What Goes Around Spins Around Post-Trip Comp Spin

Postscript

I arrived in Toronto around 7:00am. I had a short wait and then it was on to Flusherville Regional Aerodrome, and straight in to work at North American Veeblefetzer.

At break, I was going over the trip results with Jimmy Poon. He pointed out a number of things I could have done better, where my strategy was week, and why I should use all my comp dollars at Four Queens to stay in their lowest costing room for 10 days straight on my next trip.

I just about got flattened into the metal table as someone pounded me on the back with one swipe.

"HEY FLUSHER, I HEARD YOU'RE A LOSER! HAHAHAHA! THREE GRAND, HOLY SHIT WHAT A SHIT YOU TOOK IN THE BED!"

Moosreiner.

"Actually," said Jimmy Poon, leaping to my defence, God bless him, "when you factor in comps and set a nominal aggregate value for gambling-time experience monetary equivalent co-efficient of say $100 a day, Flusher came in ahead."

I think Jimmy Poon had just explained to Jackie Moosreiner that the fun had in Vegas has a dollar value.

Perhaps it does, but I haven't included it here.

Comps April-May 2015 What Goes Around Spins Around Trip

Comp	Amount
Airfare on points, used extra for Business Class return	$500
Golden Nugget Room 3 nights Gold Club	$435
Golden Nugget Freeplay and Earned Free Play	$ 60
Four Queens Room 3 nights	$150
Four Queens Freeplay RF	$500
Four Queens Freeplay QQ	$400
Four Queens comp dollars earned	$140
Four Queens cashback	$ 70
Downtown Grand Freeplay	$400
Luxor comps (2 nights, bill reduced by $180)	$380
Luxor Freeplay and Pointplay	$ 55
California Parlour Suite 4 nights	$335
California food	$250
California cashback	$150
Downtown Grand earned freeplay	$ 25
Match play coupons, D freeplay, Wipe 'n Swipe	$ 50
Total Comps	$3,900

As you can see, when you add up the hard comps - rooms I would have paid for, free money I got as freeplay, match plays, or cashback, and food I would have paid for, I did pretty well on this trip.

I only paid for 2 nights, roughly, out of 15. (I had my Parlour Suite at the Cal until the limo came at 9:30 or so, even though I didn't stay in it overnight.)

As you can see, the $3,900 nicely offsets my gambling losses. I'd say that I milked the system pretty effectively.

And yet, somehow, I don't have three grand that I used to have. I'll just have to see about winning that back... next time.

Royal Flusher

Out!

Dinner is served.

Day 15 - Monday - part 2

More test holes with the last money I was going to gamble - the cashback.

Had a glimmer of hope...

 ...parlayed... and then this. I had to give up a straight, too.

And I honestly thought that that there was my last chance. Four to a Royal, my 24th try at it this trip, one card away from monetary and swollen, oversized package salvation (not to mention an unbelievable end to this trip report) and it wasn't there.

I'd done $9200 in coin in which was enough.

My next text was this.

"Out"

I wandered around, took a couple of photos, and then remembered I'd better set up dinner at the Redwood. They were pretty busy but took pity on me when I wailed about the red-eye and limo pickup and so on. I could eat if it was now.

I got seated and for some reason they forced a giant Maker's Mark on me. The nerve!!!

The meal was wonderful, as always. The French Onion soup, and the Lamb. Goddamn good. Creme brulet. Why not, it had to hold me until breakfast. Which is typically what dinner does, but whatever.

Nice to know I wasn't the only thing slaughtered.

I had time for one last gasp after dinner and went for it on Double Double bonus dollars. One last twenty. I actually made it up to $105 and had a chance for a while, but next thing I knew I was out.

And that made my loss for the day an even Grand. $1000.

Time to go. I zipped up stairs and... was locked out of my suite. Naturally. At this point, I should expect no less. It required a trip back to the desk and back up, I got in, got my bags, did the panicked room check walk-around dance, and with a bang the door, and my luck, were shut out behind me, never to be opened again.

The limo was there, driven by Speakeasy Lipshitz. Speakeasy knew enough not to talk to me at all. He must have read something in my face, or maybe it was the way I was crying crocodile tears and calling for Mama.

The airport was quiet, I did security, and the United flight was on time. I even had a proper first class seat and everything.

Savvy kudos for this unearthly, impressive, condiment stacking at McCarran.

Around midnight we took off and I fell into a kind of dreamy sleep that I only ever half as I jet out of Vegas after a trip, a kind of tired, happy sleep where I actually sort of see cards in front of me, but I relax because its in the books. I feel satisfied, and at the same time I'm already thinking about next time.

United gave me breakfast, which was pretty good. The flight went really fast because I slept through most of it. We touched down in Chicago and I switched to Air FU Canada. Into Toronto, then on to Flusherville Regional Aerodrome where my 84 Tercel awaited like an over the hill rusted out hooker with drooping bumpers, a great attitude, and greatly diminished torque.

I wish I could have given you the kind of comeback that you would have enjoyed reading, but that's not the way it went down. When it's good, I say so, and when it's not so good, I say so. That goes for everything in these reports.

I got tons of comps and freeplay, and if you come back tomorrow, I'll give a rundown of all the goodies I got in the post-trip spin roundup, and you can see how I can make it look like I really didn't lose any money at all!

Looking back on the trip now, I have a few regrets, but only a few. In spite of all the moaning and bitching you've had to put up with (not to mention the Quad Queen! oh what she puts up with!), the few dollars that were lost, and the blow to my pride for not getting any Royals, my God I had a great time. I really did. And I had some wonderful, wonderful highs, like hanging out with some terrific people, the time spent hiking in the preserve and the mountains, and of course, that amazing dealt Aces kicker, clearly now the high point of the gambling.

The shirt I got for that jackpot is royal purple and I am glad to wear it. That is the only royal color I am going to see - until next trip.

Remember, where there are credits, there are hope.

Royal Flusher

Final:
Day: -$1000
Trip: -$3280

Royal Hunting

Sometimes you are the socket, and sometimes the burned out bulb.

Day 15 - Monday - part 1

This was it. The final day in Vegas. And in honor of the Grateful Dead, who hung 'em up, what a long strange trip it's been indeed, for cher Flushiepants.

I'd achieved a lot of my goals on this 54th foray into Las Vegas. I'd gotten back around to the very basics of the founding of the city, the springs and meadows that gave the town its name. I'd done some great hiking outdoors and relived my first stay at Luxor. I'd hung out with some old friends and met some terrific new friends.

As I wind up this trip report, before you skim to the end, I'd like to say thanks for sticking with me. This was a kind of different way of doing things and I hope I was able to keep your attention because it took a lonnnnnng time to complete this.

Impatience is certainly understandable, but from your comments and feedback, the rhythm of a daily does of Flusher for an extended period didn't seem to be too disagreeable, and many, something to hopefully look forward to.

I thank you for your readership, support, and attention. This blog does not appear out of thin air, but takes significant time. But if I can make one degenerate gambler laugh and say, 'holy shit, Flushie got it wrong even worse than I did', then it's all worthwhile (except for the actual cash I lost).

It would be the popular thing to have a single common name to address you all, but I, unlike Gaga, haven't thought of a good one yet. So for now, I guess I'll stick with 'hey you'.

Okay, onward!

Yesterday was easily my best day. It gave me reason to hope again. I'd done $11,500 in coin in and finished up $780, my best result so far.

And in fact, I had won money on five out of the last six days. That in itself is a pretty huge Vegas accomplishment. It all came down to screwing up that first day... and no Royal - yet.

So today was the day I needed to get one if I was going to get one at all this trip.

I headed to the casino and went at it.

It took four machines and five twenties to get something. But today I wasn't after chump change - I was Royal Hunting, and I would play back everything I won to try to get one.

Got a quad on Boner Deluxe.

Played it all back.

So that quad there is all I had to show for $2500 coin in.

I ate breakfast and dropped another $60.

Got this.

Somewhere in there I took a break and packed to get ready to ship out after dinner. I prepared a 'Birthday' card for my host. There's something she just loves about getting a hundred dollar bill in a card. I can't put my finger on it.

Over at Main Street, I lost $200.

It was pretty clear. It's weird, in Vegas days can take on a certain flavor, and once they sort of expose themselves to you, like a man in a raincoat, they maintain their character. This day was yet another one of those flat, ugly, last day stinkers.

My texts kind of tell the tail.

Yes, it was happening yet again. All the hard work I'd done the day before, lost.

In fact, I'd lost $400 in about an hour. And I kept ending up with 4-to-a-Royal over and over. And, I still had $3K of coin-in to do.

I got a five Aces on the Loose Doose... want to see it?

I spent some time sulking in the room, unpacking, and repacking.

I was definitely having post-traumatic, pre-traumatic, and during-traumatic stress disorders.

It was a great exercise in thespianism (acting, you pervs!!!) to make nicey nicey with my host and give her the card and tell her what a lovely time I was having here at the Cal. In fact, I wanted to leap the counter, rip the card out of her hand and salvage the hundred dollars and gamble it on the first machine I saw.

But instead, I went and got my cashback of $150, and prepared to gamble that instead.

Today's Soup is Beer and Quads

Day 14 - Sunday - part 3

What a great day! I was up even more than before, and I'd done almost $10K coin-in.

I had plans to meet Mike from the Mike's bar for dinner at Pizza Rock, and at sixish I wandered down there (after raiding the safe for another $400). I had a little fun with Mike by telling anyone who would listen at the podium in Pizza Rock that "I was here to meet my man-date".

I don't think he was impressed, but we were pretty impressed with the pizza we cobbled up. We pretty much demolished the thing, too. Delicious.

Graciously, Mike picked up the entire tab for dinner and wouldn't even let me cover the tip. Decent fella, you should look him up at the Four Queens Mike's bar. He'll take good care of ya.

I feel bad slagging the Four Queens when there are people who work there that I really like, but I have to calls 'em like I sees 'em and if the host doesn't do what he's promised to do, then to me, that's a serious matter.

Binions, on the other hand, can just suck it.

Isn't it amazing how far a few bad customer service experiences, like a Binions pit boss being a smart-ass to his customers, can reach?

Now, to be fair, many of the cocktail waitresses I encountered lately have been so sweet to me. Favorite Server Judy, when I told her this morning about the debacle the day before, patted me on the shoulder and said, "You'll do better today, good luck..."

Another favorite at the Cal was going around today not saying 'Cocktails' but singing it. 'Cock-tailllls... Dreee-eeeenks!'. I asked here why, and she said just to fight the boredom on a slow day.

I bumped into her in a place in the casino I never play, and I said, "You're stalking me."

She narrowed her eyes and with a half-smile said, "Yes. I am!..."

She was so much fun today.

Meanwhile, after dinner, I found myself extremely close to the Downtown Grand. So I moseyed in and took a shot at their bartop DDB progressive.

I had a nice time at the bar, enjoying a few cold ones, and knowing, at this point, that I was going to have a winning day, and a pretty decent winning day at that.

The Aces were up over $700, but they weren't for me, unfortunately.

However, I was dealt quad threes and got to pull for the kicker and nailed it. Over $270 on the progressive!

Savvy progressive tip - don't wait to long to hit draw in a situation like that, lest someone get it first and reset the progressive before you nail it. That's why there's no 'before' picture.

Another view of my nice little quad with kicker.

I kept a decent amount of profit and hit the Fremont. Started with $20 and nailed a nice dealt hand.

 Kept the profit. Hit and Run!

Grrr.

I was done playing, but I didn't want the day to end. I took my time just wandering down Fremont, in and out of places, people watching. I looped down Main Street back to the Cal.

I had had a phenomenal amount of luck (aka Positive Variance) today. It was difficult to remember it all. I must have played 30 different machines, maybe more. No more Dump and Chump for this Savvy Hit and Run Champ!

This was my biggest daily win of the trip so far and it couldn't have come at a better time. I didn't hit $1200 profit, but I definitely made a dent.

And my God, I had enough fun for 10 Sundays. Well, as much as you can have without that golfball-eyed Susan Sarandon egging you on.

This was a very long trip, and a very long trip report. There was one day left to go. I needed that dollar Royal to turn it all around. One day would make it or break it and I'd be out on the red-eye that night...

Day: +$780

Trip: -$2280

Red and Black And Red All Over

Day 14 - Sunday - Part 2

Over at Main Street, I kind of cooled down. Did some Loose Doose, did some multiplay, some Super Duper Times Spinners Play.

Hot Towels wandered by, saw me, and immediately exclaimed, "Where's Jameson???"

That would be the Quad Queen.

I explained that it was a solo trip and I'd left her minding the store at home. I ordered a beer and texted this to QQ. When Hot Towels returned with the beer, I told her that 'Jameson' says, "Do it!".

Hot Towels laughed and said, "DO IT! That's funny!"

And she walked off pretty much shouting over and over, "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" and laughing.

Holy crap, I laughed so hard! I swear, we have ruined that girl.

After the above hand I ramped up to 10-play. I managed to churn through $1800 coin-in on $20. I thought that was pretty good, but would have preferred winning.

Change machines, start again. I was dealt four-to-a-Royal on triple play, attempts number 17, 18 and 19. Unsuccessful.

Okay, so I'd done some decent coin in but lost $100 at Main Street. Back across the bridge to the Cal, and I noticed they've put in some shiny fancy new machines. I checked them out and came across yet another (probably dog paytable) game I've never seen before.

I futzed around with it for a while but didn't want to put much into it. There were bonuses for all red and all black high straights (as pictured). (Sorry, this part got out of order in the last post. It's sorted now.)

Red Black Double Double Bonus nickel paytable.

Of minor note, a couple of days ago I'd noticed one of the escalators at the Cal was making odd noises. And the next day, it was out of order, and stayed that way for a couple of days. First time I've ever seen that, they get a lot of traffic and they really keep those things working.

Lunch was total over-the-hill fare - soup and a sandwich and salad bar. I told you, no mammoth bubble strippers!

At the alcove, I got things back on track and did almost two hours of solid dollar play, cranking the hands through, getting one step closer to that next Royal.

 Behold!

I cashed a ticket for $300 after that one. Put $100 in.

Quick hit on the ten play $20 and that's it!!!!

I decided to try a hit and run at blackjack and by God, that worked too. I played for about an hour and turned $20 into $120, for a $100 win.

I'd had a pretty good day thus far, my plan was working, and now I had to see if I could bring it home and win back $1200.

Hit and Run or Dump and Chump

Day 14 - Sunday - part 1

I woke up and I didn't even want to get out of bed. What a debacle yesterday had been. I seriously considered just stopping for the next 48 hours - because my red-eye flight out was on Monday night. But what would I do downtown without a car? Of course there were lots of options, but I was seeing none of them.

I felt sad and angry. Furious, actually. Once again I had been the victim of that fiend Negative Variance. All the long shots, all the threes of a kind, all the four-to-a-royals, all the attempts that came to nothing... they pissed me off.

After laying in bed for a while pondering my options I heard a little voice that I could not ignore. It said, "Get up and pee or else!"

In gambling, a savvy attitude is everything. And I needed to change mine right now. Scared money loses. Every day on vacation in Vegas is a gift. In a couple of months I would run over Kenny Blankenships mother just to get a Sunday in Vegas. No, the thing to do was to just accept that when you play many hours your are going to have swings. And yesterday had just been one of them. It can come back just like that.

So, I set myself a goal. Play smart, and win back all of the $1200. Be an emotionless, savvy, gambling machine. My winning technique would be the Hit and Run (as opposed to the Dump and Chump).

I performed my winning ablutions and ceremonies, applied my various anointments, cremes, jels, drops, salves, balms and chicken's blood. (Okay, so I brushed my teeth). And headed into Savvy Hit and Run Battle.

This was it, my friends, I was at the end of everything, I'd been now 21 full days of play without a Royal Flush. There would be no more fancy-ass mammoth bubble parties with strippers, no more oooh my finding soul in the canyon hiking day trips with that golfball-eyed Susan Sarandon egging me on, no more get back to basics at Luxor and how I wish it were twenty years ago, no Mr. Miyagi yelling "Push button up, push button down - NO SIDE SIDE! Push button up, Push button down", no more glitz or glamour or fancy clothes, no ghost of Bugsy Siegel materializing out of no-where to show me where the winning plays are, no cheap (but effective) depth-of-field photography tricks to make my country throw-up gravy look appetizing when it really looked like beige puke on a plate, and for the love of full pay Video Poker, no more goddamn jinxing Veuve Cliquot method champagnoise sparkling fucking ROYAL JINX WINE.

SHIT!

The end of this trip would be flat out get-my-money-back gambling and drinking casino WAR.

First stop on my Savvy Hit and Run Battle was, duh, a video poker machine.

Favorite Server Judy wandered by with her chant of  "Cocktails... Drinks...".

"I don't drink." I said.

"Right now..." she replied, that big smile of hers lighting up her face.

So true. But for now it would be coffee please and thank you, and off she went

I started on quarters in 9/6 Jacks. I managed to parlay to 50 cents. And then to dollars. I had $85 dollars in the machine. Maybe this would be my chance to... to go broke.

Start again. Change machines.

Tried quarter Super Double Double Bonus looking for a bolt of lightning. Nada.

Change machines.

Parlay to 50 cents on Double Double Bonus Poker and got the first quad of the day, a pretty nice symmetrical set of 4s with a Deuce kicker for $400. Now that's more like it!

Using my Savvy Hit and Run Away Battle Strategy, I did just that - cashed my ticket and ran to the coffee shop. I was up $280 on the day and going to enjoy the moment.

I have this ongoing argument at Market Street Cafe, whenever I order jalapenos they say they don't have it but it's on the menu and then when they check, they do have it.

Perhaps my interpersonal skills need a buffing because this omelette was so laden with jalapenos that it was the size of an Australian Rules Football ball, and at least 50% jalafuckingpenos.

So, you wanna play hardball, (or at least, Footy), eh The Cal? Well fair dinkum my friends, I'm going to bring it!

Contest - count the jalapenos for a chance to win a new sphincter - enter now, it never closes.

Doing a little reccy around the place I'd found this kind of unique triple play machine, quarters, with separate Royal progressives for each line.

(It had 8/6 Jacks on it with 130 for a quad instead of 125 (a fact I didn't notice until I looked at the picture). In some cases, this machine could go positive. The way I figure it, if the three Royals averaged out at $1600 each, then the game was about 100%. The one pictured comes in pretty close to 99.49% payback, pretty close to full pay Jacks.)

But never mind that, my recording says that this machine has full-pay Bonus Poker on it, and the bottom progressive was a doozy at over $2K.

So I played it.

Nothing came of it so I moved on. Back to the alcove, $20 in a few different machines, and finally got a nice Flyer quad on Boner Deluxe.

Things were going well, so I decided to try to parlay on, of all things, 10-play quarters. $12.50 a pull. Because I had fucked this play up the day before, I set a strict rule - $20 and that's it. $20 and that's it. I made the slashing motion across my throat. I had to be ready to walk if it didn't work because this machine could eat you alive.

Well, here are the pictures, it actually worked out!

Go Flushie Go!!! (And Have a Lucky day too.)

Then I hit Treasure Chest as the next part of my Savvy Battle Plan (which I was making up as I went).

I kept a good portion of this and I was up on the day $380. The S.B.P. was working!

Time for a break in the room, and when I headed up, I'd done $5K coin in, half my goal, and was up $300 and a  Keno ticket.

Fucking Keno.

A Bitter Sense of Ironing

Day 12 - Saturday - part 2

So far, I'd won big, lost it back, won a big hand on Super Duper Times Pay, and lost it back. What a see-saw!

Okay, it was worse than a see-saw.

Because it wasn't even lunch yet and things went so badly at Main Street Station, that I had not only lost my morning winnings, but I'd lost my $400 stake too.

I took another $400 from the safe, and rushed to lunch, so that at least I could say I'd made it to the afternoon on $400. I headed STRAIGHT to the Fremont.

Of course, Binions is on the way, so I played $20 there.

Fremont buffet. It's pretty pedestrian. If you hunt around you can usually find something worth making a meal out of, and in this case, it was the fried chicken which had only just come out of the deep fryer. It was piping hot and delicious. Score!

So! Fried chicken. macaroni salad, sketchy cheese cubes from last week cadged out of the horrendous deli crash cart salad, black olives, one square centimeter of lettuce (for health), sliced tubers, pastymatoes, and smoked salmon with cream cheese.

Mmmmm mmm!

I have to apologize for the blog posts for this day. Because as you will see shortly, following on to the triumphant dealt 50 cent Aces Kicker that capped the day before, I can't hold it in - it is utter and total disaster.

Okay, so I played some more multiplay Super Duper Times Pay and got nowhere, I played a LOT of Pick'em, which was refreshing because a) the cocktail service was outstanding, and b) I got to play for quite a while on not much money and c) I got to stink up the place with a Hemingpenis cigar. Oh yes, I also got to see a woman win $800 on one of the ancient coin dropper Keno games on a fifty cent bet.

There were no winning hands particularly to photograph, but I did take a few shots 'of interest', in particular numerous Royal Flush attempts at Pick'em. In fact, I had six of them, each one aggravating me more than the last. Never had a Pick'em Royal and not sure I ever will.

Yeah, I tried to win this way.

Mis-spelled 'BONER'.

A view of the casino, because you like seeing them.

Riotous off the hook gambling action at the Fremont Keno Lounge. Are you brave enough to Enter the Excitement?

After three attempts I got tired of sending pictures to the Quad Queen of my failure prequelles.

This ticket sums up my day very nicely.

I wandered out of there and hit up the Four Queens bar for a couple more libations. Why not.

$60 that's why not.

It was a cold day in Vegas, overcast, threatening to rain. It seemed like the day reflected my luck perfectly.

I hit up the Downtown Grand and as you can't see, there are no pictures.

Back at the Cal, I took a shot on this lonely 10-play machine I found near the craps tables. $20 only, I thought. And I got a hit, four Aces. (Forgot to take a picture I was so shocked.) And stupidly, I blew it all back, and then about $40 more.

Oh this was getting bad.

I got a Keno ticket and retired to my suite. I was tapped out of my second $400 for the day, i.e. that is to say, down $800.

Because I can be a miserable son-of-a-gun and have a bitter sense of ironing, I decided now would be a great time to pop my celebration champagne. I drank it, and watched Keno, and then watched some shows on my niPad. God it was lame.

For some reason, I needed to sleep it off a rest, so I did that, and then headed down for dinner at the Redwood Grille.

I started with the escargot and they were terrific.

They now serve this herb infused olive trough with the bread. I'm a fan, it tastes pretty good, but boy does it leave a mess. Or maybe its 'pilot error'. What le pain it is to clean up! (See what I did là-bas?)

For some reason they fucked up my steak.

I'd ordered surf and turf, with filet mignon and crab, filet medium rare. This very odd thin, flat, overdone, steak came and it just wasn't right. Turns out the order went in wrong, and when they get a well done filet order, they butterfly it, the better to cook the ever-loving shit out of it. Which is what I had on my plate.

No problem, they whisked the steak away, and I asked them to leave everything else. I really like the staff there, so I just worked with them to get it sorted, rather than getting in a huff. Maybe I'm not so miserable all the time after all!

The replacement steak arrived and was cooked to perfection, delivered by the chef himself, who apologized, and also laid a whole'other load of crab onto my table.

Add to that two glasses of wine, and creme brulee. OMG, by the time I was done I was stuffed!

Then it was on to finally play some blackjack. I bought in for $100 and played about 40 minutes. Of course when I was tapped out, I hit a double down situation and 'had to' buy in for another $100. I kept playing and on the last hand of all that, I had $15 in the circle and hit another double down. So I 'had to' buy in for another $20. And I lost. That's $220 gone in an hour of blackjack.

For the rest of my play, I did some parlaying. I played about $100 on 50 cent Double Double and managed to parlay it up to dollars. I was dealt three Aces twice, but couldn't get my oil changed.

This elderly gentleman next to me was playing around on quarter double double bonus and he was really getting, well, old. His daughters were around, helping him out, and he needed help, often. He'd get stuck in a middle of the hand, or accidentally cash out. Things like that.

It kind of took the sting out of the day for a minute. There are entertainment problems and then there are real life problems. Sometimes you get that reminder to keep things in perspective, and I find that it helps me forget my troubles completely for a good 10 to 15 seconds.

I glanced over and he held Ace, Three. God love you, grandpa. And I thought, "He's going to win. Of course he is."

He didn't win on that hand but a minute later, he was dealt AAAA and drew for the kicker and got it.

The machine was ringing up the credits and the daughter asked him, "What did you do?"

He said, "I just pressed the button and this happened."

We all congratulated him, and there was quite a discussion about what to do next. He wanted to quit playing.

He kept arguing saying, "why play any more I have this now!" And they are like, "Dad, we just got here, we've only been playing five minutes."

Apparently they'd just gotten off the plane and had arrived at the Cal half an hour previously.

I really wanted them to cash out that ticket and put it somewhere safe so I said, "cash out, put $5 in and go for the Royal - you haven't gotten one of those yet."

His daughter cashed out the ticket and put $5.00 in for him. He played a hand and then was very stressed that the display said $3.75. He went on about that for quite a while. He was just a mess but what a sweet old guy.

Bittersweet indeed, and who knows what life has in store for us should we get to a ripe old age (or even a green medium age)?

One of his daughters across the aisle got Aces kicker on dollars. And she was, "look I got it on dollars. He only got it on quarters." And then to me, "See, look what I got, much better!"

"Well.... well I had Aces kicker last night and it was DEALT to me. WITH the kicker."

Yeah I showed her. Another Flushie moment to be proud of. Jesus what a day.

Fucking disaster. I'd played many hours without getting any quads, and that will kill you.

I'd done so well, getting my losses down under two grand, which wasn't that bad for 10 days. Well, that was all gone to hell.

Day: -$1200
Trip: -$3060