Metal Freak and Piano Bars Just Don't Mix

After settling into our room and laughing at the mishaps of the day so far, it was time to get out and play. We had a couple stops to make -Wild Bill's for Dave and the MGM to pick up our tickets to Ka, but the ultimate plan was to hit the Bar at Times Square at NY NY for some duelling piano action. I knew it would be a challenge to get Dave into the groove of what I consider to be the best duelling piano bar ever. I remember when it was the only one in Vegas. Now there are many, but none compare to the Bar at Times Square. My plan: ply Dave with alcohol and hope for many heavy metal songs to be played.

First stop - Wild Bill's, where Dave does a repeat of our last trip, quickly winning $300 at Texas Hold 'Em. In Dave style he knows when to walk away and we walk on to the MGM to get our tickets, only to find out Monday the show is dark and the box office closed. More laughter at our luck. Over to NY NY we go, where Dave picks up another $300 at Hold 'Em. Yes, this guy has horseshoes up his ass. I have lost my money to the slots and am ready to see if I can get Dave into the groove at the piano bar. I have decided to ease Dave in, so we stand back a bit, although I'm dying to be front and center. I try to be casual. I get drinks - part of my plying with alcohol plan. I am thrilled when they play a Metallica song - "See, I told you they play anything!!!". He is trying but I can tell he's not there yet. I decide more alcohol is in order so I get him a shot of tequila (the damn expensive good stuff he likes too!). The alcohol plan doesn't seem to be working. I plead with him to request any metal song and I'll pay to get them to play it (as one of the players said, holding up a request form "this is a suggestion" and holding up a request form with money, "this is a request".) He doesn't give me a song, despite my persistence. As I am slowing pulling us closer to the front it is becoming apparent that a metal guy just isn't into the duelling piano scene. Well, I tried.

With me having no plans whatsoever to leave (I have already told him I'm spending the entire night at this bar!) Dave is happy to leave me to my own devices and heads off to the casino. I quickly make friends with a girl (also named Angela - how serendipitous!) that was there alone. I told her I was going to be at the front all night and she was in with me immediately. So there we were front and centre, singing and dancing the entire night away. I believe we provided entertainment for the people around us, as I left momentarily to get a drink and was asked by the person behind me not to leave as she was having fun watching me (I am not sure if this was a compliment or not!!) I got to sit and sing with one the piano guys (very briefly as I am sure he quickly realized how horrible I sounded.) I had him get all the Canadians very excited and cheering loudly. And for the first time (I have been to this place a number of times and never paid for a song) I paid to get a song played and it got played immediately, which I loved! (I felt that one Tom Petty song really needed to be followed by another.)

To top off this most fun and fabulous night that I was having, I had two separate people tell me they thought I was 20. Yes, you read that correctly - 20! That is 17 whole big years less than my actual age! Although I wonder if it was more that I was just acting like a 20 year old. Hmmm. Anyways, after 41/2 hours of dancing my ass off, singing my heart out and working up quite a sweat (I consider this to be my workout for the month of April) Dave returned to find me and I was ready to make the long trek down the strip back to the Mirage.

You have to love Dave...he walked away with over $600 that night. He took breaks (unbeknownst to me) to walk by the piano bar to make sure I was okay (or more likely to make sure I wasn't making too much of an ass of myself - ha ha ha). And most importantly, he let me enjoy the one thing that I really wanted to do on our trip - spend at night at the Bar at Times Square. Not many guys leave their girls alone in a bar without any worries. And not many couples can let each other do what they want to enjoy on vacation, even if it means they are doing it without each other. This is the best thing about me and Dave and why he's the best person to go on vacation with. Our first night in Vegas, despite the many little mishaps here and there, which we both could only laugh off, was perfect!