For a day yes but it's still Vegas, where the casinos never close and they serve drinks 24 hours a day.

For those not in the know, my wife's father is in Las Vegas for a week and we're going to surprise him by just showing up (I talked about when we were having problems getting the tickets).  The anticipation is growing because we're not sure how we're going to actually do the surprise.  Basically, we know his room number and our plan (very loose at this point) is to show up at his door around midnight tonight and just knock, perhaps even saying "housekeeping" to throw him off.  "What the fuck is housekeeping doing here at midnight", said Ed as he stumbles out of bed half asleep like acting like a drunk teenager who's parents are knocking at the door, looking for weed... come on, we've all been there.

But we're also anticipating seeing him in the lobby when we arrive (we've heard that he's been staying out late, Ed, you devil) and if this happens, we're thinking that I should just walk over there, stand next to him and ask him how his stay is going (as if I were an employee of the casino).  If I'm not too nervous and if this does present itself, we're wondering how long it'll take him to recognize me.  I'm his frickin' son-in-law, how could he not notice me... I'm merely a year or so away from bumping my wife out of the number 1 favorite slot (sorry honey)?  Well, since this is so out of context and he's not expecting it, we strongly feel that it'll take him a minute... actually, I'm kind of hoping for it.

No matter how it plays out, Ed is going to shit his pants when he finds out we're there; I just hope the casino will clean that up... "Clean up near the slot machines please, clean up near the slot machines.  Another father crapped his pants due to family surprising him in the lobby." (I'm sure it happens more than you think)

And yes, we will be blogging from Sin City... have laptop, will blog!