Another fine night of shuteye at the DTG and I awoke Sunday morning, ready to rock. I repeated the morning ritual, getting a coffee at the bar and testing my luck. Fortunately, I had some. (Luck.)
|No kicker, though.|
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The Quad Queen came over to visit and we did a mini walkabout, starting with the nearest casino, right downstairs.
Guess what? She hit it on Boner Deluxe. So no extra 50 credits. But who cares, its a 400 credit win instead of 125.
We proceeded down to the El Cortez where I played a twenty on a machine with about the best paytable currently to be found for a quarter deuces game. It's ancient, its a coin dropper, it plays slow as molasses, it has a 12" glass CRT screen, and I love it... except for the fact that it stiffed me on deuces.
|Jackie, we miss ya!|
I was picking through the pieces trying to find what I wanted.
"I wouldn't mind a leg, or some other dark meat."
"That's a thigh," she said, pointing to the piece I had in the grip of the tongs.
"No, I think that's a back,"
"No, that's a thigh."
"Look at this here, I think this is a back."
"I know my chicken and that's a thigh."
"Ok, it's a thigh. I'll take it," I said. "You know what, I like thighs. I like fried chicken too."
And her husband was standing right behind her.
"Enjoy!" I said cheerfully.
|Vegas is Country Throw-up Gravy Central!|
Meanwhile, I stopped off to play in the Downtown Grand and got on a parlay run.
What's more, I got four Pointies!
I parlayed to dollars got to hammer them for a good 45 minutes or so at top speed, and still preserve most of my win. I cashed out $200 - $100 profit.
Meanwhile, I was getting all these grim texts from the Nugget... down this, down that, another 100, still nothing, getting my ass kicked...
Time to hustle my stuff over to the Cal. I checked out of the DTG (no charges) and hauled ass. I'd arranged late check-out and a limo ride to Wynn with my host, for 2:00pm and it was around noon. And the Quad Queen needed rescuing!
Well, when I caught up to her, she was steaming. She was actually on her way out the door. I wanted to give the triple plays that I'd done well on (and that had eaten her alive) a try. I popped $100 into the machine and played one hand. The Quad Queen sat and watched in the seat to my right.
A woman to my left said, "Was that your first hand?"
"Yes, yes it was."
"I find that extremely irritating."
We played a few more things, this and that, but Quad Queen was in one of those bad luck spirals. We played the 8/6 dollars, I made a bit, she lost $100. That kind of thing.
We were both kind of thankful that it was time to get back to the Cal and get our gear down to the lobby to catch a comfortable limo ride to the height of short-pay luxury - Wynn.
It was sure strange how we'd had three sets of Pointies, and it was sure strange how her luck had done a serious 180.
Strange as those things were, the day was about to get really, really strange.
Like, turbo strange.
Turbo strange plus.
Turbo Mk. II strange plus 3000 extreme.