Another trip to Vegas come and gone, and I’ve survived once again. The bar was raised so high on this trip that I don’t think it’ll be possible to maintain for the future.

Mentionable highlights include:

  • A 21-person bachelor party. Enough said.
  • Being comped for three of four nights at New York New York.
  • Equating the previous night’s drinking with the smell of clothes the next morning — My socks and shoes smelled like tequila.
  • Nearly getting into a fight in the bathroom at the Hard Rock; eluding the security guards by only seconds.
  • Almost knocking over a disheveled Jay Leno while standing at a craps table.
  • Terrorizing the poor guy who worked at the Hilton Star Trek Experience “Battle Kirk” video exhibit for more than an hour.
  • Getting piss drunk at Quark’s Bar and Restaurant for no good reason.
  • Negotiating in latinum at Quark’s for a Ferengi female that would “chew your food” and “exhibit no sass mouth”.
  • Sitting on the tarmac for nearly three hours through two “medical emergencies” and a jet engine that wouldn’t start. The flight home was eventually canceled… I was up a fair amount of money.
  • Being comped again for the extra night in town. This led to the predicament of being down a fair amount of money. I suspect that a New York New York employee was somehow involved with the plane engine failure.