I Suck At Going To Las Vegas

today, my friend (andrea) is going to las vegas to spend some quality bonding time with her sister.

now, i suck at going to las vegas. i have only been to vegas once... five years ago... for this thing they call... a bachelor party. good times... good times. i am curious as to how much things have changed in those five years.

i would definitely love to go back to vegas... i had an absolute blast riding the new york new york roller coaster and the stratosphere big shot. although, truth be told... i may be taking a page from my friend (ron) who at the time said he was a father and couldn't risk doing the big shot.

one of my fondest memories of vegas (aside from the dancing women of course) is the big shot ride atop the stratosphere. it was simply awesome to see the helicopter flying below all of us... as we sat there... strapped in to the seats. the picture was equally priceless when all of us shot up toward the sky. my friend (garv) had the best expression of fear on his face. i still get a kick thinking about it.

vegas was also where i almost cracked the 200 pound barrier... almost. i have never weighed 200 pounds. during that vegas weekend, however, i was pretty close. there was this "guess your weight" game at one of the casinos where this person would have to guess your weight. you'd then have to get on a scale and if the guess was within a certain amount of pounds, you'd lose. well, the person guessed something which i thought was ridiculous because it was over 200 pounds. when i stepped on the scale... i was mortified. i was very close to 200 pounds. i had gained almost ten pounds within the course of a weekend.. proof that all you can eat buffets... very dangerous.

speaking of buffets, i remember ron disappearing after eating at the buffet at the bellagio. he excused himself to go to the bathroom. over an hour later, we finally found him.

ah, the memories of vegas. unfortunately, my friends who accompanied me to vegas probably have more vastly different memories... memories like me rolling around in my underwear... inebriated. luckily, what happens in vegas stays in vegas.

needless to say, i had a great time the one and only time i was in vegas. hopefully andrea will have a great time as well.