Our cab was #717. I believe his name was Andrew.
Man, this cabbie can sure read people. We were leaving Hard Rock after AVN and didn't want to wait in line with the rest of the folk. Yeah, I know, we brought some CA ghetto to Las Vegas. We wandered out to the sidewalk and just kinda stood there glancing around.
This guy is in the line of cabs rolling up to pick up at the Hard Rock, but he rolls down his window and yells, "Hey, you two need a cab?" Ha, smart man. All he had to do was ask. We jumped in and this guy whizzed us back to the strip where we had parked. He was fast. He was a lot faster than the cabbie who took us to Hard Rock. In fact, I think Andrew's fare came up 4-5 bucks less than the first cabbie. So, of course, I tipped him just that much. I had already assumed I was going to pay that amount anyway.