Vegas, Baby!!!!!!!!

No, I was not one of the many thousands that flocked to Las Vegas to get married on July 7th, 2007, better known in the superstitious world as "7-7-7".

I was also not one of the many tens of thousands that flocked to Las Vegas on 7-7-7 to win their fortunes.

I was however one of 6 guys that decided it was as good of an excuse as any to set aside our jobs, families and pets to spend a weekend in a city of lights, noise and the occasional prank amongst friends.

And, since I had the plane ticket since before the layoffs, I was committed to going. Besides, I didn’t want to be the guy that backed out, and I didn’t want to miss out on any of the adventures I knew would occur.

This was mostly the same group of guys that went in September (I think the excuse then was someone’s birthday, but frankly I don’t remember any cakes or presents, so how important could it have been?)

Now on to the story. I’ll be the first to step up and say that I’m sick and tired of this "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" crap. We all like to tell stories and spread gossip as much as the next one.

So, I’m going to tell you every gritty little detail that I remember from the trip!

We landed on Thursday, which happened to be the hottest recorded day of that particular day of any year since they started keeping track of hot days. At 106 degrees we were thankful for the waiting limo to take us to the hotel.

At that point, the rest of the weekend is kind of a blur. I remember a slice of pizza in the back of a casino and an entire case of "complimentary" playing cards (either we had overstayed our welcome at that particular casino, or we bought it).

This appears to be the only picture that came out clear.

BUT, I had a blast and would vacation again in a second with these guys! Rumor has it that we all signed up for the Running of the Bulls for next year. At the very least, there was a lot of bull on this trip.

Life is good. Send Chips.
Lon