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Friday, June 2, 2017

Playing Ms. Senior Grabass





Day 1 - Tue May 16, 2017 - continued

The following is a reprint from the original live posts, with a little more Flushiepants goodness bolted on to the end. Don't worry, I'm putting out a brand new follow-up post right after this one!


With my two night comped room offer at the Trop, I got $10 freeplay per day. Hitch - Tuesday's would expire at midnight. I knew it would be a bit tight getting from the airport to the Trop before the slot club closed at 12:00am but I figured I'd have time.

Since we were delayed, my little Flusher Feet hit the carpet in Terminal 3 at 11:10pm. Next, I rode the "assume the position, prisoner" bus to the Grande McCarran Rental Voiture Facility and Casino.

I'd gotten an email saying that my rental car was a Volkswagen Asshat, parked in slot F13. I wouldn't have time to change it. One Asshat is as good as another, I figured.

By the time I was loaded up in the car it was 11:45. Fuck!

I hauled asshat out of the facility and made the three rights to get onto the Strip. (Three rights don't make a wrong!). I got almost every green light on the strip except the last two.

With five minutes to go, I promptly missed the Trop valet driveway off Tropicana - construction obscured it. This cost me another red light and a precious couple of minutes.

I was out of the Asshat and waiting for Chico Enchilada to amble over to me in Valet with five minutes to go. I wanted that ten dollars, goddammit!!!

Chico waved at me a couple of times while he chatted with somebody 30 yards away. It was not just an ordinary wave. It was a meaningful wave - the kind of wave that says "I will be there very shortly and promptly, just as soon as I fuck you out of your $10 freeplay."

Finally, Mr. E ambled over, took my keys, car and three bucks, and I practically ran walked very fast straight to the slot club booth with my luggage. Two minutes to midnight!

I got to the booth and... nobody there. There was a sign stating that they closed at midnight. IT WASN'T MIDNIGHT.

Not a great start to my vacation, I was out $10 already, but at least I scored a bunch of adrenalin and cortisol and probably a silent coronary.
Fatbit proof, sort of, that I was at the booth on (Eastern) time.
I got my room, and a cookie, and hauled my stuff up there. I was exhausted but of course, had to hit the casino!

I think that qualifies as reasonably degenerate!




I picked a machine at the bar, ordered a bourbon as big as my ego, and got busy. Of course, the paytable sucked. Of course, the machine also sucked. $20 gone.

The Flushie instincts run deep. Even though it had been nearly 6 months since I'd caressed any kind of gambling device. I immediately changed machines. Didn't matter that I was dog tired and had to do alllll the work of pulling out my card, moving my drink, changing stools... on and on.

But I did it, and was rewarded.

TO BE CONTINUED...




5 comments:

  1. What?! We can make gambling donations so we can vicariously live thru your trip reports. How big of a donation do I have to make to get you to play Bridesmaid slot or Cougarlicious?

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  2. Love the report and especially the Poon-o-mattic Gamble Gauges! As always love following your reports, (Seadog67 formerly Tbone3336)

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  3. You're in the green!! Way to go RF!!

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  4. Your McCarran to Marquee Rewards both time is impressive! RedChip

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  5. Sorry the Beefalooo did not cooperate! Best of luck on the rest of your trip!

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