Day 9: Macau (Asian Vegas)

I was a little hesitant when the guy`s threw in a side-trip to Macau, but it definitely provided a whirlwind of entertainment. A high speed trifoil boat (made by Boeing, these things fly) leaves for Macau just about every 20 minutes, and with good reason. And leave it to Mrs. Green to get the party started and beer flowing. She can party!

Macau is nowhere near the size of Vegas, and it is more spread out, but the bright lights and high stakes allure of the casino have the same affect. Better than Windsor and Reno, but not quite at Vegas status, yet. Heaps of construction projects and a global economic shift could get it there in 10-15 years, though. We stayed at the Hyatt (thanks again, D Cooke) and started off at a low stakes craps table. Everybody had a hot hand at one point or another, but the Kevins kept the table rolling the longest. I saw one happy Chinese man walk away 5000 HKD ($650) richer after one of my turns with the dice. Kevin C (mustached, in red and gold), Mark (dirty mustached, in lime green), Joe (mustache, soul patch, chops, in Black, with fedora), and myself (split goatee, in Gold) brought the heat and turned some heads with our silky suave looks.

We bused over to the main block of casinos to find dinner and hopefully another hot table. We found dinner, beers, and a pitcher of margaritas for Mrs. Green, but the hot tables eluded us. We all tanked at the MGM Grand. We headed to the club playing crappy American Pop and chatted up the Philippino chicks at the bar. Joe made himself at home on the dance floor, but the atmosphere wasn`t what we were looking for and dawn was approaching awfully quickly, so we taxied back to the hotel.

Never leave a hot table is clearly the lesson learned here. Nevertheless, Macau is a fun side trip from Hong Kong if you`ve got time to kill and a silk shirt to look sweet in. One more full day in Hong Kong and on to Japan!