After Taake's nutritious meal, and my much needed nap on the flight, the platoon landed in Vegas.
We retrieved our belongings, and got taxi rides to the Hooters Hotel, Bar, and Casino. I had hijacked about twelve different pamphlets for strip clubs from the cab, and while doing so thought, "Has anyone's kid every picked one of these up and asked their parents what the 'Peppermint Hippo Club' was?"
We entered the Hotel to see three bars, a restaurant, and a casino. I walked in, and as I saw the waitresses working, I felt like Wayne and Garth in Wayne's World: "Shwing, Shwing, Shwing!"
Everyone traveled to their assigned room, my roomates included Steve-O, Birkner, and the elder Donjon. We entered our room, and 12 seconds into the trip, Birkner shattered the barstool that was in our room.
After picking myself up off the floor from laughter, I played some songs on the CD player we brought at high volume, while Steve-O and Birkner fulled a bucket with ice and beer. A football was brought out, and with beers opened, we had begun to party in Vegas.
We were feeling good, and it was time to hit the casinos. The entire team packed into an elevator and was set to take every dime in Vegas, until we got to the ground floor...
...we had apparently exceeded the weight limit of the elevator. We noticed this after the elevator dropped a few feet, stopped abruptly, and an alarm sounded. Lutz managed to get the elevator car doors open, revealing the floor of the casino at our knees.
I said, hey Danno, step back, I've got this.
I reached to the upper corner of the doors, pushed up a switch, opened the doors, and climbed out of the elevator. I walked past the repair man, and he said, "Did you guys exceed the weight?" As I was walking past him I said, "And then some."
The guys caught up to me and asked, "Doerr, how in the hell did you know how to open the doors?" I replied, "Psh, I've seen Die Hard like six thousand times."
We gambled a little in the Hooters Casino before heading out to the strip. We walked to the MGM Grand, and were set to get paid. We entered the holy sanctuary of gam-bam-bling, and we saw something there that blew my fucking mind:
The Drunked Up Older Chick from Lambert International Airport.
That's right, the woman who was over twice as old as me (and who had sat on my lap) was at the very first casino we visited. She was there with a few of her friends, who were of similar age, but more attractive. Out of our group, I was deemed 'The Shy One' (although none of the chicks believed it) and Derek was 'The Cute One' I thought that either Donjon or I had a decent chance of sleeping with one of these ladies. Donjon chose gambling, and I decided that I would rather get some food and watch TV. (which speaks volumes about the appearance of these women)
I went to the concession stand, and bought myself a two dollar hot dog. I turned around to see a wall with over 50 TV's on it. The hot dog tasted every bit of two dollars worth, but I didn't mind, because I was watching over 50 TV's at once... with a beer.
We returned to the hotel a few hours later, and we decided to get an early night's sleep for the day ahead.