Day 7 - Sunday - part 3
I walked out of the Dinq the way I'd come in and headed on up the strip. Harrah's was between me and Casino Royale, so I walked through the place and eyeballed it some. On walkabout I generally play at every place I go into, so I threw them a $20 bill. Didn't get anything though.
The current promo looked like easy picken's - play $20 and if you lose it, you get it back. I read all the fine print, the fat print, the medium print, the French and Spanish print, every fucking kind of print they had going, and as far as I could tell, the catch was this - play $20 and if you lose it... you get it back. See what they did there?
Now, I have been known to wager a bill or two on this video. poker. from time to time, so I might have played anyway. Guess which game I chose?
So, I played my $20 through and didn't get anything out of it. And when it was done... I got given $20 in freeplay. How simple and cool is that??!
|Don't let the glass fool you, this was a full on Boner Deluxe play. Which limped out.|
I stopped here and there to take you some pictures and admire the many ways in which various suits have completely fucked up their once-regal properties. Like sticking a mall in where a pirate bay used to be at T.I. (which used to have a real name, not just a couple of letters.) Or sticking huge building wraps over what were artistically balanced, elegant creations of the finest three-wing hotel architects around.
Heat makes Flushiepants cranky.
|What's cheesier than a building wrap? A torn Beatles building wrap.|
|You won't BELIEVE what happens to this Gondolier's head NEXT!!!!|
|Pirate Drugstore. Sigh.|
Before long, I found myself at Wynn. The way they design these places, you can hardly take a bad photograph in them. I took these just by randomly spinning around, chanting, and clicking the shutter on my Cameron camera every now and again.
|I tried for 10 minutes to get a picture of this empty. It was impossible.|
And then it was time to get down to some more serious video poker.