Vegas, April 2006.
Flight Out –
Hawaiian Air red eye to LV, in the front row, babied by the flight crew. Heinekens consumed = 5. Nice nap to wake in LV at 630. Fooled the respectful mate on how the heck we were going to go to The Cal, but had the Presidential limo lined up for a surprise. Mary our driver, (who for some reason, I called Rachel) was wonderful. Drove to the LV sign and got a snap.
Checked in to The Cal, and wondered around a bit. The first lady of shopping decided we should hop over to the premium outlets to spend some vacation monies. Met our first stranger of the trip while waiting for the stores to open. Young girl from Oklahoma, who said she had come to LV via Greyhound. Strangely dressed, along with 5 inch stiletto heels. She gave us the insider knowledge to - “not go to the casinos alone, or with someone else, cause you will get robbed” Hmmm? She let us in on the cost of greyhound for a student is 85 bucks, and that senior citizens pay about 240 bucks. So much for sanity. As she walked away, all I could notice was the huge blisters healing on the back of her feet. For all I know, she may have walked from Oklahoma.
So the wife gets her shopping fix in for the moment, and we head back to Dtown.
Room still not ready, so grabbed some time and checked out Theo and the zydeco band on Fremont Street. They rocked. Would have been kicking up some dust but was reminded by SO that I hadn’t had a beer yet, so that needed remedy. After hitting the room, unloading the goods bought, off to the races!
The Gambling Goods –
Craps for me, BJ for the shopper. Early morning cold tables had me flinching, but a run of fair luck brought me to + 100. Bought in at 300. Shopper girl got some wins, but mostly wanting to hit the strip. Strip wise, we did a thing where we would plunk a hundred down in her favorite WOF, and conjure up the spirit of Pat Sajak to be kind. Most of the time he paid off to the house. Did have fun though at Wynn, and the Venetian. Nice as hell people, and drinks were fast. Caesars’ Palace paid off with a hundred win for the both of us. Lots of fun.
Craps did me damage, but Main Street provided the most bang for the money. 20X odds kills you if you go down. But wonderful on a win! Played with a “Aunty” or older woman from Honolulu, and she kept threatening me with ‘scoldings’ if I didn’t produce a winner for her. Did a couple of times, so no beatings for me. Character #2 was found one night on the tables, a local with no teeth, longhair, and stood about 4 foot nothing. A early out shooter, and his turn came up. He talked to the bones “everybody loves you baby” – “all these people here want to be happy, so be happy, OK?” Every throw! He came up with some doozies, and won me some 450, which promptly went shopping.
Hint – if you want a secret, find a young girl who looks shy, and a newbie, that doesn’t want to throw, has 5 on the pass line. In a good way, push her too shoot. Then make a YO bet for her, yourself, and the boys. Last trip, it was a 25 dollar YO 3X in a row.
This year, a girl was on the corner with a friend, table was chopped as the sea. She tried to pass the dice, but in a nice way I prodded her to give it a go. Finally, she relented. Made a 3 way YO, and she banged it out! The dealers paid her, and she wondered WTF? The Cal guys and gals let her know what went down, and said – “More of that if you can do it again” She did. Twice more. So there is something to the legend.
Late night and late beers did some damage, but a nice cashout of night 2 for 1060 (minus the 300 buy in) was fun.
Wondered over to the Main Street only to find the tables packed. Lady shopper went to the BJ tables and I gathered a Pale Ale. Sat by the WOF dollars in the middle of the craps side. A Red, White and Blue 7’s was being hammered by a trio of guys. Drinking and having fun, he hit a 3 7’s for 800. His luck was rubbing the friends large beer belly, and press max. Funny shee-ot.
Exhausted lady shopper slept in most mornings, as I had to keep her out late. Cruising the Cal, meandering the Main Street.
WOF R,W & B 7’s caught my eye one morning, so I plunked a 20 in, for the hell of it. Up to 46, and was gonna cash out. CW brought a coffee, and I sat for more abuse, down to 26, no spins at all. Finally a spin pops up. Hit on the 1000. I had to laugh, cause I could get ahold of the shopper. Tried 3 times no cell connect. Played the 1026 down to 1000, and just as I cashed out, here she comes. We busted out laughing.
Sightseeing most days, craps at night. Shopping always. Another late night foray into craps land, and I was OK, but down a bit for me.
Did the get up thing again, packed tables, figures WTF, play somemore WOF. Damn if it don’t hit for 500 the next morning.
Wife/shopper did good on BJ, up maybe 400, over all, we probably are up a few hundred, but shopping killed that.
Craps was like the sea, ebb and flow, mostly good, but the bad went south on the fast train everytime.
The Meet –
Met up with Polotower, BigE, MarkG, and Pipette. Wonderful, friendly folks. Got a chip from the hipple experiment that will remain untouched for further generations. Thanks again, Pipette. Hope everyones journeys were smooth and safe. BigE we picked up that cam, it is a winner.
Overall –
Too fast, too fun, too furious. Some of the people were so damn nice it amazed me. Staff, dealers, all good. Shopper could do without the porn slappers. (had to keep her off of them, trying to hand the crap to me, while were are hand-in-hand down the strip) Saw most of the stuff we didn’t before, and ate all we could different spots mostly, but I will eat mostly anything. Did get freebies from the Cal, MSS so that was cool.
Till next time, Aloha.
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