a sea of green
So Vegas is as good a place to celebrate St. Patrick's Day as any (being Irish myself) and a couple hundred thousand other people apparently felt the same way. We started off as the Nine Fine Irishmen Pub in New York New York, listenning to U2 cover bands as we had our green beer (at an ungodly hour). Throughout the day there were was celebrations of all kinds but thanks to our find (the half price ticket place)we decided to see Mr. Vegas himself Wayne Newton (yes you did read that right, Wayne Newton). Apparently we were trying to reeinact every Vegas Vacation scene we could think of (except winning like Mr. Pappagorgio sadly enough). So needless to say the show was as much cheesy fun as we could handle and when we walked outside there was a block party going on. Mini-Kiss (and I do mean mini-Kiss as in they were midgets dressed like the rock band Kiss) were playing to a packed crowd and I have to admit they were awesome (by far the best cover band I've seen recently and mini-Ace threw me a guitar pick which doesn't hurt). A good time was had by all except for the drunk kid who in a moment of pure wisdom put his head in the speaker and will probably have some explaining to do when he gets home and needs a Miracle Ear....