Most of you really don't care about my poker tourney. So now I will tell you about my run-ins with "celebrities." This weekend was a busy one in Vegas. It was the Consumer Electronics Show where a bunch of companies make announcements and unveil new products for the upcoming year. For most of you I know this is really boring. It was also the Adult Video awards show this weekend. Imagine a mix of geeks and porn stars running around Vegas in a strange river of awkward homogeneity looking for tables to gamble and stores to shop. Very strange indeed.

This brings me to the highlight of the weekend. As I had lost quite a large sum of money (for me anyway) earlier in the evening, my brother and I were slowly but surely replacing important blood supplies in our veins with alcoholic goodness provided by Heineken, Bud Light, Jose Cuervo, Jagermeister and many of their good friends. We were sitting in the lounge in the Mirage and ordering drinks to the room IE to my dad's bill. (Thanks Dad!)

First, I would like to apologize to all the subjects of the drunk dials, with the exception of those of you who deserved it. Apologies go out to many of my brother's friends as well who received slurred greetings from him during our lovely evening. It was I who suggested that a call to my mother would be funny at 3 am Cleveland time, but I was kidding. It was my brother who made the phone call and talked to my mom for 15 minutes while completely blasted. For those of you who don't know my mother, you can probably imagine and appreciate the dynamic of a worried mom's voice at 3 am and the playful, trouble-filled voice that my brother uses to give everyone in his path a swift kick in the ass.

So, what was the reason for the drunk dial? Well, we were sitting in the lounge "tying one on" as they say in some places and who should enter the lounge? First a group of men walked in and sat down in a large circle around 3-4 tables. Then a couple of female porn stars walked in and sat down greeting all the men with the double-air cheek kiss, designed not to disturb the pancaked makeup that a porn star more than likely has plastered on her face to hide the years of cringing from fake pleasure while partaking in recreations involving snowy white stuff that doesn't require skis.