So onto another day in the death heat of the desert. Rolled in to bed at about 5am this morning, but up by 10am – the heat man! Yesterday was a bit of a ‘chill pill’ day really, His bossness the Royal Ice was playing in a satellite over at the Bellagio, so I chilled in the Ballys for a while – ‘Clap, Clap’ Ice got through to the main $70,000 event in the Evening, so I just chilled in my room and on the Casino floor.
Long day, cut short, Andy got put out of the tournament after 4 hours, so we met up in a bar in the Paris, had a couple of Buds (or in my case some voddy’s) and then hit ‘The Artisan’ for the Winners party – hahaha – it was dead! Dead as a fucking dodo, great place, nice atmoshpere, crazy paintings stuck to the ceiling and some memorable guests – so we left and dedcided to go to the Palms – ‘The Greatest NightSpot in Vegas’ apparently?? Anyway the clubs all looked closed (it was 3am on a Monday night), so we hit up the bar, more strong drinks and got chatting to some ladies – who were hookers – Ashanti (as in a shanti town, cause that’s exactly where it looked like she had come from) and the other had a name that wouned like shit - we left – alone!
I headed out onto the Strip at about 4am, ended up in some Irish bar, listening to inane bollocks and getting merry – didn’t last long, bed by 5am.
The kicker?? Found out this morning that the Playboy Club WAS open at palms and the winners party had been moved there – thanks for the warning guys – fucking hell!
Daily Note: Someone somewhere must do Darren sized portions?? Hmmm? Nobody could possibly eat a fucking 120oz steak – that’s just not possible!
