Saturday Recap

Let's see, where to start...where to start...

Shooter, Binh, and I went to Krispy Kreme to take advantage of the free WiFi. While there, we looked up Michael Jackson tributes since it would have been his birthday. We found one that looked good at the Hawaiian Tropic Zone at Planet Hollywood. A: it was free, and B: free sparkly gloves for the first 150 ladies! More on that later...maybe it deserves a separate post. Yeah, definitely getting its own post.

Anyhoo, after our research session was over, we met up with Mike and Ryan and gathered the troops to go get champagne brunch at Main Street Station. The Skidmores were nowhere to be found, so we texted them and made our way to the Station. Mike and I tried to introduce our guests to the champagne float (it's exactly what you think it is), but no one was impressed enough to make one of their own. For shame!

Our waitress was very good about making sure we always had full champagne glasses and enough OJ to make mimosas with, so we tipped her way more than anyone should tip a buffet waitress. When we left, we were feeling pretty good, and had located the Skidmores. We also met up with Jose in the lobby and headed upstairs to show him the deluxe accommodations.

After that, we all got in our swimsuits and rolled the cooler of beer that Jose had brought with him to the rooftop pool. This is a legitimate rooftop pool, up on the 24th floor, not the 6th floor like the Plaza. When we got up there, the pool attendant girl (she wasn't a lifeguard and she wasn't a bartender, so we'll call her an attendant) was all, "how many beers are in there?" Trying to make it seem like we didn't have a lot of beers (we had 36), I was all, "I don't know...6 or 12?" Seeing the crowns on my head and Mike's head, she told Mike, "clearly, you guys are celebrating something, so I'll let this one slide. We usually don't allow you to have your own alcohol up here since we have a bartender."

With that business out of the way, we hopped into the pool with the beach ball I got from the Target dollar section and had several close calls before it finally flew off the side of the building. I wonder what the people on the street thought when a beach ball randomly fell from the sky.

Gabe met us on the rooftop and said he found us by reading the blog. Awesome!

We all went back down to the 20th floor VIP suites and took (individual) showers and hung out for a while before getting into our magician getups in preparation for the MJ tribute. We knew the Deuce would take a while, so we left at like 7 or 7:30.

Ryan stayed behind to gamble and reported back to us later that he didn't do well in the poker tournament and was "raped" at the black jack tables.

Meanwhile, at Planet Hollywood, we sat down at some penny slots since we got there too early for the MJ thing. There was an MMA fight on the big screens there, so no one was allowed in. Our waitress figured out that it was our birthdays, so she brought our whole group raspberry lemon drop shots, which were delicious, in addition to the drinks she had served us before.

I'll end it here, because there's a lot to talk about with regard to the Hawaiian Tropic Zone.

Peace out, homies!

Also? Mike, Shooter, Binh, and Gabe: please feel free to fill in the blanks!!!