9AM Vegas time: After nine hours of sleep, we're awoken by the sound of the alarm clock, our plan to stick somewhat to New York time already blown to Hell by sleeping till noon EST. The previous evening was an audition for a Vegas zombie movie: three overly tired morons walking from the Excalibur (or Disney Vegas) to Harrah's, only to wind up in Margaritaville. It was a mellow start to a long weekend.
We arrived at the airport yesterday and immediately went on the hunt for The Shadow. The Shadow doesn't fly Southwest with the rest of us mortals, even if its conveniently located fifteen minutes from his house. Instead he hops the LIRR, goes to JFK and hops on JetBlue.
He was supposed to arrive an hour before we arrive but on this day, JetBlue fucked him. An hour late, AND he checked his bags. We finally get out of the airport and are picked up to get our rental car, a beatup white Jeep Wrangler with rag grey top and trailer sized tires.
We got in the car and headed to the Excalibur to check in. The hotel lacked the kitsch and cheese we had hoped and instead looked like Cinderella's castle with a bunch of kids running around. Not the environment we had expected for a full on twisted weekend but we would have to make do.
Got settled, got back in the jeep and ate. Hit the road and headed out to the Red Rocks Park for a 13 mile driven loop with Silky's cousin Diane and Dominic. The Rocks were pretty cool. Off season so it wasn't very crowded and a little cool out. The whole park was situated in a
valley with ridges of multicolored rocks on every side as we drove through sipping beers.
At night we met up with some people from the wedding (the whole reason we're here) at Margaritaville. My friend Jon from college who lives out here met up with us for a few beers. After a long day we went back to the room and passed out.
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