Matt and Dan are joined by Phil and Mike for a look back to their first group trip to Las Vegas, when they were just babes in the woods, thrilled at the prospect of cheap buffets, free decks of cards, and a chance to see naked ladies.
The breathtaking views of the Mojave Desert on the way to Las Vegas from Southern California. Dirt, followed by dirt, then some mounds of dirt.
The Bun Boy Restaurant in Baker, California, on the way to Vegas. It is the root of Matt’s annoyance all weekend.
We arrive at the El Morocco and Dan’s feeling lucky!
The captivating mermaids of Bally’s Fountain. Our first breasts of the trip! Unfortunately, they are out of reach.
Darin (smiling), Dan (kissing), Phil (fondling) see more mermaids, this time inside the brand new Mirage, and with accessible breasts, not surrounded by a moat.
Dan picks at the duct tape on the well-worn sofa in the El Morocco lobby and holds a roll of toilet paper stolen off a maid’s cart (she was later fired for that).
The Peppermill, Liberal Casino of Fun, where dollar blackjack and 25 cent strawberry daiquiris reigned supreme.
Mike, Darin, Mike, Dan, and Phil pose by a horse statue trapped behind a fence at Bally’s. The heat of the day is starting to hit the boys. Time for something cool.
And by cool, we mean “Nudes on Ice” at the Union Plaza. Gaze upon the the majestic cast and stage. Photo from a Union Plaza brochure.
And After the breasts, skating and jokes, we ventured into Downtown Las Vegas. This is Fremont Street before the canopy, the buskers, the kiosks selling crap , and the obnoxious music.
Phil, Darin, Mike, and Mike say goodbye to Venus at Caesars Palace and to the statuesque breasts of Las Vegas until next time. Dan stands in the background pretending he doesn’t care (he does).
