It was my friend Dan’s birthday and he wanted to go to Vegas for the weekend. So on Friday morning we loaded up my car and made the drive from LA. When we got there we did what any exciting people would do and took a nap before we woke up around 5pm and went down and hit the bars.
Dan’s not the best at drinking too much and by 11pm he looked like he’d had enough. He was looking dizzy and bloated and was talking about going back to the room for a quick nap. I told him not to, that there was way more fun to be had, but he quit on me and made his way back. That left me drunk and very solo in Vegas at 11:30 at night.
I wandered around a bit, going from MGM to NYNY, sitting at their little casino bars and sipping my beer because I wasn’t sure how much more I could drink. Then my luck changed. As I was sitting at the circle bar in NYNY, a booth to myself, a group of Irish tourists asked if they could jam into the booth with me. It was 2 guys and 4 girls, so the odds were in my favor right? They were mostly in their 30s, and I could barely understand their thick accents.