Friday, December 2, 2016

Even Flushiepants...

...needs a Friday night off!!!

I'll see you all tomorrow morning.


Thursday, December 1, 2016

What's Your Wynn Score

Did you ever notice that they have the world's biggest olives at Wynn? They are like Kermit bowling balls.
The people that at the main check-in at Wynn are better looking than you, better dressed than you, smile bigger than you, talk better than you, and are better actors than you.

They act as though they like you. They act as if they think you are important. They treat you as if you are a high roller who happens to be slumming it but has a suitcase full of banded stacks of hundred dollar bills.

It's quite unnerving to someone like me who is more comfortable slipping in conveyor grease on the size 7 grommet line back home at Royal Canadian Veeblefetzer.

Of course, nobody in line in the main check-in lobby at Wynn is important or wealthy. Those people are checking in elsewhere, somewhere you will never see, in a separate VIP salon.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

I Turn You Turn

Day 8 - Sat Oct 29 - part 1

Saturday! The weekend!

One of the great things about vacation is every day is Saturday, pretty much.

And what a gorgeous Saturday it was. We had a busy slate of activities for the morning, which included getting in our second round at the Video Poker tournament at the California - even though we were staying at the Golden Nugget.

Unfortunately, our tournament time conflicted with the need to check out of the Nugget - it was after check-out time. And then we had to get our asses out of downtown. We tried a bunch of scenarios, even calling Blonde up over at the Plaza with the idea of schlepping our luggage to Blonde and Kodidog's room over there. They were willing, but all of a sudden we had a better idea, and put them on hold.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Up on Cripple Creek

Day 7 - Friday Oct 27 - part 2

As mentioned I enjoyed a long, hot shower, fully employing the first level of shower utility and decadence, and managed not to get any shaving goo in to my double Maker's Mark rocks. A triumph.

We kicked back a while longer, and I pumped out a live blog post to satiate the Flushies around the world, watching, waiting with their eyes, their rabid reading eyes, always demanding more, more, MORE - or - ELSE. If those rabid eyeballs could speak, they'd bite you.

And we decided to eat at Magnolia's again. I had a hankerin' for another disc.
Doesn't get much better than this downtown.