Around me, though, lives seem busier than martini shakers during happy hour.
I returned from the World Cup to attend my brother's bachelor party weekend at Silver Lake, south of Lake Tahoe. Thanks to Alex, we had a place to crash, fish, and relax. None of us struck out at the lake, pulling in a haul of rainbow and brown trout from a small aluminum boat and skinny dock. The late winter provided high water and cool weather for the weekend. We were able to catch the final games of the World Cup tournament down the road at the Kirkwood Inn.
Next on the news list is the first Zook/Petty anniversary celebration. To commemorate the big day, Stephanie and I put a mature mark on Sin City this past weekend. We arrived around 10 on Friday night, checked into our suite at the Venetian, and caught a late-night (for us) drink on the edge of the casino floor. We enjoyed the cover band, its indecent groupies, and an over served, over weight congregation of tourists.
On Saturday morning I enjoyed some strong coffee and a USA Today, then rousted my bride for a trip down to Bouchon for brunch. I went for the quiche and a bloody, while Stephanie chose a salmon baguette and a bellini. We then set out in the 113 degree heat for the Bellagio to find Le Cirque, the location of our anniversary dinner that evening. In the process of backtracking to our hotel, we walked the Forum Shoppes at Caesar's Palace, viewing the goods at Nike and Apple, then returned to the Venetian for a quick trip poolside.
The anniversary, somewhat appropriately, coincided with the NBA's annual Las Vegas Summer League, an arrangement of newly-signed draft picks and young representatives from certain teams vying to make impressions (and for some, make the team). It's a nice arrangement for the host UNLV, whose two joining arenas provide fans easy transition between games, teams, and players. The summer league also brings out coaches, veterans, and retired greats affiliated with either the league, particular organizations, or media covering the events. Some highlights for Stephanie and I include seeing Gary Payton, former Magic Dennis Scott, the entire Maloof family, Tyreke Evans and Jason Thompson, coach Paul Westphal, and assumed frenemies Vlade Divac and Rick Fox. I also bumped into Vinnie Del Negro in the elevator at the hotel, where I shook his hand and wished him luck on his new endeavor in Los Angeles. Another former great, Warrior Chris Mullin, casually strolled through the Southwest terminal while we waited for our departing flight on Sunday.
We watched an entertaining game in which the Kings fought back from a 16-point deficit to beat the Bulls by a point. The game included an Omri Casspi half court shot, an exciting moment that tied the game at the end of the third quarter. The game also led to my second televised appearance at a sporting event this summer.
If you can't tell from our attire, we left the game and went directly to our 8:30 reservations at Le Cirque. To kill 20 minutes, we sat down at the only slot machines Stephanie will play, "Deal or No Deal."
Our meals were amazing! Stephanie decided on the truffle risotto and the sea bass, while I picked the lobster risotto and a Chilean sea bass. We were extremely impressed with the experience, which we paired with a bottle of Rombauer chardonnay. For dessert, Stephanie (the baker) ordered/admired the Grand Marnier souffle, while I seized the opportunity to eat a tarte tartin with a glass of Hennessy VSOP. It was a lavish, indulgent, romantic experience we topped off with a walk down the strip, sharing barbs and jokes about our observations in the restaurant.
Though it happened from afar, we also welcomed my newest friend Owen August, the first child wrought by my dear friends Chris and Chelsea. Chris stands as my oldest school chum, and this experience has given me the opportunity to view the progression toward fatherhood through an entirely new lens. He and Chelse (whom I've also known since the early teenage years) have been insightful resources. Their humor and wit provide a uniquely humanistic perspective I've seemingly lost with others in the wash of small talk, baby-book jargon, or greeting card well-wishing.
They're facing the challenges posed by Ebstein's Anomaly, a condition they're carefully monitoring regularly. In addition to sending them our positive thoughts and best wishes, I'm adding some much needed excitement. I can't wait to meet this kid and watch yet another set of my mates raise a child.
The summer rolls on this upcoming weekend as my brother and his fiance give me one final opportunity to deliver a best man speech. Stay tuned for more reports on this occasion, my reconnection with my old friend Bill, and details on what I do with my rapidly shrinking summer vacation.
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