Erwin, friend to us both from Melch's days at Brown, is getting married and was having a bachelor party. Erwin is no ordinary bachelor and this was no ordinary bachelor party.
Sure, it happened in Vegas, but there were more gourmet restaurants and fewer strippers than usual. There was also one more Delorean than usual.
|Don't see that every day|
Some epic Spanish tapas was on the menu when we arrived on Friday. We thought that the giant paella dish meant that there'd be a lot of paella, but then we figured that it was really thin in the pan so it wouldn't be that much. Then they brought it out in serving dishes and it turned out that we had been right in the first place: it was a LOT of paella. Beyond that, there were more meats than we have English words for (but not more than there were Spanish words for).
We were staying at Treasure Island, which has a really campy Sirens show every evening. Really campy.
|The show is like a 20 minute long that's what she said joke, except it's mostly not joking.|
I think it was a point of pride for Kurt that the waiter finally tired of making us mimosas and just brought us two bottles of the bubbly and some OJ.
Melch and I briefly took our leave for the group so that I could watch my rugby team play the Las Vegas Irish side. By chance their away game happened to be on the same weekend in the same city. The Grunions fought valiantly but the injury-depleted side was playing one man down and that was just too much.
We returned to the strip to join the group for some Treasure Island pool magaritas. We might have
creeped out made friends with some lovely females. What happens in the champagne-addled pool-goers mind stays in the champagne-addled pool-goers mind.
By late evening our appetites had finally recovered from our morning excesses and it was off to the Venetian for Carnevino, Mario Batali's swank steak house. The service was good, the food was good, the knives looked cool and the bill was high. All was as expected.
|My friend owns a Z not too dissimilar from this one|
|Nice view at Bouchon|
Even though it wasn't a normal bachelor party, it contained the proper Vegas elements: a deficit of sleep and an excess of pretty much everything else. All was as it should be.