For some reason, no ever believes me with this one... Our annual familay vacation is out in Las Vegas. Not that big of a deal, but maybe you just need to know my family. This year, it was me, my brother, sister, mom, dad, aunt, uncle, and two cousins who journeyed out to Caesar's Palace in Vegas, hung out for a few days, blew through my sister's college fund before coming back east. This year seemed a lot more exciting that last year - going to clubs, driving around, gin and tonics and $50 handshakes to get into Studio 54 (long story). Anyway - here's my brother and I chilling with Caesar and his ladies.


Big Dig Crowley (aka, my dad) went the "mad player" route, renting a Jaguar for us to tool around in all week. Here's me all impatient with the lackluster valet service at the New York, NY casino.


Me and my brother enjoying some nugs. We Crowley kids love the nuggets.


Part of the vacation is always leaving the casino scene and hitting Circus Circus where we blow through rolls of quarters on stupid carnival games (my 16 year old sister is too young to gamble). Here's me and my dad attempting to launch a rubber chicken not into the pot (you hit the chicken in the pot to win a prize), but rather trying to launch it over the booth. After 2 trips to Vegas and about $50 bucks on this game, we haven't been able to clear the booth. No joke - they called security on us this year, but we left before things got hectic.


Picture this - pool at Caesar's Palace. Five feet deep. Lifeguards everywhere. "No diving" signs all over the place. I bet my brother $5 bucks he couldn't pull off a flip into the water w/out getting caught. Damn son of a bitch pulled it off.

(also see, Las Vegas Family Vacation 1999.)