Vegas Trip Report - BUSTO (in stages)

[kyleb]

Yes, indeed, I R BUSTO - so we'll get that good part out of the way. This is the story of how to go BUSTO relatively quickly as told by yours truly.

Tuesday, July 18th

I am leaving for Vegas on Wednesday, and in preparation for this wonderful event, I decide to turn in a long workday at the office since my partner is on vacation. So, I spend 10 hours at the office doing various paperwork, employee interviews, and other such things by myself. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, since I don't mind turning in long shifts, but it's my 23rd birthday and I'm spending it alone in the [censored] office. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]

I leave the office and drive to pick up my girlfriend at work in downtown Seattle, and while I'm waiting I stop by a bar to grab a beer. When I go to leave the bar and pick up the girlfriend, my car's starter is BUSTO. Wonderful. I have to get it towed to the shop near my apartment, then arrange for shuttle service to Sea-Tac airport because my girlfriend does not have a car.

All on my birthday. Awesome.

Wednesday, July 19th - Early Morning

I pack my clothes and arrange for a shuttle to pick me up, and with bankroll in hand (but without my sunglasses), I head to the airport and board my Southwest Airlines flight, which has open seating and thusly I am able to get a window seat.

Unfortunately, being Southwest Airlines, everyone who can afford to buy McDonalds a few times a week is on this flight, including the dregs of society (even worse than most flights to Vegas) - with the exception of a group of good-looking girls ages 18-25. Nice!

Wait, what's that logo on their shirt?

International Rainbow Girls Organization? What the [censored] is that?

Well, I have no idea, but they sing loud songs the whole way to Vegas while I haven't slept in over 30 hours and JUST TURNED IN A FULL DAY AT THE [censored] OFFICE ON MY BIRTHDAY. GKJDSNGSDLKJGHSDGSDKJHDSKJGHSKJD

After 2.5 painful hours of this crap, I finally get to the airport and take a cab to the Sahara, where my friends and I are staying (high-class, I know). We meet up and get lunch somewhere inconsequential, then head over to the Wynn to play some cards. I win $100 or something playing $1/3 NL, then we head out to have fun.

Fun = gambling and drinking, since none of us have any game and I have a girlfriend anyway. We start at the Barbary Coast and my friend (an ardent Italian futbol fan) nearly gets in a fight with a guy with a Zidane jersey on. "NICE [censored]' JERSEY," says Rob.

What a great start to the trip!

After drinking a bunch, we head over to the Casino Royale and we get absolutely destroyed in Blackjack Switch, and by we, I mean I got owned and my friends finished up $1k. Right.

Well, my flight is apparently boarding back to Seattle (I'm at the airport), so I shall update this when I return home. There's a lot of old people on this flight, and a guy with a giant Alienware laptop and a stupid custom theme with gaudy graphics looking in disdain at my Dell Insipron E1505. Yes, you, old man - stop looking at me.