
Location: Lago Buffet – Caesar’s Palace, Las Vegas, NV
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Brunch Hours: Sat & Sun, 7:30am – 3pm
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Long Story Short: What happens in Vegas…
Long Story Long:
So, it’s been a crazy couple weeks as I have recently started my first “real” job since… well, pretty much since February of 2009 when the delightful web start-up I worked at took a turn for the worse. Things there became a little less than hectic, and stayed that way until the end of the year. After that, I worked here and there – “freelancing” as I believe it’s termed. In any case, I made my own hours, didn’t get paid all that much but I did alright… suffice it to say, it was pretty fucking sweet for awhile. Alas, reality finally came knocking to alert me that bloodys, in fact, don’t pay for themselves. So, in order to keep myself afloat, I needed to find gainful employment. Lucky for me, a quirky, random series of circumstances brought me a lovely new paying gig. Awesome.
Oddly enough, a similarly random and even stranger series of events landed me a free trip to Vegas, including a stay at Caesar’s Palace, which thankfully fell on the weekend before I was to start my new position. Perfect. I mean, I’m too poor to be a gambler, but I had seen enticing pics of the so-called, Caesars’ Garden of the Gods Pool Oasis, so I was excited to get wasted beside it and chill a bit before diving back in to the whole 9-5…er, 10-6 thing again.
I recruited my male partner-in-crime, Girlfriend Jones to come with. His tales of previous trips to Vegas made him a natural choice – the one about the garbage bag skirt is hands down the funniest, most amazing story I have ever heard. Seriously, it’s incredible. Plus, I hadn’t been to Vegas since before the Dunes was imploded, so I needed someone who knew the scene a bit. We set off VERY early Saturday morning, powered through a day of walking the strip (it took only 15 minutes before we saw an Elvis impersonator – NICE), incredible rum-based cocktails consumed outdoors at Rhumbar (Mirage Hotel), and finally a late-night stop at local gay dance club, Krave, where GFJ ended up meeting – well, that’s a story for another blog. Read the rest of this entry »