Stephen and I go to Las Vegas
Stephen came into town Wednesday night and we decided Thursday morning to head to Las Vegas. After a stop for lunch at a local restaurant in Wickenburg, AZ in which Stephen received a hamburger which rivaled the size of his head,
we pushed on and arrived without incident at about 5pm local time. We got a room in the Imperial Palace, tickets to see Spamalot Friday night at the Wynn and over the course of the rest of last night I introduced Stephen to the present generation of slot machines, he played Blackjack at a table and we wandered a bit. I came back to the room at about 11, but I think Stephen went out to a nightclub at the Wynn before coming back; he’s asleep so I won’t ask him at present.
Internet access here in the hotel costs far too much money so I’m utilizing my cell phone as a modem. Unfortunately, though I know I prepared my cell phone charger to come along with me, I seem to have left it out of my bag, so I have to minimize my cell usage so the battery lasts until we get back to Phoenix tomorrow.
We’re having a good time so far. I’m trying to not cramp his style with my unwillingness to spend much money (a requirement to play at tables) while he tries to be ‘good’. It’s works.
I’ll probably have to rave about seeing some live Monty Python soon, so perhaps another update will occur tomorrow.
Cheers from Las Vegas!
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*L* I can’t believe you guys went. Did you drive? Wow, how far was that? I still can’t believe he just showed up on your doorstep though. >_>
Awesomeness. Tell us all how the trip went when you get more Internet!
Go play Strip Super Smash Brothers!!
Everyone knows the only reason to go to Vegas is to get married by Elvis.
I eagerly await the pictures.
You can get married by Gandolf, too, so I hear.
In which case…why isn’t Odette with you?
Because I want to see the pictures of J.C. and Stephen being married by Elvis.
More importantly, I want not to be in those pictures…
Ya know, I didn’t see any Elvis impersonators this time - just Michael Jackson impersonators… but I didn’t do much looking.
Odette wasn’t with me because she likes school too much.
I guess we can let you off the hook… Being married by Michael Jackson would just be wrong.
You went to bed too early, Pug. There was one at the blackjack tables in the Imperial Palace.