So we had finally arrived and in good form we lit up a smoke and searched for the best deal in booze. Now I don’t know about the rest of you but I remember a time in Vegas’s past when the cheap stuff was food, a show, and a room. I would surmise, being as in the ol’ days I was too young to enjoy the more complex and melodic joys of getting shit faced drunk, that in those times as well booze was cheap. But I really have no idea. Now a day’s, the price of everything Vegas seems to be on the rise and the “kid friendly” Vegas idea they had is waning. They still have the “shows” put on on the street and there is still a feeling of Vegasness, but they have begun to feel the need to rip off the common man, and woman I might add, and have ceased to be the land of 99 cent shrimp cocktails and comped rooms. Now you go to the Subway fast food joint and they have absolutely no 5 dollar foot longs. Their all six fifty. This year was the year of frugality, for me at least, as I didn’t have the funds to really go nuts and I was heading to Burning Man in about two weeks. So I had taken a bit of cash, and was actually a little worried about eating let alone drinking a lot. But I ate and drank and was Susan, or Delilah, or even Beatrice, but never Mary. Our usual haunt for booze when we do this cavalcade of geeks in the desert is Quarks bar at the Hilton in their star trek experience area. But as the Hilton decided, last time we went, to rid themselves of the start trek experience, we were hosed when it came to ass kicking drinks. So we wandered around and checked prices, as we were about to start drinking hard and being hard drinkers, and the first place we saw was a small bar off of the elevators at Bally’s. They had an obnoxious drink that was served in a fish bowl of sorts, but they had run out of fish bowls as everyone that got one thought it was so cool they snaked them, so they had started to serve them in pitchers. Two pitchers equaled one drink and it ended up being about ten bucks a piece. So we ended hitting them up a bit until we found another joint that was selling these slurpie type things. One was a Yager bomb, one was with espresso I think and baileys, and one was vodka. It was a rainbow of fruit flavors. The cool thing was that when you got one of these things the options were that you could add a shot, or more then one, to the already alcoholic drink. And when the girl serving said they had cherry flavored Captain Morgan’s I was hooked. We ended up walking around with bong’s with no stem holes in them and booze filling them for most of the time we were there.
So we ended up getting there on Thursday evening, and we headed over to the snack buffet thing they had going for the Fan Faire. I sat looking back out of the place and my bro sat looking at the fool they had hired to replace the other master of ceremonies that had been doing the Fan Faire for the entire time we had been going and I think he had done it before we started going as well. So the first thing this guy does is play, badly and with many bugs I might add, a WOW promo thing he had made up just for us. Now for those of you not in the know, to play a WOW video at a Sony gaming convention is pretty much signing your own death warrant. As I was full, and my bro was done filling his belly, we opted on leaving as soon as possible. Why bother watching this freak if we could be roaming the streets of Vegas with a drink in one hand and a stogie in the other.
We spent the rest of the night checking out different places and mainly just roaming and drinking and smoking then drinking then roaming then smoking then drinking then…well…you get the point I’m sure. We ended up back in the room, foot tired but smiling and giggling, and I once again turned my bro onto something new. He had never seen the wonder that is adult swim before, so we had lucked out as it was adult swim night so we parked the channel on cartooncartoon and giggled our asses off. He got a healthy dose of odd adult cartoonness and we got to sober up, just a bit mind you, for the long weekend ahead of us. I killed the box after he had started to snore and I was droopy in the eyelids. The sun retardant drapes blocked out most of the light from everywhere so the room was grave dark and that’s how I slept, as if in the grave.
