My friend Jae arrived last night from New York for Thanksgiving. He said he had decided to wear a suit the whole time he was in Las Vegas and got off the plane wearing one. This is probably the weirdest outfit you can wear in Las Vegas, unless you’re a card room manager. Naturally I will be wearing a suit while he’s here, too.
We headed straight from the airport to my local, McMullen’s Irish Pub (above), for some food and some Newcastle Brown Ale on draft (eat your heart out, PZ.)
Just got a message this morning that Jae was out at EagleRider, renting a motorcycle for his stay. This marks the official start of his traditional Thanksgiving dream vacation in Las Vegas.