Vegas, baby

Five Rivals.com shirts? Check.

More shorts than I know what to do with? Packed away.

Laptop? Got it.

Camera? Ready to roll.

My secret poker money stash? Check and double check. (Just don't tell my wife.)

Okay, I'm ready for Vegas.

My morning flight to Sin City leaves 8:30 a.m. from Atlanta on Monday morning. Seat 15C, you and I are going to be great friends for nearly five hours over America.

I love flights to Vegas. There isn't a bad mood on the plane. Just pure greedy thoughts of striking it rich in the casinos with no clocks and windows. The big bird is completely full and probably overbooked knowing Delta.

I'll be in one of my favorite cities in the world this week for work.

Here's my iMix for the trip. As you can imagine, I should have great report back from my trip. Let$ hope it i$ filled with lot$ of thing$ that have to do with ca$h, hoop$ and $tories from the land of heat and poker chips.

That guy

I was standing in line at the cleaners the other day and I was listening into Johnny McCocky in front of me on his iPhone. Johnny sure was into Johnny. I wasn’t. He was there to pick up his and I quote:

“Um, yeah, wait just a sec.”

“Yeah, Brian. Hold on. I gotta pick up my Polo, extra starched, shirts. I’m going to Boston with Brittany.”

“Um, yeah, I need to pick up my Polos, extra starched. I’m going to Boston with my girlfriend this weekend for the Fourth.”

The Chinese guy behind the counter didn’t have to say much. I knew what he was thinking no matter what language we both spoke.

Complete d-bag.

The Todd, that’s the name I gave him, got his extra starched shirts, paid, talked on his iPhone with Brian, and jumped into his Hyundai and drove off.

Yeah, a Hyundai. I bet The Todd and Brittney are flying on a red-eye that he bought on priceline.com for $79.

But his shirts look really good. And starched.