We arrived just before noon yesterday. As I arrived, I called Bill to see where he was. The reply, "Stay where you are, I have a car coming to get you." Bill, the gregarious fellow that he is, managed to meet a total stranger on the plane who was then kind enough to drive us to our first destination from the airport, which was Commander's Palace. The stranger, Keith, was in town for the boxing match at Mandalay Bay, and promised us that he would get us into some of the best parties, with free drinks, beautiful women, and celebrities.
We have not yet heard back from Keith.
Commander's Palace has $0.25 martinis at lunch on Thursdays, and we met Bill's friend Joel, who is an allergist in the Vegas area. Instead of a martini, however, I enjoyed a Fat Tire ale (brewed by the New Belgium Brewing Company in Ft. Collins, CO) which I used to love when I lived in Denver but which is not widely available (if available at all) in Michigan. The food is some of the best gourmet Cajun food from the famous New Orleans eatery. When the check came, I was shocked that between Joel and Bill, who had four martinis, they spent a mere $1.00, while my three beers cost $16.50. Definitely an inequitable distribution of liability, if you ask me.
Following lunch, Joel drove us to the hotel, and we checked into the Westin, which is a smoke free hotel with a modest casino. We first collapsed in our rooms, and then we went downstairs, hung out, played $1 craps and prepared to attend the reception for my seminar. Bill drank more. We were slowly realizing that for the first time in a long time, we were sans children, and there would be no overarching demands made upon us for the next several days.
We next traveled to the Wynn Hotel and Casino for the reception. All the famous trial attorneys on both sides of the bar were there. Since what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, they shall all remain nameless ;) Bill had about six drinks, I had a mere two, but we did meet a wonderful woman, who shall be referred to as M (the only non-lawyer in the room), who we conversed with during the festive hour. The food, I might add, was mediocre, per Bill and his extraordinary palatte. He tried three plates, just to be sure.
Following the reception, M, Bill and I proceeded to Okada (click on the Wynn, then Dining, then Okada), the newest fancy Sushi and Fusion Japanese restaurant in Vegas. Bill had called me last week and requested that we reserve a table there, as Nobu at the Hard Rock was waning in trendiness and popularity (though I subsequently found out Bill at at Nobu just a month ago and really just wanted to try something different). The surroundings are spectacular with a 150+ foot waterfall as the centerpiece of the dining room. We tried many dishes that were new to our palettes, including a trio of Japanese ceviche, the seared fois gras on top of Japanese eel, a spectacular spicy tuna roll, and phenomenal soy sauce. We also managed to depart with a fairly modest dinner bill.
Then Bill, curious about what the rooms at the Wynn looked like, asked M if we could see her room. I was shocked and taken aback by the abject forwardness displayed by this request, but M all too hastily agreed. After checking out the room, which was quite large and had a spectacular view, we departed, walked down the Stip for a bit and returned for a good night of sleep to prepare for tomorrow.
More to come tomorrow. |