Day 9 - Tuesday - part 3
|Look up at Luxor|
At one point I gave myself so many more minutes to move further in, after which I'd turn around, no matter what. Kind of like being in the death zone atop Everest. It's the trip back down that kills you.
But I got in as far as one is able to go, up into the throat of the thing. I felt good, I felt a sense of accomplishment. It was cool being out there all alone... it wasn't a huge challenge to do this, but it took some effort. I was exposed, it was hot, and breezy, and I had just a little food with me, and no more water, but I had a goal.
I sort of... I could feel the wilderness challenging me a little bit in a primal way. I'm sure many people have been challenged a lot more than that, but - it felt real. It felt more challenging than trying to find a good parking spot, or trying to find a dollar for the valet guy. Those are the modern-day challenges, like finding something on sale.
I drank a significant portion of the emergency water that I'd conveniently left behind in the parking lot. What was interesting was that the top part was warm and the bottom cold - and I could sense both temperatures in my mouth at the same time.
|I always feel lucky when I see a dog in Vegas.|
|Luck post-wilderness Heineken.|
I played for a while - put in $40 and took out $60 and two Heinies.
One of the beers made it back to my room - it was a much better scenario than that time at the Golden Nugget with the tacos!
Room camping lunch was delicious. I had bits of this and that and a portion of the 4 pound archeological dig salad bucket I'd put together. And the beer, of course. I had some brie, and then rolled around on the carpet, gnawing on the Fred Flintstone short ribs. I got on all fours and kind of held the ribs between my hands. I'd get the side of my face in there and gnaw away, occasionally switching sides. When that was done, I had to floss pretty much my entire head.
After the sun, the exercise, the beer and the food, I crashed. Not badly, only for half an hour, to recharge a bit. Very refreshing.
Down at Starbucks, I got yet another fancy coffee, this time in the name of Ace Wanquer. I spelled it out and they still didn't get it right on the cup. Didn't matter, the innards were brown and white and hot a delicious.
In Luxor's casino, I tried some super times pay and got this...
Then I went from machine to machine to machine to machine playing $20 at a time on quarters or 50 cents. But each machine just kept draining on me. I even tried that crazy Blackjack Bonus game and won enough to parlay on it.
After switching to 50 cent Bonus Poker, I got a quad, parlayed to dollars, and worked it up to $140. I thought, good, I'll play dollars for a while.
|Attempt number seven from 4-to-a-Royal - Unsuccessful.|
On one spectacular hand, I was held a single Ace and got four Aces out of it. I fumbled the picture and missed it, so I took this stupid picture as a place-holder. It's kind of weird because I got Aces from one a few days previously.
I did all right on Bonus Poker for a while, and after making some dough, I decided to flip over to Double Double. Here we go again, high volatility, triple play, swing for the fences.
|Welcome to Loserville, population Flusher.|
See that up there???? See that? That's ACES KICKER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shit, what a welcome sight, let me tell you.
ACES KICKER FROM ONE AGAIN!!!!!
Can you tell I was excited? Hell yes I was!
The plan was to eat a nice dinner but I really didn't know what to have. It seems like there's nothing to eat at Luxor. I went to Tender and asked about a table but it was going to be a long wait, and I wasn't sure I wanted all the fuss and bother.
I think I was Crankyflushy from my Big Day.
You know how it is in a casino when you are really tired, really thirsty, (half in the bag from triple play drinks), really hungry, and you start to wander aimlessly around evaluating whether or not you want to eat at Momma Mia Bunker-Oil Burning Oven Fired Lasagne and Szechuan, or maybe La Crotchi Designer eSushi or some fucking thing.
So fuck, should I go, yet again, to the shitty food court in Luxor? It was either that or room camping food again. That would be the lowest of the low of what winners eat, so I firmly placed my boot one full broken rung above it.
Even at the food court, I circulated for 15 minutes like a seventh grader going up and down the line of girls to figure out which one to ask to dance.
I really would not have Scottish food again. No no no. I just couldn't. And I didn't want to have to make 500 decisions in one of those 'build a sandwich on a stick' places. No no no. (I didn't want to go to Rehab either, for that matter.)
So, fuck it, I ordered up some chicken tenders and some Clucking Fury Chicken Tender and Olde Style Persimmon Beere stand or some fucking thing. (I think I may have been over served at MB.)
I went for the 5 piece dinner. Eleven bucks. They gave me one of those Vibro-radio thingies that light up and rattle their way off the table when your time has come, as it were.
They seemed to be taking something resembling actual pieces of chicken, and dredging them in some sort of chicken coating and then doing something I didn't expect.
Made to order. Hmm.
Okay. I spent some time filling my pockets with pilfered Nathan's Hot Dog's condiments, straws, napkins and so on, and then waited it out until my pocket pool buzzer went to Defcon Five, meaning my choke-your-chicken tenders were ready to go. I traded the fancy-ass beeper for the chicken and made my way to base camp, in the West Tower.
These things were sooo good! They were like, so light, the batter was just, yummy and crispy. Everything was still hot and fresh. Crispy. Juicy. Tasty. The fries were cut potatoes, but were meh, but the chicken was amazing - about a billion calories, but who cares. I ate all five pieces. I didn't stop to take pictures, I just stuff my face. (And what a relief not to have to eat on the carpet!).
The place is called, brilliantly, Original Chicken Tender Company.
By the way, guys at the Chicken place? Your website... needs work. There are no pictures of the TENDERS!!!! And your mission statement blows. It's all 'through strategic investment analysis we aim to maximize our satisfaction with our experience and employee entrepreneur cooking chicken factors blah blah blah'... No, you've lost site of the ball.
You have a winning product. Your mission is clear. "We will make unbelievably delicious fresh-cooked chicken tenders and blow our drunken customers heads off with tastebud-fucking delight."
I really ought to get a job in food marketing.
Tastebud-fucking Delight, that's the ticket.
I'd managed a winning day, plus $200 on the day. It wasn't enough. Not when you are down $3K.
The bottle of Veuve Cliquot taunted me from the bar fridge, using the method champagnoise.
Here's a picture of the chicken tenders, from Vegas Chatter, who did a write-up of the Luxor Food Court.
|Vegas Chatter managed a picture of the chicken tenders, where I failed. Because eating.|