The Biggest Keno Game in the World

Day 8 - The little headlines I put in as place holders are so much fun. Day 7 Cal debacle. Day 8 Cal... well, read on. I wouldn't want to spoil it.

I had to start the day with a Keno ticket, now that Main Street Station has installed the biggest Keno game display in the world.

Feeling pretty much 100%, and the red COVID stripe essentially faded to a barely visible pink line, and well out of the 5 day zone, I was free to do as I pleased, and I pleased to play Keno and have breakfast using my Aloha coupons.

I usually keep breakfast simple at the Cal. I hit the counter, get coffee and order two over hard with sausage, hash browns, and wheat toast. Sometimes I get adventurous and have sourdough.

I suppose I could post the same photo of breakfast over and over each day, so you can get the idea.

After breakfast, we got down to gamblin' business! 

I'd kind of decided to really give Super Double Bonus a go. It pays back a hair better than 9/6 Jacks in its full pay version, and has some sweet premium quad bonuses on the quad 2s,3s,4s, and even more on the Jacks, Queens, Kings, and Aces.

I was getting the quads all right, but not enough of the premium doozies, which should be no harder to hit than the dog quads, right?

Think about it, on say, Double Double Bonus, there are premiums for 2s,3s, and 4s, and even more so if you get a 2,3,4 or Ace kicker. But the thing is, you'll always hold paying pairs like Jacks, or Queens for example. If you had only a pair of deuces and rainbow junk, sure you'd hold the deuces. But Jacks and Deuces, you hold both pairs. My point is that this naturally makes the 2s,3s and 4s quads appear less often.

But on Super Double Bonus, Jacks are at a premium, and you'd hold pairs of Jacks rainbow all day long. Thus, you have more chances at Jacks, generally. At least, that's the way I see it.

So where were my fucking 600 coin quad Jacks and why was I saddled with 9s and 10s dog quads??? I might as well play Keno (which I lost on, by the way).

The Quad Queen finally hit something, and also witnessed me slowly dwindle my winnings down to zip. Huh? Yeah.

This all seems like a very fine morning in Vegas, doesn't it. But this was one of those days where somewhere upstairs the 'shower Flusher with quads' taps get turned off and the 'piss all over Flusher' taps get set to 'DELUGE'.

The bad luck started and followed me to Fremont and to Downtown Grand and back to the Cal, while the Quad Queen sauntered along, staying even like it was nothing.

I was in one of those horrible, horrible losing streaks, carrying over from the day before.

We went to Fremont and played the Super Times Pay Bonus Poker. I grabbed a meal (coupon!) at Lanai Express.

I was super tempted as they'd just put out a new tray of foot long gobble-dogs. Yup, those pictured below are right out of the kitchen. (I use the term lightly.)

The Chinese food selection was horrid and the meal was horrid. I don't know why I had such bad luck with meals this trip, but surely Lanai Express could be counted on to deliver a hot, fresh, quality, wholesome, delectable Szechuan meal?

Too late I realized some places at the brand new food court also take the Aloha coupons. I could have done much, much better than the styro-barf-plate of cat fling I ate for lunch.

The styro-barf-plate of cat fling I ate for lunch

(More on the Fremont casino expansion and food court in the next post.)

My God this is a sad post. There we were, after a week 93% COVID free and basically even on the trip. I'd cleaned candy-cane strewn bathrooms, kept a veering Jeep in one or two lanes long enough to get a crime scene RAV 4. I'd had boxed stuffing and turkey sandwich meat with gravy for Christmas dinner. And now I could feel it all coming apart, disintegrating like day-old spray fake snow (mit iodine).

Now, to be fair, as I recall it (because there are no notes, and no winning photos) I did have at least some decent seat time at Super Times Pay at Fremont, but of course flat-lined it, bottoming out like a Lanai Express frankfurter after six days in the hot tank.

There are no pics of Quad Queen Super Times Pay wins either, so she got her earlier winnings zeroed out.

I really felt like calling Jimmy Poon back home and having him buck me up and build me back better by barking at me, "FLUSHER!!!? Heee heeeeeeee... Are you CRYING???!!! Heeeeee heeeee heeeee! There's no crying in gambling! Get back in there!".

The Quad Queen got back in the groove at the Downtown Grand.

One thing I hate about Vegas. As soon as you find something you like, something serene, or wonderful, or full of value, they put you on the floor, shove a "PARDON OUR DUST" sign up your sphincflushter, and take it away.

The lovely little alcove of video poker machines, the peaceful little oasis at the Downtown Grand, were I'd hit my last Royal Flush, was of course, gone. 

The Quad Queen strutted, and I limped, back to the Cal. 

We hung out around the Buddha, listening to the joyful noise of the coin-dropper old school machines and tanking up on cheap liquor. Things was gettin' sloppy, Sue.

Did we have dinner? We must have. I don't have any recollection of it and there are no tell-tale photos. But I do know that there is that photo of the Keno board projected onto Main Street Station, and that should tell you all you need to know about where I ended up.

God dammit I hate losing. But who doesn't.

And I hate writing up losing days. But that's the way it has to be.

I had someone accuse me once of lying about miraculously pulling out wins at the last minute. Not true. I write them the way it happened. Sometimes it's joyful. Sometimes it's like this day at the Cal.

Let's look at the numbers, shall we?

Quad Queen +$100 Day -$550 trip (after me begging her to please cover my losses all day long!)

Royal Flusher <scuffs toe in dirt> <hangs head low> -$1000 Day -$2060 trip

Combined 

QQ +100 day $-550 trip

RF -$1000 day -$1505 trip

Combined -$2060

Thanks to the following wonderful supporters: Erwan at lasvegasjaunt.com (check out lasvegasjaunt for Vegas deals, and because they are les bon ami), Casey Jones, you never fail to blow the horn, thank you so much, and Carol, as steady and loyal as they come.