Day 4 - Part 4
I parked efficiently at Harrah's congratulating myself at my parking prowess (another Poon Stang only spot - what are the odds?). I'll cut the the chase and say that this ensured a 28 minute walk to the High Roller, and that I should have parked at the Dinq. I could have even parked at the High Roller. Sue me, it was my first time.
We readily found Funk, walked the 28 minutes, got our tickets sorted, and got ready to board. It was great, we breezed right through the whole process.
|High Roller Sheilas.|
|Safety Sheila named Manjula.|
|When you get into your pod, you could plummet to your death, except for the Safety Sheilas.|
Funk tried to get us into a pod that didn't include 3 or 4 screaming toddlers, but it was not to be - they were our close, screaming companions for the next hour.
Dr. Raoul almost wasn't allowed to get on board - they had a sign saying "Your tibia (that bone in your leg) must be at least two inches wide to ride" and his tibias were flattened pretty close to the limit from what we did to him to be able to fit in the back of the Poon Stang on the ride over. But we managed to sweet talk the Safety Sheila and get him into the Pod.
The pods have great expanses of curvy, thick plexiglass that garner a ton of reflections - so if you want to take decent pictures, you have to really be careful and pay attention. As you can see...
|Plummet to Death opportunity #27.|
I like to get candid photos of people so I yelled at Dr. Raoul, "THE POD IS FALLING, THE POD IS FALLING!!!" - which it was, albeit at 3 feet per second.
|"GUYS - THE POD IS FALLING!!!"|
|"Just fuckin' with ya."|
I took a whackload of pictures from the Pod, some of them pretty decent, and I'll put them up on Royal Flusher World 'real soon now'. Don't worry, you'll see the link.
When it was time to get off, you kind of have to step from the pod to the platform - and the union of the two isn't level. And, I actually almost plummeted to my death getting off - there was quite a lurch as I stepped from the moving pod to the platform - with a yawning chasm of doom beneath my feet.
But, as the existence of this post indicates, I did survive. And, there is netting down there. But then, doesn't the existence of the netting sort of indicate a high propensity for people to plummet to their netty deaths down there?
Lawyers are standing by!
|They have the stupid 'pose for a photo before the ride' thing. This is where the Photo Sheila's sell you your own image for big bucks. Fuck that.|
|Printing my own of this sweet family shot! Lookin' good, kids!|
|This is so real it hurts.|
|Is there any chance this is still there in O'Sheas?|
And the plan was that I'd ride along in the back seat.
I politely made a change of plans - I value my tibia. And the other tibia too.
Back downtown we said 'so long' and I headed back to the Nugget. But I was unable to resist the siren song of the casino. "Gam-bllllle..." it said. "Gam-bllllle..."
I played some single quarter Caveman Keno (oh the humanity) and waited for the band to start at the Rush Lounge. Start they did, so I played the machines right outside, quarter Bonus Poker.
Before long, I was even on the day. I'd blown my lead. But dammit, I was in Vegas to live on the edge!!!! So I risked an additional $20 and lost it too, thus snatching defeat out of the jaws of victory and posting another losing day.
I didn't really mind. I'd had a great, fun, day of it, thanks to Funkhouser, Dr. Raoul, and Gambletron. And the four toddlers and their parents, who should be regaining consciousness about now.
Bankroll Left: $790
Check out the full High Roller Pictorial on Royal Flusher World.
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