We did our 5th dollar Jacks session of $10K coin in each in the morning. I had a nice steady time of it, hitting five quads and finishing up $100. Now that was more like it.
|Where did this come from? IT'S IN THE SAUCE!!!!|
The Quadless Queen had a terrible, terrible session - she got no quads at all. It's baffling and I'm only realizing as I'm writing up the report - in a nutshell, dollar Jacks does not seem to be her game. At all. She lost $800 on the session, which is totally understandable if you don't hit any fours of a kind.
Her day started off in a big fat fucking hole and she wasn't happy. One of the things she wanted to do was play some 100-play - but there were these two guys that were camped out on the machines - All. Day. Long. I mean allll day long. Hours and hours. I'm sure they are wonderful degenerates like us, but right now, they were in the QQ's way.
Breakfast at Magnolia's feature a return of the Secret Spanish Sauce du Luxe a la Tomato. I ordered some food to accompany it too. One of the things I ordered were the turkey meat sticks. They looked, well, as bad as the picture rightcheer. But I knew what to do - have them with Spanish Sauce du Luxe and I'd be able to choke them down.
We played at the Golden Nugget at the bar for a while, during which time I gave the Smug Nugget a light rogering, in the Boner Deluxe position. Just a warm-up.
The Quad Queen got on the board with a Boner Deluxe quad of her own, on 50 cents. Going by the picture, it was on her Lazarus hand. And then she headed up to the room to have a leisurely bath.
I went back to the Lonely Sloping Jacks machines. I wanted to play the end machine again - I had this feeling about it, that it was going to be a good one.
I booted the thing up with a hundy and started to play. It felt right and I was doing just fine. I muttered quietly to myself, out loud, "...this machine is going to give me a royal...".
And, about a minute later, well, it did. I was flabbersmacked. In happy-shock. My second dollar royal of the trip, our sixth combined royal, tying the record set in The Victory Trip, which purported to be the lucky trip to end all lucky trips. Well, if I've learned anything, it's never say never, never say purported, never say lucky trip in reference to the lucky trip you are on, and more importantly, never order the goddawful turkey sausages at Magnolia's. (Although... they are purported to give a lucky trip.)
Now it was my turn - I started phoning the Quad Queen with a vengeance, over and over until she had to get out of the tub. I made her get dressed (after drying) and come down to see the magnificence of my heart royal flush.
Actually, I'd hit the progressive - which tacked a full $16 on to my win ($11.80 after taxes) - giving the Smug Nugget a Full-on Rogering in the Royal Flush position.
I lay the blame squarely on the lucky Spanish Sauce du Luxe.
Man what a trip I was having! We were into the second week. I could probably coast it in from here and still have a winning trip. I wouldn't have to worry about what a shitty trip report it would make like I did last time. I wouldn't have to think about hanging around in dodgy taco stands where a catfight might break out so I'd have something interesting happen to write about. All good things!
The Quad Queen came down in time to take some pics and see me get paid.
We headed up to the room to take some money shots, and store some hundies in the safe. It was so nice to be putting hundreds back into our little brown envelope, the one we'd brought our stake to Vegas in, which had long since been depleted.
Again harping on last trip, I'd wanted to play some dollar Jacks in the high limit lounge at Luxor to see what offers might crop up (and to hopefully win their money).
So, we grabbed the rental, and headed off down to Luxor, back where - can I say it? - this JOURNEY - started for us in Vegas, some twenty years ago.