RexFest is off to quite an early start.

I got text messaged at 7am or so from Adam who flew in late last night, and didn’t really get any sleep due to the eight hour jet lag from London (and I hadn’t slept either), so we decided to hit the Peppermill for breakfast.

By the time I arrived at the Peppermill, he was parked in front of a video poker machine and had already turned $3 into $45 (which oddly required a hand pay) … so the luck of the English is still intact.

I don’t gamble when Adam is in town, because he doesn’t leave any money for anyone else.

He also doesn’t leave behind any American girls with their virginity still intact … but that’s another story.

I’m pretty sure he single handedly supports the economy of Great Britain solely through Las Vegas gambling winnings.

Now that the Spice Girls are officially over, somebody has to keep those Limey’s afloat.

Adam has risen to the occasion.

Anyway, we ate and got full. I got extremely full to the point that I felt like a bloated pig, and still left this behind:

You could feed half of Bangladesh with my leftovers alone.

The Peppermill has never been known for leaving people hungry.

Anyway, we strolled through the Riviera briefly, copped a brass ass feel, checked out the Fontainebleau, Echelon and Encore construction sites, then hit the Wynn.

We tried to sneak into the pool, but were thwarted.

They did let us onto the golf course terrace, though.

I tried to half-heartedly bullshit the hostess by telling her that I was a personal friend of Steve Wynn and that I demanded their finest bottle of champagne.

She looked at me and said “Did you really think that would work?”

I said “No”.

Then she smiled and said “Go ahead and hang out on the porch.”

There’s nothing like outright pity to get you into some cool places in town.

I’m not much of a golfer, but the course is very nice looking from the terrace.

Anyway, we took in the nice view from the porch, started sweating like pigs in the 105 degree heat, and decided to go back inside.

The poker room was dead.

So was the casino.

They had a row of empty $50 and $100 blackjack tables.

If I owned a casino, I would lower the limits when there is nobody playing.

But I don’t own a casino, so it doesn’t matter.

After circling the pit a couple of times, Adam went off to look for a craps game (and some more American tail), and I headed back to the air conditioning of my own home to surf porn.

I think there are only a few people in town so far, the majority are coming in tonight.