The Rest of the Vegas story...

I was wacked when I wrote the first part; just exhausted, more than I knew. I was just going to go on and do the second part and instead I fell asleep! When I woke up I was astounded! I hadn't done the second part... and then I went back to work and that was all that...

So, here tis.

I realize that I haven't exhibited a strong linear narrative sense so far... I told you, I was very tired when I did part one... so I won't bother trying to fix that now. Just take this as you get it, dears.

We had just finished visiting the shops at Ceasars Forum; pretty and fantastic sparkly things all over the place, everywhere, and we stepped outside.



I took this pic of the jumbotron for JonnyNYC... and I kept telling people as they passed while I was waiting for the perfect shot that I was not a fan, I was just taking a picture for a friend and they were all thinking, "Suuuuure, hehe, for a "friend", hehe!"

It was soooo embarrassing! I thought I would expire from humiliation.

Instead, we went to a half price Vegas show and then to the Luxor to see Pebs stunning comp suite, which put us in the mood for expensive cocktails. So we went to this very pricey and fancy bar in the hotel and ordered martinis, which were absolutely deeeeelicious! And they should have been because they were rather pricey. Pebs drink should have had a rhinestone umbrella in it, mine perhaps a few rarer gems!

But the money wasn't the issue, we were hot shot Vegas party bois! We had a wonderful time...






The Mansion Party.

So. Well. You know, we passed up some of the more sleazy parties this year, although we had a fistfull of free passes to the Apollo bath house, (ET and I went in to pick them up and it was definately a gay bath house...) and ET, Pebs and I did go to a few of the local gay bars. As we were getting into the car after the last place we went to that night I said, "If the gay bars in New Orleans were like this, I would have had a wife and three children by now...bwahaha!"

O.K. It was early in the week,..

So, anyway, on Thursday night, we (luca, ET, Zilla and I... Pebs had a flight out earlier,) worked our way through the Luxor on the way to the Mandaly Bay where the busses were leaving for the party. We saw a picture slot machine at the Luxor called "Faeries Fortune" and we screamed like very young girls and each put a dollar in..

We Won!!! Well, twenty bucks; which meant we each got five, and we did a little silly dance about how we were rich, rich , rich...



Then we took the somewhat confusing monorail to the Mandalay Bay Casino where we could cacth our shuttle to the "mansion party". But, we were there about an hour early, so... we played some slots... I usually allow myself twenty dollars to lose, but for this trip I decided that fifty was the limit. The night before, I had hit for $180, so I was $130 ahead. So I thought, I'll blow another thirty... and I quickly lost thirty. I took the five from the :Faeries Forune" win and put in a quarter slot, and one a bit, lost a bit, changed from one machine to another, one machine went on for ten minutes or so and I was at twenty-five bucks and I cashed out. It was getting boring. So, I took my paper slip, (did ya know, most of the machines in Vegas now give you a reciept instead of clunky coins?) and went toward the cashout cage. On the way I saw this pretty sparkly machine that had Tripple Double Cherries! It was so pretty, so I put my credit slip in and played. The first one credit bet was a loser and so was the second. I decided that I would play the three maximum bet and if I lost, then that was it, I would take my twenty bucks and keep it. I bet the three and the machine stopped working, none of the buttons worked and it didn't make any noise. I thought at first that the machine was broken, but a guy from the casino came over and said, "Wow, that's pretty good, they'll be over in a minute, you have to sign a tax form." And he pointed to this little scrolling text line on the machine that told me to wait for an attendant and that I had 1620 points. I was playing a dollar machine.

Bok told me later that it was a true miracle, becuase slots at the Mandalay Bay are supposedly as tight as a virsion...,at least that's what I think he said.

So, we proceeded to the shuttle bus area for the party and I am standing there with luca, ET, and Zilla, and thinking, "so, here I am in Vegas, waiting for a bus to take me to a private party full of rent boys and porn stars and I have about two thousand dollars in cash in my pocket... what the fuck?".

It's funny, because I don't believe in luck as such; I think you work for what you want and you get it. I think that the way you react to the natural random events that occur says more about you than the simple fact that those events happen. It's how you handle your shit that makes the difference.

But still, despite all of that, I am thinking at that moment... what if this is all the "luck" I have right now and something crappy will happen next! Totally chimpo thinking I know, but there it is. When too much good happens, I can still be a little monkey crouching in awe of the bright and shiney god hiney. Somebody save me, deliver me...



So we finally got on the shuttle bus to the party and after a fairly amusing ride in a bus packed full of very gay men, we got to the "mansion" where this years webmaster's party was being held. We entered and checked it out as you do when you first arrive at a party. There seemed to be a lot more food than last year and after we collected our first round of drinks from the bar, we gathered under one of the outdoor heaters on the patio to discuss our party venue. It was a different place than the last two years... and we were a bit disappointed. It was only a three milion dollar house, not what we had grown used to! Yuk, yuk. Still, there were those dancing boys... and...



...there were these bois in the hot tub, steaming in the rather cold night, but they seemed to be shy unless someone offered them money for photos. So we got to admire them, but not to photograph them. Hey, this isn't a pay site... and I thought that I'd like to take my "big" winnings home, which mostly I did. It was funny, although I could have rented anyone of seventy professionals there for an hour or so, I didn't find any of them more attractive than the people I came to the party with....


...and that's the truth...

durlx