So here's a recap. Accuracy in this story will be strictly maintained unless it is better with a little embellishment or helps the storyline. All recollectons are subject to beer, vodka tonic and cigar induced haze.
Friday started in typical Drunken Bum fashion. Woz, Pete and Pat were on the same flight from Detroit to LV. On their drives down - Pete and Pat got a call from Woz asking where they were as he was on the plane and they were closing the doors. After a moment of sheer panic by Pete and Pat - it turns out Woz had
booked an earlier flight without realizing it.
Upon landing in VEGAS BABY the four of us went to Old Vegas to go see the Pawn Stars (History Channel Mondays at 10pm) store. The Old Man was behind the counter and let Pete snap his picture as long as he never stepped foot in the store again. Rick was in the back filming a new episode. Woz tried to sneak back there but was easily pushed away by a couple of fairly small female security guards.
On the way back we passed several bail bond places and the local jail. We also went by the famous Wedding Chapel. Pat went back to the bail bond emporiums and local drunk tank looking for a spousal candidates but was turned down each time. Pat thought he got a nibble from one wench but I thought it was just a good healthy burp. So we went back to the Wedding Chapel and took pictures of the Chapel and the three Elvisses (Elvi?) posing out front.
Pete was pissed that he left his Elvis suit back at home.