Day 9 - Part 1
|They make it so easy for ole Flushiepants.|
Damn thrilling, let me tell you, and when you remember the extent of your winnings was five whole dollars, that tingly in your wingly lasts for a number of pleasurable seconds*.
*where 'a number' represents a number between 3 and 8 seconds, 95% of the time.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, and said, "Who's the winner here? Who's the big winner here? Flusher, that's who. Flusher's the big winner!" I like what I saw in that mirror.
Then I turned the light on.
Ok, so I had work to do. Today was a special day. It was, potentially 'pad the bankroll day'.
For today I was going on a massive coupon run. I got ready, headed down the elevator - would it never get there? - and into the casino. I never get tired that walk out the elevator, even if I'm not playing.
Downstairs, I got my bankroll sorted - adding MANY, MANY TIP DOLLARS, you'll be ecstatic to hear - and headed out.
First stop, breakfast downtown, and I started up the Poon Stang, whose gentle purr that could turn into a roar with just a little coaxing said clearly to me, "I missed you and I want you to give it to me right now", and rocketed left out of the T.I. complex, and swung right, chirping the back tires loose a little as I gave her the beans, and then floored it onto the Interstate. I made the Cal in about 8 seconds flat and parked her in the shade. I think I made it faster than it would have taken me to get a table at the T.I. coffee shop for another $18.50 breakfast.
|Try to find parking like this on the strip. It could take a very long time!|
Boy those comp dollars on my card were sure going a long, long way at the Four Queens.
|For a tough day of gamblestering, you need Country Throw-up Gravy.|
I picked up the 'Stang, stopping to admire her lines one more time. Every car should be parked in front of a casino at some point in its brief life.
First stop, just a few minutes away, the home of Elvis, the ex-home of Star Trek, the renamed, the beloved, the Westgate!
|Elvis would be 148 years old today, if he was still with us.|
The sweaty leather-clad scent of Elvis still graces the nostrils of all who enter the Westgate.
|No tip jar???!!!|
I found a decent machine near the Westgate's massive sports book.
|The Westgate's massive sports book.|
My game of choice for the $10 freeplay was Deuces (NSUD). I don't get to play Deuces nearly enough. I worked my ten bucks up to twenty and... cashed it out!
I rolled the bones. Six. Not bad.
"Now sir," said the dealer, "you want to roll another six - but before you roll a seven."
I guess when $5 is a 'big win' you stink like newbie. I let it go and let the dice fly. Rolled a 10. Rolled a 5. Rolled a 10. Rolled an 8. I was starting to wish I was playing for real, I was hitting everything on the table.
A match play winner? I won? I actually won?
YES. I. DID. I WON A MATCHPLAY!!!!!
|My red, round |
I was now one for seven on match plays.
This was going to be a great day, if I didn't get into trouble, like, say, a fight with a crackhead at Col. O. Positive's Leather 'N Chaps Punk Rock Line Dance Pool Room and Saloon.
More to come...
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