Clueless Wonder

So after my stunning run Friday morning at MGM I was able to have a smile on my face when I got back to Hooters to wait for my girlfriend to fly in by the bar. I of course decided to play some video poker and get my free drinks in. Rarely have I played this game but at least it's more interesting than slots! Over the course of the next 30 minutes or so I proceed to hit a number of decent hands, order two drinks, and cash out with a $27 profit when she walks through the door. More good karma! I'm very happy she's in town and we proceed to chill out for a few hours at the hotel. That night she gets all gussied up in a skimpy little dress and we hop a cab over to the Palms to meet up with her friend Melissa, who happens to be an independant VIP hostess with contacts at many of the major resorts. We also are introduced to her whale of the evening who was a major league pitcher for 7 seasons with the A's and Orioles. Next thing you know we are wisked past the long line of people waiting to pay their $40/pp for entrance and enter an elevator with a dude wearing a dark suit and earpiece. The elevator shoots up 53 floors in the blink of an eye and we are deposited into the promised-land, the Playboy Club. Now let me be the first to admit that I was more than a little excited at the prospect of going there. Visions of bunnies, boobs, and fur dancing in my head. However, in all reality, the Playboy Club is just a few high roller tables, some VIP bottle service seating, and a bar. Other than the dealers wearing bunny outfits it was a complete letdown. I was in for a pleasent surprise though when we headed upstairs to Moon. This part of the club was hopping! The DJ knew how to lay down the tracks, the roof over the dance floor opens up to the sky, and our whale got a table OUTSIDE and ordered 5 bottles of booze for everybody. With the weather mild and a fantastic view of the entire strip we were able to party our asses off and had a great time. That was my Friday in Vegas. To be continued......