What they say is true; life begins at 40. I even met Ray Bradbury on my 40th birthday. But 42 was hands-down the best birthday I’ve ever had so far. Loads of love to M for making it so.
First stop and home base: Caesars.
↓ Flamingo, Sunday night, cracking into the 24th. Her first time at a table, and was running it immediately. I folded a couple good hands just to watch her work the pot.
↓ With childhood best friend Vicki, who met us for dinner with her awesome family. Her first-born are twin girls, the first of which she named Milena.
↑ Milena and Cassandra. Twins. Milena wants to be a lawyer, just like her auntie.
↓ Big Mick, Little Mick, Cassandra.
↓ Bellagio. Chinese New Year. Of the Rabbit.
↓ Aria.
↓ Monday. Took a cab down to a dump called the Sahara for a couple hours. Maybe you’ve heard of it. Dollar hot dogs, dollar drinks, and a great place to find a loose game of limit hold’em. HOLD THE CAB!!!
↓ After-dinner birthday wishes at Tom Colicchio’s Craftsteak! MGM Grand.
↓ Nightcap at the MGM. We’re kinda loving that poker room.
↓ Squeezing in one last hungover hurrah at Harrah’s before getting outta Dodge. No limit, that one.
And…
…we’re done.
(Until Cinco de Mayo, anyway!)
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