last part.
it's sunday. i am leaving monday. woke up 8:00-ish. went to breakfast in the cafe at orleans.
had omelet and toast. can't ruin this. really loud customer over my right shoulder with profanity.
staff should talk to him.
retrieved car from valet. as soon as i left i knew i should have dressed warmer. it was in
the 60's but with a strong wind off the mountains.
headed downtown. parked at main street. you need to put so many points through for free parking.
just valet it for $3.
walked downtown thru the Cal. it's cold. walked to el cortez just because. tried to find the mystery
bar but it was way too early. the zip line was closed this early or not open yet.
the pool at golden nugget was not open due to the cold.
had my deep fried twinky at mermaids. tradition. ate half. went across to dupars and wanted shrimp but not after 1/2 twinky. plus dupars was packed. good for them.
walked back through california to main street.
played and lost.
now the best part of my trip.
i went to have a few beers at the main street brew bar. i know it's called something, but once again i am too lazy to look it up.
sat and was watching college basketball when a gent and gal sit to my left. started talking to him to my immediate left amy, his wife, is two left. i don't care what his name is right now. they are from jacksonville, florida. she is a personal banker. john says he is a retired principal. i am who i am. enough about us.
we started out just watching college basketball and the merits of the coaches, players, etc.
we talk. john starts with people don't believe how old he is. he doesn't look it, blah, blah.
i bite and say i am 60. he tells me he's 63 and Amy is 42, also, she is his 4th wife. okay.
he mentioned some stuff i didn't listen to about his three exes and amy's kids. oh. her ex husband does not
like him. duh...
during beers he mentions that she has a nice body. i look over and say i will trust him but i
won't stare.
main street had just tapped their burbon scotch ale beer after three years. it's a beer that's aged in burbon kegs. i tried a few ounces. when it was bottled it was 6%. after tapping it was over 11.
back to story. amy was drinking these. i am still drinking with john. now it is time for me to leave.
i stand up and john says to amy why don't you show him your boobs. with no hesitation she lifts
up her shirt to reveal the two most wonderful breasts i have seen in person.
okay. i tap john on the shoulder and thank him. i put my arm around her and tell her she's my
newest bestest friend but i have to go. the guy next to pulled out his phone/camera but was too late.
left and met brent at ellis island. i had the 2 for 1 ribs. also the 3 drinks with lva coupon. all was very good.
dropped him off on street north of bally's. i iwent to orleans. gambled craps/bj/vp. lost.
was in room by 11:00. packed and in bed.
bad trip gambling. won first 20 hours and nothing after that.
i think we are leaving harrahs and moving to mlife, just more/better odds games. on our trip they will give
you a fair time to gamble. monte was a very nice place to stay.
wayne
it's sunday. i am leaving monday. woke up 8:00-ish. went to breakfast in the cafe at orleans.
had omelet and toast. can't ruin this. really loud customer over my right shoulder with profanity.
staff should talk to him.
retrieved car from valet. as soon as i left i knew i should have dressed warmer. it was in
the 60's but with a strong wind off the mountains.
headed downtown. parked at main street. you need to put so many points through for free parking.
just valet it for $3.
walked downtown thru the Cal. it's cold. walked to el cortez just because. tried to find the mystery
bar but it was way too early. the zip line was closed this early or not open yet.
the pool at golden nugget was not open due to the cold.
had my deep fried twinky at mermaids. tradition. ate half. went across to dupars and wanted shrimp but not after 1/2 twinky. plus dupars was packed. good for them.
walked back through california to main street.
played and lost.
now the best part of my trip.
i went to have a few beers at the main street brew bar. i know it's called something, but once again i am too lazy to look it up.
sat and was watching college basketball when a gent and gal sit to my left. started talking to him to my immediate left amy, his wife, is two left. i don't care what his name is right now. they are from jacksonville, florida. she is a personal banker. john says he is a retired principal. i am who i am. enough about us.
we started out just watching college basketball and the merits of the coaches, players, etc.
we talk. john starts with people don't believe how old he is. he doesn't look it, blah, blah.
i bite and say i am 60. he tells me he's 63 and Amy is 42, also, she is his 4th wife. okay.
he mentioned some stuff i didn't listen to about his three exes and amy's kids. oh. her ex husband does not
like him. duh...
during beers he mentions that she has a nice body. i look over and say i will trust him but i
won't stare.
main street had just tapped their burbon scotch ale beer after three years. it's a beer that's aged in burbon kegs. i tried a few ounces. when it was bottled it was 6%. after tapping it was over 11.
back to story. amy was drinking these. i am still drinking with john. now it is time for me to leave.
i stand up and john says to amy why don't you show him your boobs. with no hesitation she lifts
up her shirt to reveal the two most wonderful breasts i have seen in person.
okay. i tap john on the shoulder and thank him. i put my arm around her and tell her she's my
newest bestest friend but i have to go. the guy next to pulled out his phone/camera but was too late.
left and met brent at ellis island. i had the 2 for 1 ribs. also the 3 drinks with lva coupon. all was very good.
dropped him off on street north of bally's. i iwent to orleans. gambled craps/bj/vp. lost.
was in room by 11:00. packed and in bed.
bad trip gambling. won first 20 hours and nothing after that.
i think we are leaving harrahs and moving to mlife, just more/better odds games. on our trip they will give
you a fair time to gamble. monte was a very nice place to stay.
wayne
