Vegas Baby Vegas...

So I get a call this past Saturday from Charlene et al which really ticked me off because I was supposed to be there & did mention I was supposed to be laying drunk poolside instead of driving down the Coquihalla from Kamloops. She told me yes, they were drunk but no, not by a pool as they were sitting around reading this blog.... yea, darling. It's called V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N. This is meant for wasting away the work hours not your saturday morning. However, it's nice you took the time to catch up.

I've only ever been to Vegas once & well, I do think I did it up right. Aside from the drunken debauchery that both Karen & I partook, we met some VERY interesting people.

I remember the Saturday night that we went out. We were waiting in line at Rum Jungle (We thought we'd start there.... it was after all 10ish) Since there was a teeny bit of a line, I decided that time would pass more quickly if we had drinks in our hands so off to the lounge bar I went. While trying desperately to find an opening at the bar, a young man waved me over. He asked me the usual questions "What are you up to?" "Can I buy you a drink?"

Not only did he have a thick New York (think more Long Island) accent but his name was Carmine and dude was sporting a gray suit complete with a tilted fedora. (good lord)

So I basically give him my order & tell him where we were headed to which he responds
"What the fuck you going to the Rum Jungle for" Which sounded more like "Foahr"

He continues "You go get your Beautiful Baby Friend & we'll go upstairs to the Foundation Room" (sound it out: Fown-day-shun Rooom)

Ok ok ok... stop. Did you just say what I think you said.... Beautiful Baby Friend??
Did people honestly talk like this in real life or are you Vince Vaughn's long lost cousin?

Needless to say, I come back to Karen double fisting stating "Our Night's taken care of".

Who wouldn't want to hang out w/ tilted Fedora wearing Carmine transplanted from NY who uses Beautiful Baby??

We left the line up & went back to meet up with him and his friend who apparently used to be the honeycomb kid back in the day. Regardless if he was lying or not, I found him highly entertaining. I'm guessing it was Coke he was on as he did keep wiping his nose and oops, just HAD to keep disappearing to the bathroom. But the maniacal energy made for quite the spectacle. When he started to zirburt my belly, well, that's when I pretty much had enough.

I have never talked to either of those guys again nor the "actor" they flew into town to meet them.... (They're movie producers... OF COURSE.) Whomever they were, I didn't have to wait in one line-up, pay for one drink and sit in some of the more exclusive VIP bars throughout the strip.

What can I say? I love Vegas.