Day one in Vegas was exhausting! First, on the flight in an attendant calmly asked "is there a doctor on board?". Apparently a lady had passed out on our plane and caused quite a stir. She was in luck though because there WAS a doctor on the plane. It turned out to be no big deal... two aspirin and call me in the morning type of thing... however, it was kind of cool to hear the attendant call out, "is there a doctor on board?". I thought that only happened in the movies. Anyway, after rushing from the airport to the Venetian... the group I was with wandered around the place for about twenty minutes before we finally found the room we were looking for. That place is huge! And when you are running late trying to find something a Casino is the last place you want to be lost in.

During the meeting I was able to connect to ESPN on my phone to check up on the game scores. So much for LJ running wild all over the Colts. Needless to say, I was pretty happy to be able to check on the game during the meeting


So, after the meetings we went to this very nice restaurant called N9nes. Everything was fantastic! The food was so good. Best part about it was the company picked up the entire meal. Drinks included. I had a Bombay Sapphire Gin martini, shaken not stirred that literally kicked my ass. Speaking of kicked asses, how do you think Romo feels today after botching a sure game winning field goal? Oh, on second thought, the best part was there were a couple plasma TVs in our private room at N9nes so I got to watch the second half of the Seattle Dallas game.

After gorging on exquisite food and drinks, we went up to the top of the Palms casino to a club called Ghost Bar. I swear it felt like I was in an Austin Powers movie. All the waitresses looked like “fem-bot nurses” (kinda like this)

dressed in teeny tiny white mini skirts, teeny tiny low… real low cut tops, thigh high nylons and white stripper boots. The place was lit with just black lights, so these chicks really stood out in the crowd.

Anyway, the view at the Ghost Bar was amazing. It looked like this except less crappy

I don’t recall what time I stumbled home, but I do think it sucks that I’m wide awake at 6 AM really wishing I could get back to sleep.

Oh, and the next football game is on at 10AM left coast time. Can you say breakfast in bed?

P.S. the only thing that could have made day one better is if Kristi would have been here. I miss her.