Vegas baby, Vegas
My best friend Chris and I met back in high school. Our story isn’t highlighted with tomfoolery like so many others who have shared a path for so long. No, back then Chris and I were the lovable losers straight from a John Hughes movie. We played basketball, worked part time at Sea World and quoted movies. We were definitely NOT the guys going to parties getting drunk and stoned.
Three and a half years ago, Chris honored me by standing by my side at my wedding. He was my best man, and continues to be so to this day. A couple of weeks ago, he asked if I would return the favor. He’s getting married in San Diego in May, to his longtime love Kristen (I know – Chris & Kristen… how cheesy!)
I mentioned to Jen that Chris wanted to have a guy’s weekend sometime in April, just to get away, eat some good food and play some golf. I was initially concerned about the financial burden, but Jen reminded me that best friends and their once in a lifetime events probably weren’t the appropriate time to pinch pennies. Agreed.
However, her unbridled support turned somewhat skeptical when she learned of the trip’s destination: Las Vegas.
Vegas has turned into a parody of itself. Practically a Disneyland for adults, including adventures that can give Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride a whole new meaning. Allow me to quote a favorite online columnist of mine, Bill Simmons:
The other problem is less serious and infinitely more annoying: Those “Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” ads, maybe the biggest head-scratcher in advertising history. Why would anyone ever inflict that much needless tension on their demographic? Who exactly are they appealing to? Adulterers? Druggies? Strip joint stalkers? Snuff film producers? I guess we were supposed to think to ourselves, “You know, I wasn’t gonna go, but I didn’t realize I could do morally destructive things with no repercussions — book me a plane ticket!”
Somewhere in Jen’s subconscious, this is probably where her skepticism about Vegas comes from. The stigma attached to unsupervised men wandering the Las Vegas Strip committing one depraved act after another.
The fact is, we are going to do almost the exact same things in Las Vegas we would have done at any other destination. Eat good food, hopefully play some golf, relax and reminisce about Chris’ glory days that he is about to put a permanent seal on and lock away for good.
Vegas obviously adds an interesting wrinkle. But not in the way Jen is worried about. For us, it’s about seeing random celebrities walking amongst us normal folk, quoting Swingers every 30 seconds, and of course the possibility of winning a few bucks at a $5 blackjack table. But that’s it… the debauchery isn’t for this crowd. We’re more likely to be in bed by midnight then up five hundy.

In reality, I know Jen isn’t that worried about me and what I’ll do in Vegas. The real problem with this whole scenario is that she pretty much has Carte Blanche to do whatever she wants for the next six months, with any static from me immediately quieted by the stinging “Hey, you are going/went to Vegas without me!” How that’s different from her doing whatever she wants the rest of the time is beyond me.
Td











