Thursday was moving day. I'd be leaving all those hot Ms. Seniors behind at the Tropicana (don't you just want to crawl into one of those make-up caked wrinkles and just snuggle there forever?) and moving on to T.I. aka Treasure Island.
I'd had such a stellar first night racking up a gigantico $5 win and then been so disappointed the next day, losing some, that I forced myself to work on a blog post, skip breakfast, and nibble on the other half of the Trop cookie, and some punishment nuts from home. I splurged on a large Americano (which took 25 minutes to purvey from the clueless baristas in the lobby of the club tower - I've seen glaciers move faster than these lumps).
|Punishment Breakfast. Except for the rather good halfa cookie.|
And sadly, none of the people in that line were Ms. Senior USA contestants, the ones that make my heart do a shuffleboard slide.
For some reason, I've spent much of the past few days missing meals, and generally starving. And by the time I was done writing, and got packed up, showered, shaved, etc. I was starving again.
The plan was I'd hit a place for breakfast, get some stuff at Walmart, maybe hit the Pinball Hall of Flame, and move to T.I.
I found myself driving by 19 suitable breakfast places, and then pulling into a Walmart about 30 miles east of the Strip, on Tropicana.
There were all kinds of things I needed from Walmart including some high grade punishment foodal items like packaged cheese hunks, turkey peckeroni sticks, Triscuits, a utility knife for cutting American Casino Guide coupons, and of course, a bottle of utility bourbon (Evan Williams, $9 the bottle).
After an hour of searching out stuff I was ready to drop.
And this is where it got really degenerate. I bought a $5 ready-made sub and loaded up on mayo and mustard packets.
In a town with 10,000 restaurants, I ate my first "meal" of the day sitting in my rental car in the Walmart parking lot.
I took a bunch of pictures and will probably do a pictorial over on RF World when I get back.
|CTUG chips? Am I in heaven? I snagged a bag to frag in my room.|
Check-in at T.I. was an absolute breeze. I've had a run of corner rooms at T.I. and got one again. They are great because they have windows on two walls. This time I'm facing north and west.
With my 3 night comp room offer came $200 freeplay, so I set about seeing how much of that I could turn into cash, and next thing I knew I'd gambled most of the rest of the day.
One of the coolest things to happen to me was at the end of the day when I was too "tired" to concentrate. So, mindless Keno.
I came up with a strategy which involves Four Card Keno, and picking a general group of numbers close together. I overlapped a lot of the numbers and had different numbers of spots - a 3, a 4, a 5, and a 6 spot.
I looked away for a second and looked down to see I'd hit a bunch. 5 out of 5 and a 4 out of 4 I think.
Shout out to Funkhouser who I had hoped to beat at pinball. Unfortunately, not to be this time around.