Oh George, as good as your offer sounds to me, I'm not sure it would be the best of things to do...
I have this strange affliction.... I have a pention for wearing the color Orange.
On a $100 bet one St Patty's day, I strolled into O'Dooles wearing a electric neon orange workmans jumpsuit. . . The place went silent, the masses parted all the way to the bar. All I had to do to win was 'go in, drink a beer, and get out, alive'.
15 minutes goes by and my friend is getting worried. 20 minutes and he's flat scared. So in he comes. He finds me standing at the bar, quietly sipping my beer. There are three empty pint mugs in front of me. I'm quiet and the place is as quiet as a usual Wednesday evening of darts [strange for about 500 blokes celebrating the Pat.
Michael puts his credit card down and tells the barman he's covering my tab. Barman drops Mike's pint and goes off to settle the tab.
"Any trouble?" Mike asks through his suds.
"Not so's you'ld notice." I sipped and stared at the back bar.
One of the Rugby players came by and slaps his hand down on my shoulder, "Ever thin owlright? Rudy fer 'nother round?"
I couldn't look at him and keep a straight face as the barman had just put the charge slip down in front of Michael. "Naw, I think were about to push off. Thanks for askin anyway."
We both snuck a look at Mike as his eyes and face registered the $1,500 bar tab.
When I first walked up to the bar, and the smouldering crowd gathered in about to make English paste.... I turned to the barman and said, "you'd best be pouring a round on me as I explain that the joke is on my friend who will be along in a few minutes to pay the tab."
They all loved the joke, and respected the stupidity of taking the bet.
We'll see you in Vegas. Don't forget to stop by the booth, push your way through the crowds and up to the bar and say hi.