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Sunday, November 22, 2015

Caesarspalooza






Friday Nov 6, 2015 - Day 16 - part 2

SEMA was on in Vegas and a bunch of vintage cars were parked outside the DTG, including a vintage Good Humor truck, complete with driver in uniform. I'm guessing late 30s.

The truck, not the guy.

One machine that really took my fancy was a boat-tailed hotrod called Silver Slipper. This thing was hot! Great gambling themed interior, too.



We stopped in and met our host at the DTG and had a great talk about the property. She's only been there since July but has many, many years of experience and knows how things work. I said that she had a lot to offer them about hot to rejig things to attract some action. She said they hadn't asked her yet.

And I think I finally put my finger on why the Downtown Grand has gone wrong. The hotel and the casino operations are run by different groups. They don't understand how the interaction between the two works. Apparently they are very happy to fill the rooms of what they see as a boutique hotel with non-gambling conventioners. To the hoteliers, this is success. To the casino, its death. It doesn't matter if the rooms are full if nobody is playing, the casino will wither. And that's what's happened.

On the other end of things, the hoteliers don't understand why the casino would comp rooms to gamblers, if they can sell them to travelers (who don't gamble, necessarily).

This theory could well explain the many 'shoot yourself in the foot' decisions that have been made over the first 2 years of operation. Without a unified vision, the infighting between management groups is going to result in a bunch of impasses.

I think our host is someone I can work with, and she took care of us up front on my good word. I'd heard that she'd had a birthday recently, or it was her birthday, or she had a birthday coming, or something. And she knows Mike.... or Mike knows her?.... Anyway, she got a little birthday card from Flushiepants. So let's see how that relationship develops in future.

I played a little blackjack, and had another winning session, while the Quad Queen played more VP.

And then it was over to the Four Queens, where I seeded the bartop machines with a $20 bill, and Mike laid a nice Maker's rocks on me. He told me about a very nice woman who had been asking about my whereabouts, since she reads the blog. Her name was (and is) Anne.

Before long, Anne showed up at the bar, about 8 seats down from me. I got a pen and wrote out a message on one of my patented degenerate/savvy business cards and had Mike take it down. It was fun to watch out of the corner of my eye.

She seemed to enjoy the card, so I cashed out and headed down there.

"I'll give you three dollars for that card," I said.

Anne put two and two together right away and got three. So I did a quick meet and greet and also took her over to meet the Quad Queen, who was hammering away on that damn penny hundred play she seems to love so much.

I can't play pennies, I'm afraid I might win!

Anne, it was a pleasure meeting you. You were every bit as nice as Mike said. I hope the card will find a place in your sock drawer next expired slot club cards, under the stack of SILVER! STRIKE!!! coins that you don't know what to do with. Well, if I got such a thing, that's where it would end up, anyway.

Back to the bartops, and this time, I had some luck on them.

Tell Mike Flushypants sent you.
Once again, I managed to take the Four Queens' money, which made me happy. I am short about two dollar Royals in that place. You'd think they'd be clambering to invite me back, I've lost so much there.

Meanwhile, the Quad Queen lost about $100, so I was annoyed. It erased my win, somewhat. But the gravy was the cashback, which we picked up. I had about $16 and the QQ had almost $50. So money, yes?!

And then it was on to the Fremont and the Slutty Times Pay machines, where I engaged in what can only be called Caesarspalooza.

This was getting to be close to the last bash of the trip and we lived it up, sucking down the drinks, and hammering those machines, and generally making merry. Once again I came close - very, very close - to stealing the Super Times Pay sign which sits atop the right-most machine. Damn I want that thing, for some reason, but I'm not willing to get backroomed just to try to walk out with it.

I noticed that my card was still there - apparently, the 17 people who read this blog don't get around much. And Anne already had one.
If the card is still there, leave it. But send me a selfie, and I'll post it.
I had a grand old time. I lost $100 and was ready to move on, but Mrs. F was in some kind of "MUST WIN" zone.
Any quad was $325. But noooooooo.... couldn't get it. Still, decent hand.
Ok, I could live with that. I ordered another Caesar and switched machines and started feeding it. That's when I hit some hands. I won it all back and then dropped $100 or so.

But meanwhile, the Quad Queen hit a rough patch. She was in for $200.

Not willing to call it, she went in for $100 more.

And it was focus-time. For her, this was like my session the previous night at the Downtown Grand. I stood next to her, sucked liberally on my various Caesars, and cheered her on.

God damn it was fun. Sometimes you just hit those moments in Vegas that are so fun (actually, it's pretty much all day long, but some are MORE more fun).

She kept at it, and clawed, and fought, muttering, "I want a big spinner hand, I want a big spinner hand."

Well, it arrived. Boom. $500 win. Four Pointies with 5x spinner. WAHOOOO!!!!!


She cashed out a winner, and I had only lost $100. So my day was still intact, after an amazing comeback from being down $800.

It was getting on. We had to keep our eyes on the Ball of Reality, unfortunately. This meant getting my stuff from the DTG and heading to the Cal, where I'd sleep. Because our flight out was at 7:00am and the limo was teed up for 5:00am. So we had to get up at like 4:00am. And we had bidness at the Cal.

But first.... one more bash at DTG. And for some reason, I got fixated on Triple Double Bonus, which I had been dabbling in this trip from time to time - I have this idea that I really, really want Aces Kicker on this thing, which pays the same as a Royal.

We sad side by side, kind of looped, and it was my turn to keep muttering, "I just want Aces Kicker on this and I'll never ask for another thing..."

I had tons of pairs of Aces, and even three Aces dealt.

I ended up with three Aces about seven or eight times. It was taunting me.

I'd only put in a $20 bill, the idea being that it was stupid to play it long term, and I should just get Aces Kicker and be done with it.

I got a quad, and that gave me more playing time to try to get it.

"I just want Aces Kicker on this..."

Then, I was dealt three Aces. We did our usual incantations and verbal assaults on the machine and I hit the button.

Four Pointies!!!

No kicker.

Damn!!!!! One little 2 of clubs, one little 4 of hearts and I'd have $1000. Well, I had to take it as it came. $200 is $200 and on a $20 buy-in, that's a win.

So, onward. In a nutshell.... cleared out of DTG, moved to the Cal, packed, took care of our host (who had a birthday, or it was her birthday, or had a birthday coming sometime). There was time to grab some dinner, and really, not much more time to play.

Would we opt for a comped steak/lobster/crab dinner with wine and all the goodies?

Not when its OXTAIL STEW night at the coffee shop! (If they could figure out how to incorporate Country Throw-up Gravy with Oxtail Stew... heads would explode everywhere over its disgusting goodness.)
Cal Oxtail Stew is as good as it looks, and probably better than it looks.
Time was really short and we were tired. We'd been at it since sunrise and it was now well into evening. We'd get four hours sleep or so.

For our last session, we tried the dollar Treasure Chest uprights. I call these the Memorial Treasure Chest Uprights, since they sit where the last four dollar Treasure Chest slant-tops had sat, at the bottom of the escalator in the Cal, and upon which I had achieved a Royal Flush for $4000 a year ago.

$20 each. And that was all.

Like the old days, we took turns.

And this, was my last hand.
It was that sad thing, CREDIT 0.

But I felt completely satisfied. How could I not? We'd had one hell of a trip, and I had more winning days than I could count. I'd had four Royals Flush! I'd won every table games session I played (I think), both blackjack and craps. Financially, I'd pretty much knocked it out of the park, and got the horrible karma of the last two trips out of my system. I felt... satisfied. (Don't worry, it won't last.)

We converted our points to cash back - the 5x points thingy we'd had worked out very well and we got $550 in cash back. A pretty nice little bonus.

We both slept very well, and I woke up a bit early, early enough to grab a shower and a shave. We had breakfast at the counter, headed back to the room, grabbing our stuff, and were well on time for the limo at 5:00, which showed up just as it should. (No need for a ride in the Security SUV this time.)

At the airport, things were busier than I imagined they would be on a Saturday morning, early. In fact, we didn't have time to play the airport machines, for the first time I can remember. So once again, the 'stretch goal' of a Royal at the airport will have to wait. Someday I'll knock that mother off its 'I told you so' perch. I swear!

What a great last day we'd had. We'd both won! And on the last day! And the Quad Queen had her best day of the trip, coming in plus $920!!!!

But the moment came... I always pay attention as I step off the jetway onto the plane - I am leaving Vegas. Once on the plane, its really over.

I stepped.

RF: Day: +$555 Trip: +$6275 (And about $1250 tax withheld, so +$7525 including that.)
QQ: Day: +$900 Trip: -$3340
Combined: +$2935 (+$4185 including tax withheld)

We'd won enough to cover all expenses - flights, kennel, the house in Lake Havasu, tips, cornmeal, gunpowder, ham hocks and guitar strings.

We had 12 nights fully comped in Vegas, plus 3 at the Downtown Grand double booked. Call it $1500 worth.
Just about every meal in Vegas was comped. I think we paid for two or three meals. And we'd had about four $150 meals at Redwood Grille. Call it $2000 worth.

We'd had an amazing meal at Hugo's courtesy of our friends, the Js, Jeff and Janis. Thank you, again, and can't wait to see you next time.

We'd had a bunch of free play to boot.

And people say to me, "You're going back to Vegas... again????"

Damn right I am. I can't afford not to!

Until next time,

Stay degenerate savvy,

R.F.
If you wash with Sudsy Wudsy,
You'll wash away the mudsy wudsy.
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Burmashave.




Saturday, November 21, 2015

No Stiff I



Friday Nov 6, 2015 - Day 16 - part 2

I really, really, really didn't want my last day to be a big loser. And if the Quad Queen got blown out too, we could easily eradicate our combined profit on the trip and wind up below water. We'd had far too much good luck to end up that way.

It would be a crime against luck.

Back at the Downtown Grand, we had our Canadian at Par promo to do. We had a fun discussion about Canadian bills with the cashier, and I told her about 'Spocking' the five dollar bill. You have to see it though, so I pulled up some examples on my phone. We had a good laugh, bonding in the way only a cashier and their customer at the wicket can bond.


It went pretty well for me, and I mixed it up, playing different games, doing some parlays, not cashing out till I was at least even on each little $40 or $60 buy-in.


Well, I hit paydirt on my old sturdy friend, Boner Deluxe.

And in fact, it went excellently for me. I ramped that sucker up to dollars and nailed another, a beautiful dealt dollar Boner Deluxe quad!
On $500 CAD ($360 US) plus $100 US of my own dough, I pulled in $520 on a sweet comeback.
The Quadus Emeritus Queenus McDuff didn't do quite as well, probably because she'd been given a really stupid nickname for that session.
We kind of bounced around the Grand playing a little of this and a little of that, $20 at a time, drilling test holes and doing parlays.

On about the third try, I hit again on good ole short pay. There was no way Boner Deluxe was going to stiff me today.
Man, I was hot. Pulled back my entire day's $800 loss in about an hour and half. Maybe gambling on the *#@(*#@ last day wasn't such a bad idea after all!

Time for lunch! We grabbed a table at the almost empty S&O. I thought I'd put a meal on the room and see if it got comped, to test the comp waters a bit.

Our waitress was right there.

"Hello, I'm Horta, and I'll be your server," she said.

"When?" I asked.

"Excuse me?..."

"When will you be our server?"

I know how to bond with all kinds of people.

"I'll be your server... now, I guess."

"Okay, that sounds good. I'm Royal Flusher... and I'll be your customer."

She smiled.

"When will you be my customer?"

Now that we'd established that common ground, Mrs. F and I were in for a great lunch, most assuredly.

S&O has gone through a number of phases, just like the Grand itself. I think it was originally purported to be elevated comfort food at premium prices. Then it was kind of dinerish, and now it seemed to me, that it was back to elevated comfort food, but the prices seemed as though they were lower instead of 'on the edge of gouge' aka Strip prices. Actually, these days, Strip prices are beyond the edge of gouge.

Let's have a look - their food is freshly made, from scratch, and that potentially counts for a lot.

Basic breakfast, around $9. Maybe a bit high.
Chicken and Waffles, $11
Breakfast Tacos $7.75
Club Sandwich $11
BBQ Chicken Cobb Salad $9
Sides are $2 or $3, pretty good pricing, and that's where Mrs. F. found a bargain.

I ordered the Ultimate Grilled Cheese for $9, and the Quad Queen ordered a side of Mac and Cheese.

Well, for only $3 it was a steal:
The ultimate 'drunk and lost my bankroll' comfort food?
A decent portion and it was very tasty - actually, it tasted just like Mac 'n Cheese. Everything it should be, and nothing it shouldn't.

My grilled cheese came with a Florentine tomato soup and by Flushiepants, I think it really was made from scratch. It was full of deep tomato flavor, nicely seasoned with basil and other secret soupy seasons, and was delish.
The grilled cheese had tomato inside and was fantastic. Freshly made fries rounded everything out, and we were quite happy with the experience.

It turned out I had a food comp on my DTG card, so that covered lunch. Powered up and caloried up, we were ready to hit the Four Queens, pick up our cashback, and do some more damage!

It was time to bring this trip home.


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Thursday, November 19, 2015

Get Your Tickets In... Last Call



Friday Nov 6, 2015 - Day 16

As you have heard me say before, "Never gamble on the #**(@**#$ last day". And I meant it then and I mean it now.

It only leads to heartache and empty pockets.

And with that, I joined the Quad Queen over at the Cal for our morning session of gambling.


I'm going to keep taking pictures till the thumbprints wear out.
It was another beautiful Vegas morning. Favorite Server Judy was on hand and the place was quiet, so we got to talk a bit about this and that. We were playing the multi-play machines right by the Keno lounge, so I thought I'd brighten up her day a bit, as I have in the past, by getting her a Keno ticket with her favorite numbers on it.

I always get the same ticket for myself. If she wins, I win. If she won, and I hadn't played, then I would be kicking myself. I do the same thing if someone wants me to play for them from home - I never play just for them, it's a joint thing. I don't want to be faced with the dilemma of having hit MegaBucks on Jackie Moosreiner's $10 bill and debating whether I should hand over the $29 million dollars to him, or tell a little white lie and keep it myself.

No, I don't want to be in that position. It would be awful to keep the money while figuring out just how to lie to Moosreiner.

Really awful. It might take me three or even four seconds.

So, I filled out one of those thin paper keno sheets. Five games, five numbers, dollar a game. I handed it over to the Keno Drone (actually, they are very nice people, for Keno Drones), and a $10 bill and said I wanted to play the same ticket twice.

I got back a single ticket. Crap.

The Keno Drone explained that both tickets were on one piece of paper. I said I'd wanted two pieces of paper, so I could give one to F.S.J. But it was all good, I knew it was my mistake for not being clear. I went over and showed the Keno ticket to F.S.J. and explained that we were in action on the next game. I'd keep the ticket but she'd get half the winnings. She was happy with this arrangement.

And actually, it was the game being drawn.

We had the numbers 1,2,3,4 and 5 (which is the same as the combination on my luggage). We looked up at the Keno board and...

... numbers 2,3,4, and 5 had been drawn with about 6 or 7 numbers to go. All we needed was number 1 and we'd each have $1000.

Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
A 1.......... oh NO it was number 11, not number 1. SHIT.
Nope.

Shit. We'd missed it by just one number.

I went back to my 10-play machine and the next game started up. I played a bit and then pulled the ticket out to check which number was our last of five games.

That's when my eyes almost popped out of my head.

Of all the...

Oh no.

DAMN!

Oh no.

SHIT!

Oh no...

I cashed out my machine and went to show F.S.J.
Spot the renovations...
"Um... I'm sorry, but we don't have a ticket on these keno games. I must have filled the sheet out wrong. Sorry."

I showed her the ticket.

Numbers 1,2,3,4 and 5. Check.
$5 a game.
One game. Times 2.

The entire $10 had been played on two $5 tickets, combined onto one piece of paper, so really, just a $10 keno ticket.

We were one number away from TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS.

That would have gone down as the biggest tip I'd ever given a cocktail waitress. Five grand each.

And it would have made pretty sensational blogging too. But no - just like so many times this trip, the big score was snatched away from me by one little number, or one little card.

There was only one thing to do - we played the winnings back on a bunch more keno games. In the end, we didn't win a thing. All I had out of it was one of those 'could have been' stories.

We did some parlay play (Strict Rules of Parlay) on the machines by the cashier, but I dropped $200. The Quad Queen won $200, so it was a wash for the team.

We had the usual omelette for breakfast at the coffee shop, where all day dining lasts only twelve hours, for some items. Huh?

I didn't have the breakfast buffet, but I did take a stroll over to check on the CTUG situation - today's vat was aging nicely, with a mighty skin forming on its surface. CTUG skin slurps down slippery-good!

It's a DELICACY!!!
After breakfast we hit Main Street for some Slutty Times Pay.

My notes are terse on this. And there are a few pictures. But the terseness of my notes is (are?) alarming.

Four Pointies (with kicker) for QQ!
Okay, here are the notes:

Mss. QQ won mss 
I was down 800
DTG.

Yup. #*$@(#*&@( last day.

I was down $800 (instead of up $5K and covered in cocktail waitresses). We headed to the Downtown Grand.

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Burmashave.




Wednesday, November 18, 2015

The Land of Tilt



Thursday November 5, 2015 - Day 15 - part 3

Dinner was so great. So so so so great. Like very great. And the gambling day was going fine. Some small losses, but nothing out of this world. A little play here, a little there.

Added it up, and I was down a little over $400. I could coast the day in, right.

We went over to Main Street to play some Slutty Times Slutty Super Slutty Pay (with Sluts). We both started with $100. It was no problem.

My hundred went badly. A curiousity. Change machines.

More gone, change games.

Another hundred. Why aren't I getting any spinners? Change machines again. Change games.

And next thing I knew I was in that place where it takes a lot of work and discipline not to go. This is the Land of Tilt.

The Land of Tilt is an angry, desperate place. The place where you've lost but you won't accept it. You know better. You will feed the machine, force it to turn around as you know it should. In the Land of Tilt, the more you lose, the heavier and the faster you play. You refuse to accept that you are doomed. You are on a flaming jet fighter, nosediving for earth, tanks full of dollars ruptured and casting their fuel into the deafening wind. You won't bail out, you will force that airplane to fly out of sheer will and determination and need.

And of course, all you get out of it is a nice $400 crater.

Holy shit. What just happened? After just 13 minutes and 29 seconds I had played $400 of video poker and gotten absofuckinglutely nothing out of it.

For the Quad Queen, I'm sure, it was like watching an accident happen in slow motion. A curiousity at first, then crash and burn disaster.

So that's how I found myself after dweedling along all day, actually doing some serious damage to my trip winnings. I was now down $860 on the day. My wallet was empty of gambling dollars, and I was furious.

So much for our fun evening together.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I have to go. There's no sense sitting here and you having to listen to me swear. Good luck."

I didn't look back, I just went. I left Main Street. Pounded up the escalator, livid with my lack of self control. Across the bridge. Through the Cal. Every happy little gambler playing the machines pissed me off. I tried not to look, tried not to hear.

I had to wait for a red light and formulated a plan. I wouldn't go that way - no - I'd go this way. Into Binions.

First stop, Vato's, for a smoke. I had an idea. I had a plan. I had the resources and I was settling myself in for an epic battle (in the true sense, not the hipster sense).

I picked up some smallish thing or other that fit the bill and headed to the Grand. The walk did me good, and by the time I got all the way up to the room, I was centered again. This was no longer a walk in the park. I'd dumped a good portion of my bankroll, and might lose up to 15% or more of it.

But I wasn't going to take it. I was not going to go on tilt, no, but I was going to fight back.

Safe opened, I reloaded. Two hundred dollar bills. If I lost them, I would be down over $1000 for the day, something for which, at this point, there was no excuse. I added a couple more hundreds. You know, for... expenses. In case.

Down in the casino, took a good look around, left and right, and narrowed my eyes like a calm, in control Maxwell Smart.

I had this.

The classic rock, full of druggy screaming guitars and relentless drums and trippy voices pounded loud. It was good, right now.

First, I changed my two hundies into $20 bills. This was about control. This was fucking gambling war. This wasn't playing around all lobster la-di-da anymore.

I sat down at a machine and on cue, a cocktail waitress with inflated boobs the size of a Hindenburg took my order. Bourbon. Rocks. Her boobs weren't each the size of a Hindenburg, by the way, they were each the size of a Hindenburg cut in half, one half a Hindenburg turned 180 degrees. So between them, the boobs equaled, roughly, a single Hindenburg. Or perhaps the Hindenburg. After the minor mishap in Lakewood, I suspect they didn't build any more of them.

The first $20 bill went in, and the cigar got lit. A couple on the end of the bank took one look at me and pretty much fled. They knew not to mess with the likes of me (and my stinky cigar).

I played quarters, going for the parlay. Got nothing.

Second $20 bill went in. Fifty cent Double Double. And I hit paydirt!


Now we were talking. NOW I had a chance. I ordered another bourbon, which arrived minutes later, suspended lovingly between the nacelles.

I ramped up to dollars, but squeamish from the stupid play at Main Street, I switched to the less volatile Bonus Poker and pounded the machine. Within a minute or two, I was second guessing myself, and then I knew I'd made a mistake, losing my nerve and letting my foot off the gas on a hot machine.
I was dealt quad twos, and on Double Double, might have drawn for the kicker for $800. That would have got me right back. But it didn't. I was on Bonus.

Okay. No problem.

The music roared and I played on. I was in that wonderful zone again. This is maybe the best part of video poker, playing on an edge, the music and drinks are great, and you have a shot at something big. On and on I played.

Fuck it. I switched to Dollar Double Double. And I had a full half hour of non-stop action. I must have been dealt three-of-a-kind a dozen times, but I could not close and get a big quad. I was dealt three Aces, I was dealt four-to-a-Royal. But the dam would not burst for me.

And then I grounded. Out.

I'd have to start again. Encouraged, I fed another $20 in. And another. Hmmm. Change machines. Fed another. Played Boner Deluxe, going for a long shot quad. Nothing.

This again.

My first hundred was gone. I had one hundred left to play on the day.

In a fit of Flusher, I fed five flimsy $20s into the fucker.

It was Boner Deluxe quads or die.

The machine played okay, and I got a number of trips, but no saviour quad. And after 15 minutes or so... I was out.

I was now down $1060 for the day. Complete and utter disaster. Like anyone who is punch drunk, and knows they've had enough, and are exhausted at the end of a long day, I did the honorable thing and conceded.

Yes, I conceded that there WAS STILL 'ADMIN' MONEY IN MY WALLET.

Another hundred dollar bill went into the machine. I wasn't done yet!!!! I was now in for $1160. What the hell, it's only money, right? (Usually said by someone who has none.)

I played. Boy did I play. Boner Deluxe. Quads or die. Dollars. Sweating every four to a flush, every two pairs, going for a full house. Down. Then up again. Then down, Then up again.

I remember the beginnings of an old Faces song, Stay With Me, Ronnie Wood on tearing guitar, and Rod Stewart before he sold out singing like his underpants were knotted around his throat. Just rocking the fucking joint.

And as the three chord grind went double time in a flailing end to the rocker, it finally, finally, came in.


I took a long, long pull off my cigar and blew a Bikini Island mushroom cloud into the air in triumph.

Whoooooo!

Having walked to the edge, and come back, I now played with a very well defined cut-off. $400. But I pushed up past $500 on the meter, and a bit more for leeway, and made $500 my cut-off. If I could just get a second quad, man, I'd be sitting pretty. I pushed up to $580 or so, but hit the $500 and, this time, I knew better. It wasn't a winning day, but, by God, it was good enough, and that was very, very good.

I cashed the $500, a loser, who felt like a winner.

RF: Day: -$660 Trip: +$5720
QQ: Day: -$200 Trip: -$4260
Combined: +$1420

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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

A Pointy Good Thing




Thursday November 5, 2015 - Day 15 - part 2

And so it was. I headed to Le Thai - brief wait for a spot, which I didn't mind - I stood outside and soaked up the sun. QQ headed to the El Cortez.

Lunch at Le Thai never disappoints.
Face Pressed Against Mural Single Lonely Diner seating.
Green curry chicken, cucumber salad, inverted bowl o' brown rice. $15.
Lunch done, I took a complete circuitous tour of all of the El Cortez (thinking it would be easy to find you-know-who), and you have to know, I was a good boy. I did not slip a single $20 bill into any machine. When I exhausted all possible QQ locales without success, I sent a text. 'whre the fuk r u'

Answer: 'DTG'.
Air FU Canada's new Super Economy Revenge Seating.
Behold, the Grand. And their $11 valey parking. Wake up, guys...



It had been a good exercise interval of approximately 7 minutes with which to burn off Le Lunch. And so I headed back to the DTG, where we did play us some video poker.

Quad Queen's mantra was "I. Want. A. Bonus Deluxe. Quad." (She doesn't read the blog.) Quarters would do, but when the losing set in, she set her sights on dollars.

Over and over she parlayed from Bonus Poker, only to fail at Boner Deluxe.

I have a photo taken from the room at the DTG, so obviously, for some reason, we had to go up there. Perhaps to reload our stakes from the little envelope in the safe.

But it was obvious that the Winds of Change of the Sierra Mod Ray were circling and blowing and affecting our luck.
Three on the Winds of Change - Money Plays.
And with one final bash downstairs, QQ got Four Pointies.

On Boner Deluxe.
You can view this as a good thing. Or a bad thing. Good thing - $400. Bad thing - Aces pay $400 on Bonus Poker anyway. And more on Double Double.

We chose to view this as a Pointy Good Thing.

So did the little man on the TV. He was very happy for the Quad Queen.

You can probably guess where we headed next - back down the street, through Binions Birdshitland, to the Cal. We had a date at the Redwood for dinner! But first... some more 10-play!

We've been under-using these Gold cards, let me tell you. I'd given up ordering red wine on the casino floor (or from my casino chair) because it's 3 week old Chateau Plonque, aged in the prison-yard tradition in rusty iron casks for nearly 3 weeks in the basement of the Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital.

I asked the CW if there was anything good that I could have. She started rattling off the names of things, any and all of which come from the same oversized wine-in-a-box they decant the Chateau Plonque into.

I've enjoyed many a glass of the Mark West the Redwood serves and asked about that. And the answer was a revelation.

"I'm going to the Redwood bar right now for another customer. Give me your card and I'll return with a glass of the Mark West for you."

I did, she did, and she earned a fiver for it.

This opens a whole new world of drinking possibilities.
I enjoyed my wine, and did $1500 coin in. $100 cash in, $100 cash out. Life was good.

We had an amazing dinner at Redwood. Just a feast. Our waiter is very good at making the Gold Card 'work' so that we can get what we like. I don't think the hotel really minds, they aren't counting appetizers or anything.

I find the entire bone in rib-eye too filling, so we opted to split that, and added crab for me, and lobster for the lady. Don't ask me how that was supposed to be less filling.

We ate, we drank more Mark West, and life was very good.
Spinach salad with special sauce. (Called 'dressing'.)





Instead of the creme brulee, I had them do a little bowl of fresh berries. Nice and light, much better for me. Whipped creme on top.

We decided to do some Slutty Spinner Times Slutty Pay at stupid Main Street Station - and that's when my day went soundly into the rhubarb.

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