04-11-03
Sorry this update is a bit late. No really good excuse, except for a lot of running around and crappy internet access. After this, all new stuff will be back on the updates page.
For our last full day in Vegas, we decided to gather our courage and leave Castaways. After a breakfast among the senior crowd, we headed for the Orleans, an off-strip casino with a bowling alley.
After the general dinginess and dismay of Castaways, we experienced some rather harsh culture shock. Orleans was new, big, clean, nice and shiny. Sushi bar, fitness center, hot cocktail waitresses, massage chairs in the bowling alley...
Although the lanes were pretty heavily oiled, there were enough off-work strippers/showgirls bowling in the afternoon to make up for any kind of lane condition. Of course, after Castaways, any woman without her own oxygen tank was looking pretty hot.
So basically we sat around and felt sorry for ourselves for a while. After deciding to return for a weekend at the Orleans at a later date, we sucked it up, bowled a few games, and ate some Sushi.
After brushing up on the geography of our country, we realized that we failed to put much thought into the return leg of our trip. In order for us to arrive in Omaha with enough time to eat, drink, and bowl, we'd have to leave Vegas at 4 AM. (We lose two hours traveling east). Being faced with the decision to relax and enjoy a night in Vegas vs. a night in Omaha, the solution seemed pretty obvious.
Sorry Omaha - I'm sure we'll never know what we missed.
We headed for Fremont Street - downtown Vegas - looking for fun. What do four relatively young guys do in the heart of Vegas on a Saturday night? Mostly stand around looking stupid, wondering what we should do.
Derek and Todd hit up the blackjack tables at the Plaza, Mike and Matt went to spend some quality time with the fine ladies / exotic dancers / strippers at the Glitter Gulch. Matt fell in love with a lovely lady named Ivy or Bambi or something like that. Mike fell in love with many bottles of Coors Lite.
To finish up the evening, we played some blackjack back at Castaways and talked to the lovely lounge singer, who we're sure had a name but hell if we can remember what it was.
Then we had to call it a night, to ready ourselves for the 26 hour drive straight back to Chicago.
