat at the end of my legs decided to remind me of their existence. Every frakkin" step is agony. Take it from me...never get old and fat!
I stop at several points along the enormity of the distance I had to cover (it must have been at least half a mile) to give my barking dogs a rest and during one of these I make my final tactical error of the night.
Yep...a kebab!
I carry it back to my hotel and finally make it into my room and made efforts to consume this delicious morsel before throwing myself into the joys of slumber.
Well, I say throw but, to be truthful, it was more like "place carefully" as the single bed I was occupying was on wheels and the slightest movement would have it careening around the room. It was like kipping on a skateboard.
As it turned out I found the remains of my dinner under the desk in the room in the morning...apparently I missed the wastebaskets when I"d finished.
Oh well, I live and never learn.
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