Then later, I guess we hit the Bellagio too. Despite the amount I go out, I'm kind of a lightweight when it comes to booze and the free scotch that was flowing at the casino ended up making me too drunk to do much besides...
I ended up flying into San Jose and staying near the airport there (neither Philip or I had any sense of the geography out here and at the time, this seemed to make sense) I checked into my room at the Hyatt (where my comments are appreciated) and got on the phone trying to find something to eat. Even though it was only 11pm, there was NOTHING open in the vicinity. My only choice was...
After Piebald, Mandy and I checked out some other band (I forget their name) because Mandy's band was going to be playing a few shows with them and she wanted to say hi and support them. Then we met up with the Fatty and went back to Sarah's hotel (where I was now staying) to get out of the heat and relax for a while.
...Fatty and his band were staying! Fatty and Scott (the band's road guy) had gotten into town from NYC via van earlier that day and were kind enough to let me crash in their room. Thanks guys!
After dinner, Liz left Fatty in the room to go make a phone call. We thought she would be gone longer and so when she came back early, she was given sneakpeek into what "macho" guys like Fatty and I do when there aren't ladies around we have to worry about showing off in front of.
After we checked into our hotel room, Fatty and I decided we were going to see if any bars were open and Liz decided she was going to go to sleep. As we were getting ready to leave, she came out of the bathroom in this hot number and explained "Frank (our good friend and Liz's fiance) made me take the flannel cat pajamas - he didn't want you two clowns thinking anything dirty - and these flannel pajamas that, as you can see, have cats on them, will no doubt prevent that." Hahaha.
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