I drove straight back to Vegas from San Diego, stopping only for fuel (I didn't have to get any food, as Joe had made me a whole Pizza to take with me - it was delicious, too!).
I got in around 1:30 am or so, which was late, but still earlier than Jeff and Dan - they were at a poker tourney at the Mandalay Bay casino until 2:00 am. Jeff won $500.00, which, Jeff explained, covered the $400.00 dinner he & Dan had earlier in the evening ($285.00 wine bill - I'm beginning to think Jeff may have a wine problem - I know if I was spending that kind of cash on wine, it'd be a problem).
Friday morning Jeff, Dan, and I headed over to the tennis courts at Bally's for a tennis lesson (as opposed to, say, a fencing lesson) - I hadn't played tennis in twenty years, so I wasn't exactly overcome with enthusiasm for it, but what the hey, I could use the exercise.
The lesson was given by a woman of sixty, maybe sixty-five, who was as energetic as an eight-year old hopped up on caffiene fortified Mountain Dew. She was a retired professional tennis player who had once made it to the quarter finals of the U.S. Open, and though she didn't have the game she once had, she was still a very, very good tennis player.
She smoked my ass is what I'm saying here. Three hours of tennis, and she didn't break a sweat. I was all done in.
After tennis we headed back to the house. Jeff and Dan were still a bit tired from the night before, so they both were opting for naps. However, before jeff took a nap, he barbequed a few brats for lunch for us, and we sat around chatting for awhile. I told Jeff about my side trip to the abbey, and he got a little chuckle out of it - which I expected and accepted as an appropriate response all things considered.
I went to the gym to soak in the hot tub while Jeff and Dan napped. Evie had gone off to see a movie (Blades Of Glory, which she said was very funny). I had pretty much the same experience at the gym this time as previously - the hot tub was free of people though, which was nice - I didn't really want to sit in a hot tub full of cologne and perfume wearing posers.
When I got back to Jeff & Evie's it was time to get dressed - we were all going out to dinner with Peter and Darcy at Delmonico's at the Venetian. I put on the best clothes I brought and we were off.
Delmonico's is undoubtedly the single best restaurant I've ever eaten at. From the appetizers to the dessert, every single scrap of food was delicious. And the wine...oh my God. Peter's wine mentor is the Sommelier for Delmonico's (the Sommelier for Delmonico's is actually a Master Sommelier - there have only been 128 Master Sommelier titles awarded since 1976, so that is a pretty heady designation). We were served wine from four different areas of the world, and a true Spanish Sherry that was just incredible. I was overdosing on sensation, I swear.
Time flies when your having fun, and that night was no exception. We had sat down in the restaurant at 9:30 pm, and we didn't leave until 1:00 in the morning!
The next morning Jeff, Evie, Dan & I all had a great breakfast together. Then I had to get on the road back to Denver - over a week away from work, and I knew I would have a ton of catching up to do. I was right, and I still haven't caught up yet. But the trip was worth every minute of overtime I'm now putting in.
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