Day 10 - Part 1
Anyway, we know that coffee is life, and I got my first fix very easily from the little stand down below, brought it back to the room to sip, and planned what I wanted to do today.
I didn't have any more freeplay, and I wasn't feeling the coupon run thing much, other than cherry picking a few things.
And there were a few cherries to be picked right next door, at the ever-classy Hooters establishment - a top flight purveyor of casino gambling, hotelier, and wildlife benefactor. The wildlife at this "Hooters" seems to be centered around the rare, gracious, crafty and deadly (if you are a rodent) snowy owl, oddly rendered in hues of orange.
There were a couple of coupons in the book that I could play there (including a dread match play) and I would probably partake of their white linen breakfast service. I looked forward breaking fast at a table properly laid with the finery that one comes to expect at a top-of-its-class wildlife-themed emporium of dining, dancing, and games of chance such as Hooters. I also looked forward to the large, roundy tits.
Another advantage of the Club Tower - easy, easy access to Hooters, and to the MGM Grand. There's a north exit leading down to an open parking lot, and it's a few minutes - as in three - to Hooter's doorstep.
|The Super is gonna be pissed.|
|The $3 blackjack 24/7 is certainly not 3:2. What did you expect?|
Instead, I played my $10 free play. And got nothing. Horrors!!!! Thinking... Crapperfield... blankets... tears... room service.
Instead... I pulled out another $20. And this time, what ho? A one in 47 draw to a straight flush? Why even get excited, I can't make these whether royal or straight flush or other straight flush.
By God this day was off to a GREAT start! I had put in $40 and took out $80, so up $40 on the day. Time for breakfast, featuring 25% off coupon.
I ordered this breakfast sandwich thing, not expecting much... it touted eggs, sausage patty, cheese and bread. And hashbrowns.
Well, the thing arrived on a nicely bouncing tray, and it was definitely a two-hand job!
|A simple breakfast sandwich, but amazingly tasty! Really hit the spot.|
On the way out, there was an opportunity to take a selfie in a cardboard cut-out, so one could 'make believe' that one was one of the Hooter Sheilas. Naturally, I took advantage of this opportunity, in a savvy way.
|HEY - my business card is UP HERE... JARK!!!!|
|11:11 - Four Pointies!|
Meanwhile, down in the Tropicana casino, I was hittin' the nickels.
|And there they are, four teeny Aces.|
|And there they are again, another four Aces. Bigger this time. Only held one, too.|
One nice thing about nickels - you can play, and play, and play. When you run out, you are still out money, but it's only like $60 or $100 instead of $700. The downside is it's pretty hard to win anything worth keeping.
What I'm trying to say is, I lost $100 on nickels. Dammit.
With the trip where it was, and my budget where it was, I'd allotted $200 for the day, which is pretty decent. But I didn't want to go through it all now - I thought I'd better go out in the Poon Stang this afternoon. I didn't really have a plan or know what I wanted to accomplish - but this was the last day I'd have that sweet silver beast, and I wanted to make use of it.
So, went up to the room, got my better Cameron G16 camera, fetched the 'Stang from Valet and headed headed south.