Wednesday, December 15, 2010

WPBT 2010 - Trip Report

I just got back from my 2 hour commute from work and finished a lovely dinner cooked by The Wife, complete with a glass (or 4) of wine. I'm not up for an uber-post, but I wanted to get some Vegas highlights off my chest while they're still fresh.

Day 1:
  • Got a good laugh watching The Wife get felt up by the TSA agent. Her reaction when I asked if I could take pictures was priceless.
  • Dacia allowed me to get close to her ankles at MacCarran airport. She has no idea how dangerous that is (but I'll pull down your pants anytime you ask. Especially if you are wearing those killer heels).
  • Bungalow Suites at MGM are quite nice, even if your view is the airport.
  • Off to the IP. Saw a few bloggers, but only had eyes for Kat, who bypassed me to lock lips with The Wife. I got a great show before I got my turn. I must admit I was really looking forward to her classic greeting (all Canadians say hello like this, right?), and she didn't disappoint.
  • Then I got a tongue stuck in my ear. Unfortunately it belonged to Falstaff, but I gave the big lug a hug anyway. And I bought his books!
  • Poker was played. I finally got to the blogger table and really enjoyed beating up on civilians. I just missed the CaityCaity explosion. Don't know why she blew up, but it was epic.
  • My poker highlight happened right before I moved to the blogger table. I turn 2 pair and the river counterfits me, but I sense weakness so I move all in. The civilian snap calls and announces, "Straight!" But, he flips over queen-high and I drag the pot.
  • I tap Caity (who is right behind me) so I can have a witness to this nonsense, and the dealer quips, "Figures you know Caity."
  • I drank. A lot.
Day 2:
  • Slept late but got up in time for a wonderful breakfast with The Wife, Drizz and Kat. MGM buffet is adequate, but the company was perfect.
  • Golf was played. Golf was won. It helped that my partner Dr. Jeff is an 8 handicap and far more competitive than I, which is saying something. Seriously, who let the doctors play together without demanding strokes?
  • A secret weapon was deployed on the course, in the form of the cute beer cart wench delivering tequila and a six pack to Drizz in the foursome behind us. I noticed there were no more 300 yard bombs into us after that.
  • Our foursome was completed by Iggy and the newly wed Speaker. What great company. We made plans for a golf outing in Colorado with just the four of us. I hope it materializes, because it would be a helluva lotta fun.
  • Got to and from the MGM thanks to the overly generous F-Train who shuttled us both ways. Thanks, man. Sorry we didn't get to hang more, but the #Reidbill interpretation waits for no man.
  • Poker was played. The Wife and I were winners.
  • I drank. A lot.
More to come...

13 comments:

Grange95 said...

Where's the hot Wife-on-CK kissing action? Inquiring minds want to know ...

DrChako said...

Oh, that's coming. Hold yer horses big guy.

-DrC

The Wife said...

"but I'll pull down your pants anytime you ask" . . . classy, baby. Classy.

JK said...

Just the four of you playing golf in Colorado? I call bull shit.

As always - it was great to see you and your much more attractive better half.

BamBam said...

I'd normally say "pics or it didn't happen" but then again, it is you, Kat, The Wife and Falstaff so....

:)

Drizztdj said...

No, my 300 yard bombs were pelting the houses shortly after that.

Took me 3 holes to adjust!

(future reference: Give Drizz ANY shot, he will drink it and play golf badly)

Katitude said...

Grange, what's wrong with hot Wife-on-Katitude kissing action, hmm?

Wonderful to see and smooch and catch up, as always Doc. Counting the days until next time!

BWoP said...

You forgot this tidbit on Day One:

Shove crub frush draw on CK and get there.

DrChako said...

It's your own fault. You let me borrow the whistle!

-DrC

Grange95 said...

@Katitude: No offense, I'm sure it was hot, but ... the Wife-CK tonsil-hockey brought half the MGM poker room to a grinding halt. The other half was country line-dancing to "Achy Breaky Heart".

Katitude said...

and wait, what, country line dancing? I was too busy watching drunk people rope a fake calf...must have missed that :-(

The Wife said...

Grange is talking about the IP . . . all that stupid button straddling going on, I decided to show my favorite Nebraska farm boy what a "live straddle" really meant . . . :)

BamBam said...

It's official, this blog just got hawter than The Wife's!

:)