Random thoughts and experiences after too two many too frequent visits, Apologies to the lovely Elyssez for messing with the AI analogy to state where leaving Pinochio's "lost boys" island only requires getting on a plane rather than turning into a donkey, no matter how well deserved. (Yeah I know I sold my ticket. But, don't go away, that's at the end.) FUN: FUN: FUN: Until daddy takes the T-Bird Away. FUN (1):You can't beat the Masquerade in The Sky Show at the Rio for 15 minutes of unbridled fun and free revelry. FUN (2) And my number one. The Twin Blonde Bomb Shells at Harrrah ha has piano bar. For at least five years and running they not only get better and better but make one remember why one fell in love. For the controlled price of one or more beverages from 9pm till 3 or 4 in the mornin, what more could you fantasize over. FUN (3): YOU CAN ALWAYS GO DOWNTOWN Golden Gate Deli: Great "sandwitches", 99 cent shrimp cocktail. Terrific Boogie Woogie piano players. On the plaza: Performance stage with rollicking drunks and those who should be. Individual performers and kiosks of unique items. 99 cent deep fried twinkes. 99 cent foot long 5lb hot dogs with all the loaded condiments. Two foot tall Daquaris's and Hurricanes. 3 cent escorts. Resting revelers sleeping in doorways, corners and over grates, waiting for the next version of the "Show in the SKY" And with reference in past posts to the Lady Luck: It must be the sewer line running underneath that location. Three of us were watching the solo performing out of the bed of his pick up truck at the corner of Fremont and Main and one was heckling him. (No not me) PLAYING CONDITIONS: 6-5 isn't only 6-5, but at Freemont, Golden Nugget, Plaza, and Binions it was reshuffled after two to three hands. Double Deck: Freemont, Nugget, Binions, cut 40%. Plaza: Double Deck from a shoe. Asked dealer why she cut after I cut and why from a shoe. She woulda prefered pitchin. How much did I want to play to pitch. If that were a consideration, I said, just continue on. Well she asked the floor and they spit at me. She showed me the cut out in the shoe, where she was required to cut after I cut. Ended up maybe 60%. Joep warned of the change. But I was waiting to be first out on the bubble in the Midnight holdem tourney. At least at IP, if one waited, one could find the uninformed dealer in 6-5 who dealt to the bottom. Now for Reachy, Andy and Colin: In the airport, in the bar, awaiting the intended flight home, I'm sipping on a beer and smoking a cigarette, when a heterosexual couple walks in. They sit at one of those uncomfortable four tops, but she comes over to my corner of the bar, as I'm smoking and asks if it's okay to smoke. I ,in my Mike Hammer, slide the ash try towards her and shrug my shoulders. She lites up and orders a beer. Her companion orders breakfast for both of them. when it arrives she finishes her cigarette, leaves her beer and retreats to the "table" only to return quickly and lite up again. They served a bagel instead of toast and it's too early. Her companion is enjoying his tea. But wishes they would've left the bag. Turns out they are from Manchester(England) Flew in Friday. Got married yesterday, Sunday and are returning (today...Monday) to Manchester to connect to their flight to Spain for their honeymoon. Went to Psalms Playboy room, had a drink. Don't gamble. Her name is Desire' He is Frank. You English! Is Anybody over there really named FRANK! She's originallly from South Africa. An africaner, I think. But, I can see why she's DESIRE' And after she spent more time with me at the bar, drinking and smoking, on her honeymoon, rather than with Frank and that great airport breakfast is when I opted to sell my ticket, thinking I would Benjamin, Desire away from Frank, England or Spain be damned, Alas and alack, it was a long trek home to reality.
Tell us about getting home noman: Written in the style only you command. On the other hand, I actually understood this with only one reading - you may be slipping. Now, tell us about the "long trek home to reality". And I'll ask for the third time: Did you really hitchhike all the way home?
Third Time's the CHARM. No Toolman1. Not this time in real time, did I really hitchhike home! Mentally it felt like it. Though in the past I have made the trek by foot and friendly car driver and not so friendly "BULL". I've also ridden the "dog" from there and beyond. You meet the most interesting "people" on a nearly transcontinental "BUS" trip. Most of them came from Downtown Vegas.
Spent 18 months across the pond back in the early 70's. We had a taxi driver my dad used quite a bit named Frank. He hired Frank to take the family down to London one week. He was our own personal tour guide. He is even is in a lot of photos in the family album. You gotta love those kind of guys, Been a few years since the last trip to vegas. Hope to make a trip there in 2007.
