The Week In: Debauchery -- Boy Meets Vegas

As the old/cliched/major advertising campaign saying goes, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Well, Cosmodrome readers, that ain't so this weekend as I head to the city of sin for massive amounts of debauchery and chaos. Here are some specs:

1) I, mwang, have never been to the city. I'm a casual poker player and have been to two casinos in my life, each time limiting myself to an allowance of $100. And I didn't enter each establishment until at least 3am each time. The first casino I went to was two years ago in Palm Springs. And I may have been on ecstasy at the time. So I lost my $100 and called it a night. The second time, Atlantic City, I found myself drinking heavily at some bar when my friend suggested that we take a quick bus to the Jersey shore. This was at 1am. We reached an incredibly depressing casino around 3:30 EST and left after six hours of staring at cards and trying to sober up, while playing hold 'em with a bunch of senior citizens and drunks who couldn't help but bet their rent money.

2) This trip to Vegas is, ostensibly, for my brother's bachelor party. My brother and his friends, being very wealthy day traders and bankers, plan to spend a lot of money. Very simply, everything, minus gambling, but including food, booze, and possibly strippers, is on the company card. Should be interesting.

3) I will be sending dispatches on Friday and Saturday nights, most likely completely wasted and attempting to find any type of coherence to report my experiences. I take a redeye flight back on Monday morning and may do some fierce editing upon my return. I hope you all enjoy.

The key to this entire trip, aside from my best man duties, is the possibility of playing craps, saying "Daddy needs a new pair of shoes," and then throwing my busted Chuck Taylors on the table to prove I actually do mean it. Wish me luck.