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Our nicknames for this trip were Princess Ass-O, Control Group and Seven. And let me tell you why… Matt, Tim and I cruised up to Las Vegas in our very own ghetto-mobile: a Chevy Cavalier. Before heading up, we bought snacks, including Apple-Os. I lifted one to my mouth to take a bite and realized, hey, this smells like ass. Everyone else smelled it and agreed: ass. They were soon re-named Ass-Os. The tradition when heading into Nevada is to toss coins as you cross the state line. I guess it’s a none-too-subtle metaphor for throwing your money away, but its supposed to bring you luck. Matt was asleep in the back seat, and Tim and I decided to throw Ass-Os instead. We wanted them to stick to the windows of the cars behind us (because that’s funny) so we decided to lick them first. In order to test the luckiness of this deed, I licked the white side, Tim licked the green side, and Matt was our control group. “Should we tell him why we’re calling him ‘control group’?” “No, it would be funnier if we just let him figure it out.” Of course, Tim got the short end of the stick when he was dubbed Princess Ass-O almost immediately thereafter.
Our ghetto-mobile took us to a ghetto hotel: Circus Circus. By the end of Friday night, I was attempting to convince everyone that the hotel’s name really was “Circus Circus Circus Circus.” In other words, I was hammered. Somehow, being drunk seemed to be good luck at blackjack, because I won the most money that night, while I was the drunkest. On one amazing hand, I got dealt two sevens, split them, got another seven, split again, and got a fourth seven, and split yet again. Then I got dealt a four to one of my sevens, and had to double down. When I miraculously won all four hands, everyone told me I should bet seven on roulette. I dutifully promised to do so. The next day (or in the wee hours of the morning, who the hell knows) I was playing Bingo slots, which I discovered on my trip to Vegas in August. If you will recall, my brother won big bucks on the Bingo machine. Well this time I hadn’t been playing for very long when five sevens popped up, winning me 4000 nickels, or $200. I have never won anything on a slot machine in my life, so I was extremely excited. It was only after the fact that I realized it had been sevens that had come up. “You should bet seven on roulette” someone else said to me. I agreed. As we were leaving the Hard Rock Hotel on Sunday (where Matt wanted to gamble) we ran into Danielle, Phil and Bruce. (There had been some major drama the night before and we hadn’t seen them all weekend.) We talked for a little while and then Danielle reminded us to bet seven on roulette. “Oh, yeah,” I said. “I’ll do that.” We headed to Excalibur for some Krispy Kremes. (If I had my druthers, I would have washed them down with some more of the Cosmos I had at the Hard Rock earlier. I had four in like 30 minutes, they were so good, especially considering their price: free.) This was our last stop before leaving. Last time we were there was when Tim won $50 playing Casino War, when he had been dealt a three. Anyway, after getting our donuts, we were about to leave when I remembered. “I have to bet seven on roulette before we go,” I said. I stopped at the next table and bet the minimum, $4. Tim was up by $200 for the weekend and wanted to “feel like he had lost something” so he put down $20. We stood around and waited to lose. Do I need to tell you what happened? The number that came up, by some miracle of god, was seven. YES!!!!!!! I collected $140 on my bet, and Tim won seven (yes, seven) hundred dollars. Instead of leaving, we turned right around and Tim blew almost $200 bucks on dinner (steaks for them, swordfish for me) at a fancy steakhouse on the strip. Naturally, we talked about this incredible roulette game the whole way home. “You know what never happens in real life, but happens all the time in movies?” “No, what?” “Someone will come to a roulette table, put their money on one number, and the number will come up.” “I know! I know! That was incredible. I’m never going to get over that.” “And could it possibly be more cliched? I mean come on. SEVEN? Lucky seven?” “I know. Why couldn’t it have been a fourteen or something?” “Because I wouldn’t have been dealt four fourteens in blackjack?” “Oh, yeah.”
On Saturday night, we went and saw Blue Man Group. (I made an effort to explain them after my trip to Boston.) They are so indescribable, that I had to just tell everyone to take my word for it that they would like it. Of course this made me nervous, so I was happy to discover that everyone enjoyed themselves. Abby didn’t like it as much as I expected, I don’t think, even though she professed to. The birthday girl (Lucy) seemed to like it a lot though, and Tim said it was “incredible… amazing” and talked about it halfway home. Which is lucky, because I thought it might be a little too relentlessly high concept for him. At any rate, they were excellent yet again and I highly recommend them to you if you live anywhere near Boston, Las Vegas or Chicago. Speaking of the birthday girl, she definitely developed a taste for blackjack. Most of us headed to the Circus Circus (I mean Circus Circus Circus Circus) midway for a couple of hours on Sunday (I won a bunch of stuffed animals, including one for whacking a rubber chicken into a pot.) After about half an hour, Lucy took off to the casino to play blackjack with Tim. She seemed to do pretty well, too. Most people (myself included) are very intimidated when they first start playing blackjack. The experience of actually sitting at that table and getting the cards is nerve racking when you’re first starting out and not sure of the correct plays or the table etiquette. But Lucy was totally cool about it and as a result, playing with her and teaching her the game was great fun. I am so glad she’s finally freaking 21. Now we don’t have to worry about planning stuff anymore. And obviously, she’s going to be a fun person to go to Vegas with.
That’s all the time I have for now. Gotta head home and begin the three day frenzy of running errands and writing entries until my head explodes. I’m hoping to pick the winners in the diarist.net awards for one of my vacation entries, but I will probably not run my “The Juggernaut Approacheth” contest this time. Not because the juggernaut let me down (I think it’s just taking its time approachething) but because I’m scared I won’t have time to deal with it. I was going to make the prize one of my Vegas stuffed animals, too. I even have enough for more than one prize. Well, I might have the contest after all then. We’ll see. I mean, what
the hell else am I going to do with a stuffed chicken?
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Finished The Killing Game. Good ending but the romance is lame.  frankly franticJournal Quote of the Day: “And if he had been playing the maximum coins (which you are always supposed to do) he would have won something like $5,000. But I didn’t mention it to him.' ”Random Tidbit: I have a super bad cut on my heel. I hope it "heels" soon.Work Days Left: 58Days Left Including Weekends and Cruises: 95 |
