Leaving Las Vegas

Man, I gotta get out of here. It has been quite a week. Vegas is a great place to visit, but after a few days, it starts to take it's toll. While I didn't drink nearly as much as Nicholas Cage or hook up with a hooker with a heart of gold like Elizabeth Shue, I am a little worse for wear. The shows were only a minor distraction from the action. I like the rhyme.

The shows were a great success. Because I was working, I didn't get to start my fun until midnight. At home I'm all tucked in and snoozing by then, but here in Vegas, good morning. I have been living like a vampire since Wednesday. I would play all night and then let out a blood curdling shriek when I saw the dawn breaking. Then it was back to my cave-like room. Thank God that the geniuses behind this sleepy desert town know about room darkening curtains. I keep the room dark and cold to better aid my daytime hibernation. I looked at myself last night and saw the bags under my eyes. I don't have the rebound abilities I had in my youth.

I gambled some the last few nights. I'll never be in danger of getting one of the free high roller suites that I see being lavished on the "whales" when I watch the Travel Channel. I did put in about four hours at the poker table Saturday night. I get to fulfill my World Series of Poker dreams on the low limit tables. I won some money after some initial bad beats, and got a number of free drinks. As "Wife" likes to say, "winner, winner chicken dinner." There was one very drunk Canadian at the table who I'd like to both thank and punch. Thanks for being so hammered that you donated all your cash to the Brian Noonan binge fund, but now I want to punch you and tell you to shut the hell up. This guy ran his mouth non stop. He tried buying everyone at the table shots until the wise men in the Flamingo Poker Room cut him off.

Well, it's off to the airport and my flight back to reality. While in theory it should take me some time to decompress and get used to the air at home, I'll be thrown right back in. I hope I don't get the bends. Later...Brian