I made it back from Las Vegas in one piece. This alone is a huge accomplishment and should make up for the lack of postings. Like the old saying goes..."I need a vacation after my vacation." I am worn out after that trip. If life did not require me to get out of bed this week I wouldn't.
One week ago today I was sitting in the car on my way to Las Vegas. We ended up getting out of Boise a little later than we planned. Originally we were not going to get out of here until after 3:00PM but managed to hit the road at 2:00PM. I picked up the other 3 guys that were riding with me and we hit the road. We had to drop off one of the cars for one of the wives to drive home, then we stopped for gas. I knew things were going to get going when I noticed one of the guys up at the counter with an 18 pack. Party on!
Without going into minute by minute details of the road trip - let's fast forward 9 and 1/2 hours later as we arrive in Las Vegas. After a few wrong turns and a couple of phone calls we find the house. Everyone except the trip organizer is out at the strip. I am just wiped from the trip and the "party" that was my car on the way down. I decide I am going to crash while the drunken trio I arrived with decide to go hit the strip. They leave, I crawl into a roll out bed by the laundry room. There are several people that are going to be leaving the next morning so we will sort out rooms then.
I call my wife and end up talking to her for a bit. I am just hanging up with her when two other people arrive from the airport. I get up, get dressed into my swim trunks, and go hit the hottub with them. Turns out their flight out of Boise was delayed by 3 hours and they still have no idea why. A nice soak, a couple beers and its back in bed at 3:30AM.
I get woken up at 6:30AM by the return of the party posse. I get up, and get to watch the 3 of them beat the hell out of each other. Bear hugs, body slams on the tile floor, head slams into the walls (broke a socket cover or two I think), and forehead smacking. Two of the 3 are covered in red hand prints and one has the beginnings of a black eye. Nothing says good times like getting the shit kicked out of you! Here is a breakdown of the party posse and their drink consumption:
18 Pack Beer
18 Pack Beer
Big bottle of Jagermeister
Bottle of Crown Royal
That is just what they drank on the way down there and once we hit the house. I have no idea what they drank while out at the casino.
After some breakfast they posse crashes out. The rest of us spend a nice relaxing day out in the pool and the hottub until game time. Our first game was at 6:00pm and we dominated. Final score was 9 to 3. I started the weekend off on an up swing getting 2 goals and 3 assists in the first game. Everyone is pretty tired after the game so we just head to the house and hit the tub again. I think I crawled into bed at 2 or 3 am.
Next day was a lot of the same. Hang out at the pool (it was almost 80 degrees outside) until game time. Out game was at 3:15pm so plenty of time after to do something. Did I mention after the first game that the girlfriends of the team we played started calling us "sandbaggers" as we left? Yeah, us sandbagging. Okay I might have believed it until our next game started. Total destruction was brought upon us by the other team. Going into the 3rd period we were down 7 to 0. We did manage to end up with a final of 7 to 4 loss, and we felt really good about that. I did manage to get 2 goals and 2 assists in this game.
Friday night was BBQ night. $245 was spent at the store just on stuff for diner. We had steak, baked potatos, broccili with cheese sauce, shrimp, wine, the works. I was beyond stuffed. Then it was hottub time. Our game on Saturday was set for 10:30am so I wanted to get some sleep before.
Saturday's game went about as well as the Friday game. We got schooled. Kind of takes that whole "sandbagger" idea and tosses it right out the window. I wonder what those women were saying about the other teams that slaughtered them? It didnt help that our goalie hurt his back the night before and couldnt move. He ended up not being able to play at all. We had to take one of the guys on our team and make him play goalie. He was the only one there who had ever played goalie before. His experience consisted of a few games as a goalie about 6 years ago. That didnt work out so well for us. Okay, so the tournament is done for us...what now?
Yup, hottub, pool, drinking and just relaxing. Oh yeah, the posse did manage to go out every night we were there, and get completely smashed. I have no idea how any of them were able to skate after the nights they had. Every morning after they went out, the entire first floor of the house was covered in those little porn cards they hand out on the strip. You know the ones...the ones that show really hot woman on them that says they will come to you for $65 no obligations? That is until you realize the girl on the card is actually a porn star and there is no chance in hell you will see that girl show up. I guess if they put a picture of the girl that actually shows up on the card - you would be way less likely to call.
The trip back took about 9 1/2 hours as well, but was a lot less "party" oriented. I think the 3 of them are doing a 12 step rehab program right now. I didnt go crazy while I was there, but I sure as hell didnt get much sleep. Average per night was about 3 to 4 hours. I have yet to catch up on that. It was a great time. The house was amazing. The tournament, while short for us, was really fun. It was great to play against teams I have never seen before. I am so doing this again next year - only this time I am taking Jayna with me.
Pictures will be posted soon. I actually took a couple the first night we got there, then completely forgot to take any more. I know I know, I will do better next time.
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