Aw Craps, THE Snobs vs. THE Steelers
For folks that don't know... I'm in Las Vegas this week on the company dime.
I'm staying in THE Hotel... a Mandalay Bay property. It's just as snooty as it sounds. It's very very fancy. Here are the features of the suite I have:
3 plasma TVs
2 rooms
2 bathrooms
large marble bath tub
large marble shower
an office
a wet bar (stocked)
some crappy artwork
a doorbell
fancy dancy soaps and shampoos and even q-tips
Here, they don't have a little sign you hang on you knob saying "don't disturb" (it's time we embraced the contraction)... instead you press a button near your door that lights up a "go away" message outside your door. It also disables your doorbell. There's an option to summon the maid service that way too.
Bad ass really.
I'm at a conference in Las Vegas. I had some time on my hands today so I left THE Hotel and went to THE Casino to play THE craps. THE craps kicked my but up and down the street. I don't know what happened. It was the single worst beating I've ever taken in gambling. $200 down the toilet.
I then decided to make a nice bet on THE football game tonight. To make a long story short, I won back all my cash.
THE highlight of the day was getting a fancy shave at a place called THE art of shaving. It was a 45 minute face massage/shave... old school straight razor. It was cool. It was like 50% spa treatment 50% 1950's barbarshop.
That was pretty damn cool.
Oh yeah... I won a big viking helmet. THE people at THE Hotel didn't like that I wore THE hat in their lobby. They thought I needed to be harassed and booted. I told them that I was THE guest and they should bite THE big one. That's a shorter version of my real encounter with THE security team, but the (THE) point was THE same.
Tomorrow... I'm going to be Microsoftened for 8 hours... then I'm camping out in THE spa for THE night and getting rubbed into happy land.