wynn’s hotel
Our stand was in a pretty cool place and we had lots of names and faces drop by, except doyle who whizzes by on his scooter thingy (they are everywhere over here)
is there something on my chin? the parkinson show featuring scott grey.

i’ll never know if it’s grey or gray. knowing scott he wouldn’t mind i’m sure. being on the wagon, these two opt for hanging at GLE stalls instead of propping up the bars of the rio.
some fella who won the irish open once, i hear he’s huge in kansas:

some dude from kansas comes up, sees marty playing on the screen behind us and is bowled over. he gets marty to sign ten irish open dvd’s that he’s going to give to his final table players in his monthly poker tournament. Marty was chuffed and delighted that his autograph count got in to double figures.
i’m almost sure that’s allen cunningham

just as we were taking our stand down, michael the third swans in sipping a whiskey.
nice fella.
ME ME ME ME ME ME ME
Vegas is amazing in that, if you can think it, it can happen.
We celebrated my 29th revolution of the sun in a rain forest themed club - in a desert. unbelievable. the place was so oppulent, and yes that is a waterfall in the background:

as a special birthday treat, we were allowed break dance our way around wynn’s:

wynn’s was such a nice place that i didn’t mind losing my b******s to them at the roulette wheel.
roland with two mingers: