11-03-2005, 10:34 AM
Our director put it succintly at the get go "There's no crying in Vegas. You just take it like the man or woman you are and move on." Truer words have never been spoken in Sin City.
We were housed at Boulder Station, which is about 10-15 minutes from the Sam Boyd Sivler Bowl and about half an hour from the strip. That means it's way out in the desert. It was one of those local & retiree casino hotels, country western/train themed, where Star Search winners sing. Penny, nickle, dime slots - all the quarters were vidoe poker - and the raped me. I thought I'd last longer playing dimes - there was an Alien machine, a Star Wars machine, an I Dream of Jeannie machine that kept saying "yes master!" - that's why I'm eating cheese sammiches this week. My gambling catch, plus more, was gone in the first evening. The high point of the hotel was the cafe menu's special Healthy Food section (as opposed to the Unhealthy food in the rest of the menu) - listed there was a meat & cheese omelet, a bacon double cheeseburger, and a cheese topped top sirlion. I was sure I would fall off my recent 'no land meat' wagon on this trip, but I didn't. Had some fine fish tho - in the desert. The desert that is Babylon. We went to the Wynn for drunch - I had the salmon. Very tasty. That would be the only time spent on the 'strip'. Then we went back to Boulder Station, where I lost all my cash. Now, the wise thing to do would have been to get a good night's sleep before the long day ahead. But no, another dime, another pull, another enthusiastic 'yes master' from a Barbara Eden impersonator voice, another shot of jd/goldschlager/beer/glen morangie (port wood aged 12 years)...
Viva Las Vegas!
We were housed at Boulder Station, which is about 10-15 minutes from the Sam Boyd Sivler Bowl and about half an hour from the strip. That means it's way out in the desert. It was one of those local & retiree casino hotels, country western/train themed, where Star Search winners sing. Penny, nickle, dime slots - all the quarters were vidoe poker - and the raped me. I thought I'd last longer playing dimes - there was an Alien machine, a Star Wars machine, an I Dream of Jeannie machine that kept saying "yes master!" - that's why I'm eating cheese sammiches this week. My gambling catch, plus more, was gone in the first evening. The high point of the hotel was the cafe menu's special Healthy Food section (as opposed to the Unhealthy food in the rest of the menu) - listed there was a meat & cheese omelet, a bacon double cheeseburger, and a cheese topped top sirlion. I was sure I would fall off my recent 'no land meat' wagon on this trip, but I didn't. Had some fine fish tho - in the desert. The desert that is Babylon. We went to the Wynn for drunch - I had the salmon. Very tasty. That would be the only time spent on the 'strip'. Then we went back to Boulder Station, where I lost all my cash. Now, the wise thing to do would have been to get a good night's sleep before the long day ahead. But no, another dime, another pull, another enthusiastic 'yes master' from a Barbara Eden impersonator voice, another shot of jd/goldschlager/beer/glen morangie (port wood aged 12 years)...
Viva Las Vegas!
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