It was 1997, we stayed at the Mirage. My dad got a bonus for his long-life cookies & milk preservatives he'd created. He said he wanted to take a vacation there and re-marry my Mom. Had a REALLY embarrassing incident on the plane with my parents in the plane's bathroom. He said his pen burst due to the altitude, but my mom's pantleg was covered in the blue stuff too. Anyway, did the usual tourist-y things: Saw the Hoover Dam, Wayne Newton show (Mom got to sign with him AND got hit on my him, dirty old man!). I wasn't 21 yet so got a fake ID, won a TON of money at the craps table. Made friends with a bunch of Jewish movie moguls. Of course, Dad lost all his money, and retirement money, and sold our plane tickets. Coolest part, I won 4 cars! I just put in a coin and won a car, and put in a coin and won a car, and put in a coin....well, you get the point. I knew from day forward I was forever hooked on Vegas!