Captain's Log: Stardate 10906.8
It certainly feels good to be back home. For the last five days, I was in Sin City on official Starfleet Business. Well, most of it was business. OK, half of it was business. Really, it was like a day and two nights of business. There was some business in there.

I'm told the "L" in Las Vegas stood for lounges, lapdances and lousy odds. But what the hell, I was in the City of Entertainment. I had to experience at least one of those three. Figures, I chose the last.

It all started with a craps table at Casino Royale, which has about as much in common with its James Bond namesake as the Enterprise with any one of the Americas Cup challengers. My play went on for quite some time, but, to be honest, after three hours next to chain-smokers from Philly, I started rooting for 2s, 3s and 12s.

The real heartbreaker came on Saturday in a Hold 'Em poker tournament at Imperial Palace (please note that I was staying at Bellagio, but the costs to just get into games there were so high that I figured we wouldn't see new sails for years -- had to go elsewhere to play.) So there I am, at the table with six others, knocking one out at a time. The first to go was a woman who, after three hands, asked the dealer for a list of what beats what, and then couldn't understand why we were all laughing at her.

Two hours go by. The blinds are $300/$600 and I'm heads-up with this middle-aged bald guy from Seattle. We didn't have eight players, so it's winner takes all (less 10% to the casino.) If things go well, I'll have over $300 in my pocket.

I get pocket 6 and 7, suited, from the dealer -- definitely worth going to the flop. I make my bet and the three cards drop to the table. 8, 9 and 10. My poker face is on -- the same one I use on the crew during races to make them think I know what I'm doing. We bet. Another card -- an Ace. I'm thinking he has an Ace, cause I see him smile. We bet more. Another 6 drops.

I go all in. So does he. $21,000 in chips sitting in the middle of that table. The crowd came in to watch and we stand. The skin-head freak had a 7 and a Jack! The bastard! I would call him worse, but he was actually a pretty nice guy.

I'd say the biggest problem about being in Vegas is that you push yourself to stay out all night until the wee hours. But, being from the east coast, your body automatically wakes you up at 4:30am, so you get to see the sunrise:

Big deal. I had a good three hours of sleep. I'll check email and then go back out to the tables. Standard way of life in this town.

And that's when I found it.

You see, the first night of our business meeting, I was approached by quite a few smiling people who had sailed with me during one of our August business cruises asking, "Aren't you Edd Schillay, Captain of the Starship Enterprise?" Funny, I never get tired hearing that. I began to think about the crew, the boat, our history and how the log is viewed all over the world. I knew it was only a matter of time before our adventures in Eastchester Bay would reach mainstream. And finally, in Vegas, I see it has -- the ultimate tribute to our sailing expertise, down to the picture of the boat on the left as well as Kurt and I on the right:

Viva Las Vegas!