Shocked

With the rental car stashed in the parking structure (El Primo Spotto on the 4th level), and the room camping provisions laid in, we headed to Main Street Station.

The Quad Queen has a thing for 10-play Bonus Poker - which gives me shivers, because it can go so wrong so fast. It can also pay off big time.

To balance things out, I opted for nickel triple play. Say that three times fast.

We'd done a decent amount of pre-gaming in the room and Hot Towels kept us topped up. Before long we were twice the legal limit, and damn proud of it.

I played for quite a while on $40 or so, but eventually it was time to move (and cut ourselves off).

We hit up the five play double super times pay bonus poker (say that three times fast) and I for one got on one hell of a run. The Quad Queen for the other did too.

We didn't end up making money but we played a full two hours on our first couple of twenties.

Here's a few moderately notable hands.

I spent some time on a super old school Keno machine. Just look at this baby, a dying breed, with curved CRT screens, and a light pen, as it was called.

And it still is called, by me.

We'd basically killed 4 hours pounding the video poker, as well as our livers. It was time to eat.

So back to the coffee shop we went, because I'd already got my heart set on the Hawaiian Hamburger Steak.

Guess who showed up to take our order?

Yeah.

The Snickers Stealer.

So he came over and greeted us and said, "Hey, I remember you."

I'm like, "You should, you wrote all over my skin yesterday with your grimy order-taking pen."

"You're the Snickers people, well, we'll have to see if we can get a Snickers for you this time."

Finally, this would be sorted, and the saga ended with karmic balance restored.

The Quad Queen had the steak and eggs and I had the Hawaiian Hamburger Steak for which the stupid waiter said he could bring fries instead of rice.

It came with rice and then he pretended the cooks forgot the fries and he would do me a huge favor and go and get a plate of fries.

He also forgot the Quad Queen's order of one glass of milk.

The food was good, the plates got taken away, and then the waiter brought the check and said, "bye, have a nice evening".

No Snickers? After mentioning the Snickers having taken my Snickers and then refusing to get me a Snickers, and then implying that Snickers would be delivered with this nutritional exchange???

"I don't see any little Snickers," I said.

"Well, the head chef is back in the kitchen, if he wasn't, I might be able to wrangle one out of them, I have to have a check for everything that goes out of the kitchen, I can't even get a Snickers without paperwork, heh heh heh."

By this time I was pissed. Let's face it, it's not about the Snickers anymore. If he couldn't deliver, fine, but he fucking brought it up at the beginning of the meal!

You don't do this to a child, let alone a Royal Flusher child!

"Well," I said, "why don't you ASK the head chef if you can make your customer happy by bringing him a shitty little Snickers bar?"

He went away.

Then he came back.

SNICKERS TRIUMPH!

You can all rest easy now. The battle is won! The forces of Flusher have triumphed over waitstaff evil! Winter is coming!

The old dollar coin droppers near the lobby seemed like a good bet, so we each bought $60 in coins from the cage - super old school - and grabbed a 9/6 Jacks machine.

It was a blast! You have to put the coins in, the hand is dealt, you hold cards, and if you win, the coins dump into the tray with a most pleasing ear-damage inducing clatter!

The thing is, I did pretty well at it!

I got two quads, and ended up cashing $210. The Quad Queen made $50 or $60 as well.

What now? I said I wanted to play this older Buffalo machine down in the lower area by the craps tables, and headed there. When the Quad Queen joined me, she found a nearby slant top.

I played for maybe four or five minutes and heard my name being called. I turned to look and was beckoned.

"Beckon over here, dumbass," said the QQ, or at least, wanted to.

So I cashed out and beckoned my ass over there and this is what I saw.

The credits were still rolling up - she'd hit a $1000 Shockwave quad!!! The funny thing is, she had forgotten what the jackpot was, and when the credits went way above what she expected she checked it out and realized she'd won 4,000 of 'em.

It only took a minute - the first quad came on about the fifth hand, and four or five hands later, the second jackpot one came.

Mrs. F headed to bed, a winner for the second day in a row!

After some early success, I decided to go on complete tilt, and lost the rest of my bankroll in about half an hour in a disgusting display of incompetent money management. I should have just quit. You know, the usual tug of war between taking risk and getting your ass kicked. You're a hero when it works, and a guilty dirty dog when it doesn't

I blame the Snickers sugar crash.

Yeah... it's all the waiter's fault.