There were two important things going on that day. One, a meeting between all the owners of the big casinos on the Las Vegas 'strip' (I was the owner of the Mirage), and two, a huge wedding between close family friend Hanna Sattler and a very, very, very wealthy boy from India.
I don't know if you're aware, but people from India LOVE to celebrate, and Indian weddings are colossal events. There was traffic up and down the Strip, extending out of eye's reach. There was a mob of people trying to shove themselves into my hotel - the site of Hanna's wedding and following reception.
It was madness.
The meeting I was attending was across the street in Bally's. I don't really remember the details of it, but it had something to do with all of us (the owners) approving the construction of the new, San Francisco themed hotel. Regardless, when the meeting was over, I made the mistake of walking out onto the street to get back to my hotel.
What a mistake. The instant I hit the pavement I was just like everyone else - a tourist. People were rude and shoved a lot. By the time I got to the hotel property, I was pushed into line by the many, bottom rank employees I had who didn't even know who I was.
And that was that. I woke with the feeling of being thoroughly annoyed yet calm, knowing that Lisa, my Vice President of the casino, was running things from the inside.
That is all.
