Its back in the land of moist air, from the land of the dry heat, money vacuums, and Lady C's instant access to her personal ATM. (that'd be me)
No trip to Vegas is complete without the requisite something coming up, and that was adding Aunty Rosie to the itinerary. I love Aunty Rosie. She is a sweetheart, and Lady C's bestest friend. So the trio sets out to conquer the mega-and-not-so-mega Casinos. Our flight out was un-eventful, and Lady C and her fear of flying got the stellar attention from the flight crew on Omni Air, the junket that flies out with Vacations Hawaii. I cant compliment these people enough. They really went the extra mile to make her comfortable. So our original package was the 2 of us in First Class, and adding Aunty R later. We couldnt get her up there with us. The closest I could find was the business class right behind first, but Lady C really wanted to have her with us, or by her atleast, so she could 'talk story' or whatevers.
So being the wonderful human thingy I am, I give up my seat for the girls.
(Am I a nice guy, or what?)
I am not blowing smoke up my okole (ass) the gents I am sitting next to, Russell, and Glenn, from the Big Isalnd of Hawaii, said so. So...THERE!
Nah, nah nah. It was no problem, give me a seat anywhere. I am fine with it. So off we goes to LV land. Lady C held her own, being the able minded passenger she is. (we'll get back to that later.)
We get to LV at around the 930PM hour.
Lady C & Aunty R 1/2 way to LV. (2 adult beverages for me)
We hop on the shuttle bus. I always tip the driver some buckes, 'cause i know sevice work sucks, and so I feel the need.
Can we all say "driver from hell????"
Now, I know the mainland drivers drive a wee bit faster than the ones here in the islands, but this brother made Mario Andretti look like a friggin' nun. He flew. To the point of the damn shuttle feeliing like it was going to tip over, from the top heaviness of the vehicle, to the fact that well, bruddah was speeding. That would be capital "S". Nailing 90, easy. So our space shuttle lands, and we get to the room, boring stuff deleted. And then its VACATION time! Out the door to eat, for the girls anyway, and me. i am out the door to the nirvana that is the craps table.
Me & Aunty Rosie
Only problem being, there is no openings at the tables, so I park my carcass at the bar close by, and grab a beer, and play some Video Poker. I throw a 20 in, and play. 30 min later, i spock and opening on the tables, and cash out - $165 on the plus side.
Whooo da lucky, eh? Dont worry, that shit changes, fast.
I hit the tables, crank out a few good rolls, and have a blast. Up overall, maybe a hundred bucks. (this is straight up, all totals, Lady C money, oh god, and all expenses, included, I aint braking that stuff down) I decide to take a break, and call the ladies up.
"Where you at?"
LC - " Down at the Fremont Hotel"
"Howzit going?"
LC - "Ok, nothing great, come by"
"I am walking that way now"
You have to realize, I...well...MOBILE. I move FAST. I walk FAST, I talk FAST. ( I think S L O W , tho') So I can be all over hell half creation in a flash, not minding the store, Lady C and Aunty, walk, R E L A X E D. I get there, and small talk a side, I pop in a 20 spot to the girls, and say "good luck!" before mobile again.
As I am walking back to the Cal, Lady C rings the Cell, saying -
"Come back I hit the Wheel Of Fortune for 1000 bucks"
Me- "No way!"
The ever deviant regal one - "YES, Way!!!!!"
I go back and see the carnage her and Aunty Rosie have caused, and congratulate them.
Its craps time baby!!!!
Yep. Craps time. My game, my fun. The easiest way to describe Craps, is, you win all your bets 1 at a time, but you lose them ALL AT ONCE, when you lose, and that is the name of the game, its called gambling.
- And I will slide my preach in here - Gambling, whether you agree, or not, is entertainment.
That is it.
You as an A D U L T , decide to gamble or not.
PERIOD.
That's it.
I entertain myself, while on vacation away from home, by a little gambling.
There are those that cant do this, that do have a issue, but Y O U ' R E AN A D U L T!
Case closed.
Back to fun zone, as the sad face of a gamblers problem hits us all, right square between the reality eyes.
I hit the tables, and my thing is, Fun. I hate a stale table of boredom. I have fun, I am wagering, i know the risk, It, craps, is a organized experience of mayhem towards the Casinos Coffers. The gots the bank, and i am in battle with my fellow combatants, attacking. Day one attack goes so - so, besdies Lady C win, we are at even, no up, no down.
You can piss on the Berlin Wall at the Main Street Station Mens Bathroom, if ya like.
Our day draws to a end late into the LV night, with a hug and a kiss, and fortunes dreaming, nickels - a - needed, and the all impressive YO BABY, Y O B A B Y, Y O !!!!!!!!
That rounds out the craps play.
Part 2 of this saga, soon.
Take care, glad to be home.
A L O H A .
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