Las Vegas Days 6, 7, & 8: Excuse Me While I Run to the Bathroom
Day 6 (Monday, June 25) proved to be one of the poorer days I have ever had in Las Vegas. I met up with Very Josie and we walked to Aria to have lunch. Although I had not eaten anything that morning, I was not particularly hungry. I stuck mostly to healthy things, with, of course, a mashed potato tribute to TBC. I was starting to feel a little punk. However, I was a master chef that afternoon as I grilled Josie like never before. The great interrogator strikes again!
As we were finishing lunch Rob called to ask about afternoon plans. We invited Rob and his car (he he) to pick us up and go with us Golden Nugget, where TBC and koala were playing. Josie had a dinner date with TBC late that afternoon. Rob and his car are very nice to have around sometimes!
Josie seemed to be doing pretty well at the Nugget, so I thought I would have a little fun with her -- bluff her off a hand (she doesn't let go easily but knows a big raise from me means huge hand), and then show the bluff. Well, things didn't work out as planned. Ms. Run Goot called my raise with pocket Jacks and hit a set on the turn. When action came to me I fired out a big bet, expecting her to fold. She then raised me and I hollywooded like I actually had a hand and had a big decision to make. Bah!
Josie eventually went to her dinner with Tony, leaving Rob, koala, and me at the table. I got a whole lot o nuttin.When the dinner was over, Josie had to leave to catch her flight. By this time I had been feeling even worse and asked Rob if he could drop me off at Bally's. I was hoping that I would feel well enough to play a few hands, but instead went immediately to my room where I felt the full effects of my illness over the next several hours. My flight was scheduled to depart at 11:40 a.m. the next morning, and I knew there was no way I could be on that flight. I called Southwest Airlines and was able to reschedule my flight home for a day and a half later. I went to sleep and planned on extending my hotel stay the next morning.
Day 7 started out with a call to Caesars Entertainment. I was given what I thought was a high rate for an extra midweek day, so I decided to check in person at the desk. I was given a lower rate by the woman working platinum check in/check out, and she suggested I speak with a host to see what could be done (I already had several comped days during my stay). The host gave me a great rate for the extra day, and I ventured out in search of some food and some Gatorade. I ate breakfast at La Salsa Cantina in the Miracle Mile Shops in Planet Hollywood, and chugged down a quart of Gatorade. I got one more for the road and headed back to my room for more sleep -- for I had to sleep immediately!
I had gotten a message from Carmel offering to take me out to dinner if I felt well enough, and in the early evening I ventured to the Bally's poker room. Feeling somewhat better, I met Carmel later that night for what proved to be an interesting and fun evening. Before we left Bally's, however, I was begged by some guy to have my picture taken with him.
Carmel and I ate at a great place in Chinatown -- Hue Thai's Sandwiches -- having some Banh Mi (house special and chicken) sandwiches and Tom Yum soup. It was great! Afterwards we rode around Las Vegas and stopped in at Ellis Island to check out the poker room. The tables were covered and no one was anywhere around, so we went back cruising around when Carmel decided to stop at the Green Door - a swingers club! Did I want to see the dungeon? Hmmm ... carrying a substantial amount of money, still feeling ill, not wanting to end up like so many of the rubes I had seen on CSI -- uhhh -- NO!
We drove down to the Fremont Street Experience and had a great time bumming around. Unfortunately, koala and Tony had already gone to bed. However, there were plenty of interesting things to keep us occupied.
The line, was, I am sure, long and I did not feel up to it, but we decided that on my next trip to Las Vegas we would for sure try the zip line on Fremont Street.
The illness still had a hold on me, however, and I finally had my batteries worn almost all the way down -- meaning that I must again sleep immediately. Carmel dropped me off at Bally's -- the end to a very fun night.
Day 8 -- my extra day -- was the day to get in a little shopping. I bought a dozen decks of casino used playing cards for my home game friends and a few other gifts, then met Rob and his car back at Bally's. He was going to join me for my final poker session after checking out, and I told him that I would like to play on his turf, the BSC. This final session included the story I posted about earlier -- the group of women who wanted Rob to take a picture of their cleavage -- and some expert poker play by Rob, who clearly was in his element at the BSC. As for me -- tons of draws that never got there. Meh. So much for poker on this trip.
Although my flight was delayed, it ended up getting into Chicago only a little later than planned, shortly after midnight. I did not feel up to driving the over two hour trip back home, so I instead stayed overnight at my Mom's house in the far west suburbs. Home would have to wait one more day.
One final Las Vegas post is still to come to tie up a few things and talk about some people I need to mention.
As we were finishing lunch Rob called to ask about afternoon plans. We invited Rob and his car (he he) to pick us up and go with us Golden Nugget, where TBC and koala were playing. Josie had a dinner date with TBC late that afternoon. Rob and his car are very nice to have around sometimes!
Josie seemed to be doing pretty well at the Nugget, so I thought I would have a little fun with her -- bluff her off a hand (she doesn't let go easily but knows a big raise from me means huge hand), and then show the bluff. Well, things didn't work out as planned. Ms. Run Goot called my raise with pocket Jacks and hit a set on the turn. When action came to me I fired out a big bet, expecting her to fold. She then raised me and I hollywooded like I actually had a hand and had a big decision to make. Bah!
Josie eventually went to her dinner with Tony, leaving Rob, koala, and me at the table. I got a whole lot o nuttin.When the dinner was over, Josie had to leave to catch her flight. By this time I had been feeling even worse and asked Rob if he could drop me off at Bally's. I was hoping that I would feel well enough to play a few hands, but instead went immediately to my room where I felt the full effects of my illness over the next several hours. My flight was scheduled to depart at 11:40 a.m. the next morning, and I knew there was no way I could be on that flight. I called Southwest Airlines and was able to reschedule my flight home for a day and a half later. I went to sleep and planned on extending my hotel stay the next morning.
Day 7 started out with a call to Caesars Entertainment. I was given what I thought was a high rate for an extra midweek day, so I decided to check in person at the desk. I was given a lower rate by the woman working platinum check in/check out, and she suggested I speak with a host to see what could be done (I already had several comped days during my stay). The host gave me a great rate for the extra day, and I ventured out in search of some food and some Gatorade. I ate breakfast at La Salsa Cantina in the Miracle Mile Shops in Planet Hollywood, and chugged down a quart of Gatorade. I got one more for the road and headed back to my room for more sleep -- for I had to sleep immediately!
I had gotten a message from Carmel offering to take me out to dinner if I felt well enough, and in the early evening I ventured to the Bally's poker room. Feeling somewhat better, I met Carmel later that night for what proved to be an interesting and fun evening. Before we left Bally's, however, I was begged by some guy to have my picture taken with him.
Carmel and I ate at a great place in Chinatown -- Hue Thai's Sandwiches -- having some Banh Mi (house special and chicken) sandwiches and Tom Yum soup. It was great! Afterwards we rode around Las Vegas and stopped in at Ellis Island to check out the poker room. The tables were covered and no one was anywhere around, so we went back cruising around when Carmel decided to stop at the Green Door - a swingers club! Did I want to see the dungeon? Hmmm ... carrying a substantial amount of money, still feeling ill, not wanting to end up like so many of the rubes I had seen on CSI -- uhhh -- NO!
We drove down to the Fremont Street Experience and had a great time bumming around. Unfortunately, koala and Tony had already gone to bed. However, there were plenty of interesting things to keep us occupied.
The line, was, I am sure, long and I did not feel up to it, but we decided that on my next trip to Las Vegas we would for sure try the zip line on Fremont Street.
The illness still had a hold on me, however, and I finally had my batteries worn almost all the way down -- meaning that I must again sleep immediately. Carmel dropped me off at Bally's -- the end to a very fun night.
Day 8 -- my extra day -- was the day to get in a little shopping. I bought a dozen decks of casino used playing cards for my home game friends and a few other gifts, then met Rob and his car back at Bally's. He was going to join me for my final poker session after checking out, and I told him that I would like to play on his turf, the BSC. This final session included the story I posted about earlier -- the group of women who wanted Rob to take a picture of their cleavage -- and some expert poker play by Rob, who clearly was in his element at the BSC. As for me -- tons of draws that never got there. Meh. So much for poker on this trip.
Although my flight was delayed, it ended up getting into Chicago only a little later than planned, shortly after midnight. I did not feel up to driving the over two hour trip back home, so I instead stayed overnight at my Mom's house in the far west suburbs. Home would have to wait one more day.
One final Las Vegas post is still to come to tie up a few things and talk about some people I need to mention.
posted by lightning36 at 11:11 PM
20 Comments:
"and some expert poker play by Rob"
Music to my ears, Lightning.
BTW, it sounds to me like after you got sick, you ate an awful lot of possibly not very mild food for someone with a stomach ailment. Just saying.
I won't go into details here and make Waffles' day.
u never said carmel was with u when u was downtown after id gone to sleep. if that was the case, u couldve called on the phone to wake me up instead of texting since ive never once got to see who she is. and then id came downstairs.
Those have to be the worst pictures of you ever. That is saying a lot. That one with green cheeks is certainly trumped by the one of you turning bright red with those nice officers. Makes one want to take your temp and not orally.
Mojo, Pat and JustDealEm must be shuddering at the photos. Edward Steichen you ain't.
I texted you Tony and you were asleep. Get real, Tony. You weren't going to be waking up for anyone.
You live in the same town as Carmel. Set something up with her if you want to meet her.
Don't give him ideas.
Got a stomach bug for a day when I was in Vegas last March. No fun!
Thanks for the reports. Sounds like a good time (except for the stomach issues).
It was light fare. Next time you're in town I can take you of you like. Might knock your socks off, other things to if you're lucky.
My Vegas trip was pretty tame compared to yours. Good recap.
So is the police precinct the other door next to the Green Door? Or are they the same entrance and it's just a police sticker with police phone number or something? And are we truly to believe you and Carmel didn't enter?
Next time I will take you to my favorite Mexican joint.
thats kind of a rude thing to say. and lightnings telling a goddamned lie, of course id got up, simply cause id never seen carmel and i was surprised she was willing to come downtown where id be, it was the first time shes ever been willing to come to anywhere i was all the time i spent in vegas all last year. so considering how rare of her it was to make that outreach i certainly wouldnt refused to leave my room and say hi. u must have very little common sense and not know me at all if u seriously believed what u type.
no woman, except for Josie or claudia ever talks to me, except for Diane who should be coming down to say hi tonight at the nugget. problem is claudia is coming by around 6.30pm to give me the underwear and socks she bought me, so i dont know how that will work out, but anyway. why do u think i miss Britni so much?
at least im not so broke and back to $4900 and have MONEY to cheer me up. money is better to have than any woman, its the one thing that will not let u down. im sure we all agree.
Tony, if you were sleeping and couldn't hear the text coming in, how were you supposed to hear your phone ring? And knowing how zonked out you get when you are really tired, are we to believe you would shoot out of bed?
And no, not surprisingly, I do NOT agree with you. Money means very little to me. It is not better to have than any woman and lets people down all the time.
@Lindy -- I was willing to let those "officers" do a strip search, but that would have cost me more than I wanted, I am sure ...
i cant usually hear a text, but i can usually hear a phone ring, it makes more noise. and u couldve done the same thing u shouldve done with josie. (by that i mean call my ROOM PHONE INSTEAD). u do not need the room number, only the last name. i dont understand why josie forgave u, im still upset with seattle irish for doing that to me that u did to Josie. a room phone as opposed to a cell, definitely wakes a guy up, even if the cells turned off. if id been worried about Josie enough to call, first thing id done is use the room phone. and forgive me, i just gave back over $140 of todays $300 win and a little stressed out.
LOL I am speechless. I am without speech.
Tony, I tried to contact you and you were asleep. End of friggin story.
And you don't understand why Josie forgave me? There was little to forgive. She was the one who treated a concerned friend like shit.
Hey! I wouldn't go so far to say I treated you like shit! I was shocked, reacted accordingly, and felt bad afterwards. Sheesh.
Tony, you had 2 women meeting you tonight, plus your doing well money wise ....so don't feel down.
lightning dont think im upset with u, i really am glad u at least attempted to come downtown to where i was.
Man, you look like you're a walking party!
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