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7/27
Left from mother’s house to Dulles, the drive was uneventful.
The 'security check point remove the shoes' thing went quickly.
Mom and sister were hungry. We went to some breakfast bagel place; the food was unremarkable and expensive.
A homosexual made an advance. He was old and dumpy. He wore bifocals, with silver color rims. He had khaki pants and a polo shirt on. He looked in my direction and walked toward me. I was sitting in one those ubiquitous waiting chairs. He accidently brushed his hand across my back, I ignored him. He stared for a bit and then made another pass, and just as he tried to touch me I moved out of the way.
Southwest does a “first come first serve” seating scheme. For $10 one can be an early bird. Being an early bird is recommended, unless being in the meat betwixt unknown sized buns makes you happy.
We landed in Denver. The airport was meh. Cowboy themed shops aplenty! I had a bison burger and a flat tire amber ale for lunch. Bison tastes sweeter than moo cow.
Flew to Las Vegas. Out the window brown/tan. Canyons. Very turbulent. The airport… it has slot machines! There were some ‘Best Buy’ vending machines. Wow.
Taxi ride to the hotel. Hot girls direct to you! 702-696-9696! Neat. Everything seems big.
We stayed at the Mirage. It’s huge and shaped like a Y. The dewds outside take my luggage and give me a card. Oh ty. Everyone wants tips. $2.
I check in. Behind the lobby desk is an aquarium that runs its’ entire length. Some neat fish are contained therein. Signed a sheet telling me that I understood that there was a $15 a day resort fee.
I brought an assortment of 25 cigars, so I got a smoking room. Five of each of the following: Man O’ War Ruination Robusto, 5 Vegas Relic Perfecto, Perdomo 2 Limited Edition Epicure Maduro, CAO ’VR’ Full Fathom Five, and 5 Vegas Gold Series Double Nickel.
The room: king size bed, view of the strip. The room was a standard room with modernist of modern amenities. The fridge… $30 for 30ml of gray goose vodka, $4 for water, $4.50 for a bag of M&M’s. Ouch. The view from the room was ok, I was too high up to leer at peoples.
I call for my things using the "luggage" button on the phone. Man arrives with stuffs in tow. $2.
The cell phone, it rings. “do you have your luggage” “Yes” “Let’s eat dinner.”
I meet my mom and sister in their room. They hadn’t the foggiest idea of what they wanted to eat. Food is food.
There were a number of restaurants available for eatings, unfortunately there were umpteen peoples, or they had a dress code. We went to the BLT burger. The line was gigantic, we were offered and opted for the bar. At the bar our server was from where we were, but from there no longer! Amazing! A banal conversation about the weather occurs. Humidity vs no humidity, yadda, yadda, yadda. I order a boilermaker and a standard hamburger with a slice of American cheese, and onion rings.
Behind the bar there was an assembly line of men and cookware. Each person was a step in the dinner creation process. Busy.
Wild turkey down, followed by a guinness. Tasty. I order a 2nd guinness. The bartender/server guy is elated.
As I watched my guinness settle, my burger arrives. Lettuce, tomato, onion, cheese, sizeable chunk of ground beef pinned to a toasted bun. An army of onion rings surround it. Food was ok.
A discussion of things to do occurred. Visit the desert, see some shows, and wander around. Ok with me.
I had intended to explore the casino. I plopped $51 down, and bid the mom and sister adieu. The beer and burger combo was $20, I assumed beer cost $8 and whiskey $8. I was later informed the bill had been $91.
I wandered out into the casino floor area and began exploring. Rows upon rows upon rows of all manner of games. Win a car, win $400k, win, win, win. All kinds of peoples in various shapes and sizes. Some giggty giggty hot, some 'just because it's made in your size doesnt mean you need to wear it' peoples.
I hit the slots some, in an effort to score some cheap drinks. Gotta tip the cocktail waitresses lest they move like molasses. For about $25 I was able to get 5 gin and tonics.
I was on a 1 cent slot. If you hit the jackpot, it would go into a 10 spin mini game for a chance at a bigger payout. Since I was playing 1 cent at the max bet the steps were $10, $20, $60, $1000. I hit the $60 dollar payout three times. Very nearly got the $1000. Something like that my memory was fuzzy around this point in time.
Naughty things would go here, but what happens in vegas stays in vegas.
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