Trip to the Hard Rock
So, my brother and I decide to make a last minute trip to Biloxi, as we are so prone to do. When he and I used to live in Tallahassee (yes, he is a Nole. Yuck!), we would make the trip to Biloxi at least twice a month. So close and yet so far was our motto. We would usually stay at the Treasure Bay, which before Katrina was our favorite place on Earth. It was very old-style Vegas. The Pit Bosses all recognized us, and the dealers and cocktail waitress (and waiters, hah!) were exceptional fast, and cool. It was a great place.
But since the disaster, we have been usually staying at the Beau Rivage or the Hard Rock. This time we chose the Hard Rock. For those who haven’t been there yet, the Hard Rock is a great place. We rolled in at around 7:30 on Friday and hit the tables immediately. The place was moderately filled but we knew that it would be the spot a little later.
Around 9:30 or so my lucky run hadn’t hit yet, but I was down about half a pack of smokes and up about 6 vodka-red bulls and I was ready to take advantage of this:
(This deal is good through Jan.31st 2009 btw)
The food at Vibe was awesome. We both had steaks and graduated to Grey Gooses on the rocks. Full, and with some renewed liquid courage, we strode boldly back to the tables. The Hard Rock’s Casino is oval with the bar as the center piece and that is where you want to be at 11pm on Fridays in Biloxi. We we lucky enough to slur our way into a group of college brats and we commenced the hunt.
My girl was was the grenade of the crew (of course) and I jumped on it with gusto. I let my bro, the far better gamer of our pair take the reins and the night ended with some serious slobbering but unfortunately ended a little early. The good news was they would be in town till Sunday and we set up a rendezvous at Detox.
To see the Detox Girls, click HERE
For the uninitiated Detox is the Biloxi version of Rehab at the Hard Rock in Vegas. It is essentially an all day pool party at the beautiful Hard Rock pool. We get there an hour and half early and run into them around 4. We are of course blasted. Things are going great for my brother but crappy for me. My mouth being the ususal suspect. I had mentioned that I am in financial planning to my girl, so “that makes us both whores!” She seemed to take offense to this and starts whining about something. “Are you calling me a whore?!” blah, blah, blah….
I try to console her with my usual soothing words. “What I meant was that you’re different from the other whor… from the other girls…” Anyway, she didn’t bite and ended up talking her other not-so-hot-friend-at-this-point to going off somewhere with her while I sat there trying to remember the correct English phrase that would obtain me another drink. Alas, I ending up thinking way too hard and passed out in the pool. I woke up sitting against a wall in the parking lot watching two laughing bouncers walking away from me.
My brother put another notch on his well-marked board as I found out the next day. We left Biloxi laughing our asses off again, cause I actually ended up winning enough to cover our room, gas, and food. I LOVE BILOXI!!!!!