Vegas baby, Vegas!!
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Usually when a girl has her face this close to mine I’m making out. Temptation strikes, but I’ve got a firm grip on my vallet and pass it on as nothing more then a tease for a lapdance earning. I like beer, but beer tastes truly divine when there are hot chicks prantzing around as far as I can see. Some young chump has been escorted to the center stage where five 10’s are undressing him down to his boxers. To my left my cousin is enjoying the fruits of a wellspent 20 dollars. To my right Martin seems to be saying to himself five words made famous by Chris Rock (champagne room and stuff). He is doing well for himself. The three of us are kids in a candystore, an adult candy store. There is a clear danger of a sugar high. We are located in the biggest burlesque show/joint in the world. Only in Vegas baby, Vegas!
After having slept nonstop on the bustrip back to LA, Gunnar my cousin picked us up downtown and our journey to Vegas started. A few obligatory stops on the way saw us arriving in Sin city lunch time. We checked out all the casinos while still daylight, gambled a little bit (lost), and looked around for what to do later.
Nighttime. It was time to show what we where made of. Thanks to the Fijian whiskey we had brought the party progressed very nicely. Nothing much was happening at our casino so we went next door to MGM. Feeling like a milion dollar in my suit and tie outfit I sat down on the texas holdem table thinking it would only be a matter of a few hours before I would get comped up to some pimp ass suite. 20 minutes later and 70 dollars less reality hit. I better start playing clever or the nights partying would be in jeopardy. A natural remedy would be the complimentary drinks. Not being used to tipping, Martin and I had forgot to give the usual gratuity to the coctail waitress, This had caused her to be under our rader for the last half hour. I would be damned if I was gonna lose money and not get free drinks in the progress. After a while I finally spotted her again. Standing up from my table I made a big gesture for her to come over. Tipping up front secured her never being more than a minute away with next drink. Thx Carl Svangtun
It was 12, the night was young. I had won back some lost money and waited for Martin by going to the casino night club. In the que i met three Brazilian dudes, when I said I was from Norway they gave a kind of whatever look. That shit doesn’t slide with me so I naturally pointed out to their agony that Norway is the only country in the world that have beat Brazil more time then they have beat us. It shut them right up. Dont get me wrong, they were cool dudes and said that I should be excited to come to Brazil. Expectations are already high. I met up with Martin in the poker part a little later. He didnt get in with his shoes, so we went to a bar and swapped shoes, I got in having already been in, and Martin could now join. So there we were, two young men from Norway entering a Vegas nightclub. We walked sturdy in and never looked back. The rest is history, our history, not for your eyes or ears.
Next day we entered a Texas Hold em tournament. There were around 60-70 people in the tournament. I was rather hung over and had a constant annoyed face at the table because of it. This proved invaluable, well not invaluable as I know the amount of money I won. Nobody could read my face or reactions as I constantly look like I was in agony. After bumbing out most people on my table including Martin and Gunnar I was moved on to different tables and in the end placed fourth on the final table. Sweet.
Later on we went to stri… burlesque show. The biggest in the world actually. It’s called Saphire, check it out if you are in Vegas. It’s fun for boys and little bit for girls. And it is nothing like that shitty club Hollywood on the Gold Coast. The remainer of the night was spent gambling all games known to man.
I may add, that the casino’s in Vegas are quite spectacular in all their capitalistic excess and pompus extravaganza. The themed hotels, Ferrari stores, million dollar suites and all that disco. I would hate to live in Vegas as it represents so many of the things I detest, but its awesome to see for a weekend and go back on ones way.
We drove back to LA early Sunday. I slept in the back of the car like a sinless baby. A paradox perhaps.
Tommy
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