Day 7 - Sunday - part 1
We'd settled on a meeting time late in the morning and I had some time to kill - and as always, coffee at Starbucks at the Smug Nugget beckoned.
I pondered what to do about my budget. So, yeah, the budget. I had a bit of a conundrum. I'd be on the strip for a few days, and I didn't want to run out of money. I'd already lost my starting bankroll, and had taken a $2K marker. Sure, I could take another marker at the Nugget but then I'd be in quite a bit deeper. Maybe it would be a good thing not to have too much cash on me. And maybe it would be just stupid. What to do, what to do...
Beansy made me a nice flat white with an extra shot and I carted that over to the 8/5 quarter Bonus Poker machines by the Grille. Thought I'd drill a test hole and sip my java.
I put $20 into the machine and on my very first hand of the day, held two 4s and got two more for a quick $50 win. Now that's the way you start your day!
Well, I hit a quad there as well. and ran the machine up to where I was up $100 on the day. A good start!
For my safety.
I wandered over to the Downtown Grand to see if the Aces had been hit yet on their DDB progressive, and they hadn't, so I thought I'd chase those for a while. I went on a tear.
Boy did I go on a tear!
I headed up to Wagnolia's for a delicious omelette.
I'm kind of a knob in public. You ever play the rude blackboard game? I love to play the rude blackboard game.
You look at the blackboard or whiteboard or whatever board at a restaurant and see if, with one swipe of your mighty finger, you can erase part of a letter so as to make something incredibly rude and inappropriate. (Regular readers might remember the photographic equivalent of this where Wagnolia's Canal Breakfast Special became the anal Breakfast Special.)
Well, I saw an opportunity to try to make Royal Flushers Club - it didn't really work out though. I should have gone with the traditional "Ham Steak & Logs". Or the "French Dik".
Note - this happened... some other day, probably the day before. I know it's confusing but its important to be semi-accurate.
So yesterday, I got a table and Mini Madonna with her dark dark eyes and sunlight straw hair was there again - or still - or she has a doppelganger that swaps places with her every 12 hours... brought me coffee.
The waiter, Rashers Tampico, took my order.
"What kind of toast?"
"Hold the toast."
"What kind? White, wheat, rye..."
"No toast, thanks."
"Huh? White, wheat, rye, sourdough?..."
"No toast. I don't want any toast."
"What kind of toast? White, wheat, rye..."
"I want rye toast. I want it toasted carefully, and thoroughly, and I want it buttered right to the edges."
"Okay, sourdough toast."
I made sure just to order toast going forward. It was easier.
While I was at Downtown Grand, I got a text from Blonde4Ever saying they were going to eat at Bragnolia's and so I ended up joining them. Blonde got to witness me screwing with the blackboard.
|Behold, lucky Spanish Sauce! And toast I won't eat.|
It was time to pack everything up. But first... my Four Queens Mission, which was, as you'll recall, strictly to do two things. 1) Win Their Money. And 2) Parlay To A Dollar Royal.
And really, shouldn't this be the goal at every casino? It surely should. That's the Royal Flusher Way, right there.
I decided to again risk a small some of money on one of their better video poker games. Double or nothing. I wanted to take a bit of dough out of them before I left.
A couple more hands and I cashed the profit.
I was up a hair over $500 on the day and it was time to