Like pretty much
everyone involved in the Poker industry, Las Vegas has a really special place
in my heart; I'm in complete and total love with it while I'm excitedly
planning my yearly WSOP pilgrimage, I want to break up with it at least twice
each summer while I'm actually living there and then by the middle of July, the entire
city shrinks down into the space of one single room - the Amazon Room.
I'm not really used to
going to Vegas for anything except poker so being there this month with a
group of girlfriends to celebrate a birthday (not mine) was a totally new
experience for me. In fact, the entire concept of a "girls' weekend" was a new experience for me. It
was NOT an easy one to plan as the other three women all have children (5
between them - yowzer. They are TOTAL Hot-Moms) and we wanted to keep the trip as a birthday surprise for our
friend P. After much wrangling and planning, which admittedly was mostly done
by the others as I'm terrible at that sort of thing, we arrived at P's house at
9am where she was busy packing for what her husband had told her was a family
day-trip to Disneyland. We screamed 'VEGAS BABY' at her shocked face (because this is
Vegas-weekend law) and whisked her off into the minivan before her jaw could
hit the floor.
Yes, minivan. That is
how we roll. We drove up through the Desert, skipping the major highways and
stopping off to take photos in random places. At one point we were stuck behind
a train that was inexplicably stopped for 30 minutes on the road.
later, 4 overly excited women checked into the Cosmopolitan and proceeded to
spend the rest of the weekend dressed to the nines.
If you're planning a
trip to Vegas - book the Cosmopolitan. That place fucking rocks. And the
Japanese soaking tubs in the hotel rooms are great for tired feet, after a night
spent dancing until 5am.
I wasn't able to catch
up with too many friends in Vegas while I was there because the entire weekend
was dedicated to birthday fun and lady-bonding but we were really lucky to get
an invite to join Sean Getzwiller and his friends at their table at Haze on
Friday night. I'm not sure that Sean knew what he was getting himself into when
he invited us but a bunch of married mothers of small children cutting loose in
a posh Vegas club.... it was definitely entertaining! I'm really glad that I had a chance to introduce my non-poker friends to this particular group of guys because for the rest of the weekend, they could not stop saying how really NICE and POLITE the guys were. And yes, this IS a compliment. A big one. Good peeps, thank you.
Now, I hate to shock
anyone but I'm not exactly known as a 'party animal'. Yes, I know, steady
yourself. My friends and colleagues take great pleasure in teasing me about my
tendency to ALWAYS be the first one to leave a party and to talk lovingly and
at length about the joys of staying home with a nice cup of hot chocolate and/or tea. So
when I disappeared on Friday night around 3am, the other women assumed that I'd
snuck off to bed and left them. Imagine their surprise when they looked down to
the floor and saw me dancing with a friend of mine in the DJ booth :) I like to
think I looked like a rock star in their eyes at that moment but I probably
just looked like a lunatic. Either way though, I stayed out til 5am and THAT my
friends, is a miracle.
The next night was St.
Paddy's Day (still crazy but less so than the night before) and then Sunday we
packed up our ridiculous amount of luggage, posed one last time beside a giant
shoe and headed home. Obviously this was after I won our gas money on one spin
of roulette. I am a roulette savant. Seriously.
No more Vegas stories
as you guys know the drill: what goes in Vegas, stays in Vegas. A massive thank
you to my old and very dear friend Richard for making the trip actually possible and to Sean for treating
my friends to a night they will sincerely never forget. Oh and Joe Cheong, I
think you stretched my heels, you bastard.