Night 0
Our planes landed close to 2300 Pacific Daylight Time, and we took a Town Car straight to our hotel, the Treasure Island. Even though we were all exhausted, we decided to venture out for some food. For some reason, a strange girl invited Joe to say hello to her friend because it was her 21st birthday. Now he’s in their pictures.
We finally retired after 0100 PDT, which for us was 0400 EDT.
Day 1
We woke up from our jetlag comas and caught the view from the hotel. Sadly, it is not of the strip.
Yes, that is a Trump tower.
While Edwin was at his fancy Black Hat conference, Joe, Charlie, and I killed time by soaking up skin cancer rays and blowing perfectly good money on slot machines. Then we blew even more money on lunch.
This sandwich cost me $15.
After Edwin was done being professional, we rested up for a night out.
Night 1
It all started with a drink called the Zombie Pirate. Two of them. Some even had three. We shouted to each other about work, women, and Ron Paul. We toasted the Old Dominion, Las Vegas, and Ron Paul. Amazingly, we did not get kicked out of the bar.
There were three different types of rum in this bad boy, including 151.
After thoroughly getting smashed, we stumbled over to a Cisco private party. Somehow Edwin and his work buddy managed to talk their way in, and luckily for us, it had an open bar and catered hors d’oeuvres. We went from smashed to hammered and back to smashed again.
While there, we got a front row seat to the bizarre pirate show with accompanying laser lights and hip hop music. Then we hung out at the party and hotel casino and bars before retiring to our rooms.
THE END
Update: The night was pretty wild. Joe stripped down to his underwear, found a guitar from Lord-knows-where, and tried to pick up chicks. One of those chicks wasn’t happy:
Just kidding, we found this on the strip while walking around.