Sure,let's do 'Vegas during the GREEN WEEK,I said.
It wouldn't matter what time of the year that I went there,I'm an alchoholic and I am gonna get in trouble,anyway.
Just don't like it too hot or too cold,weather-wise.
Not so much into black jack and craps as I am just drinking beers and playing video poker,anyway.
I will always be a down town guy and this year was no excepton. The Main Street Station,again.
Nothing wrong with the place:good gaming and food and great 9/6 VP. Oh yeah,great beers on tap at the Boar's Breath bar,too.
There were a few chips that I forgot to cash in, the last time I was there. 2 blacks and a one green,left over from a good run at the craps table( last year).
I WOKE UP with a pile of money. Kinda of a good thing,except that I had forgotten how I was betting and how I got to my room. I remembered later ,that I got an escort from the security guys via a wheelchair. I'll guess that they cashed my chips in and wheeled me to a room that I was supposed to be in.
I could not have told them guys.
"We have a guest that does not remember what room he is in,do you have the room number of Mr. ...."
Well,it happened again. GREEN day was on a Thursday and it was nutz,downtown.
The problem started when it was Wednesday(AHEM) morning when I needed to get the hair of the dog that bit me. I needed beer to stop the pounding/nausia in my head and skipped breakast to imbibe once more,that continued all day.
That's when I pulled out my $225 in chips to play a lot of black jack at the MSS. I played for a few hours and was doing well. After 4 more Coronas(no lime),my buddy and I took a walk to see the MSE.
Normal crazy- ness down there.
"Maybe a little food,Dave.OK,tacos? Cool, but damn they were hot!"
Gringo am I! I got my ass kicked.
The heat lasted for quite a while.
Back to the MSS and to the video poker bar and my buddy turned in.
A few hundies later and down to my last 5 credits:
Seems like it does not pay enough for the second highest hand possible.
That was the night that I found out that I do NOT tolerate ALE beers. High rollers.
Think about Mexico. It was unpleasant.
Next day WAS GREEN DAY.
Wheeeeee! Let's see what up with Fremont Street,eh?
Food at the 777 first. . Fish tacos and sirloin beef sliders. YUM! Mt. Dew to wake up.
Over the sky bridge,though the Cal and to the FSE to see what's up.
I found another of my favorite big- boob ladies. Green pasties.
EYE got wood.
Back to the MSS for some more video poker to meet Oleg and Crystal that were great!
I was over-served and was granted a wheel chair ride to my room AGAIN.
Security woke up my room mate and I poured myself into bed.
Friday? I don't care. We gotta check out.
I still have a few hundies left and we called for Uber and was there in 1/2 hour. Some shit-ass Lincoln car that drove and rode like a Ford Taurus to Mc Carren.
OOPS.
Do it again? Yeah.
I simply need adult supervision.
It wouldn't matter what time of the year that I went there,I'm an alchoholic and I am gonna get in trouble,anyway.
Just don't like it too hot or too cold,weather-wise.
Not so much into black jack and craps as I am just drinking beers and playing video poker,anyway.
I will always be a down town guy and this year was no excepton. The Main Street Station,again.
Nothing wrong with the place:good gaming and food and great 9/6 VP. Oh yeah,great beers on tap at the Boar's Breath bar,too.
There were a few chips that I forgot to cash in, the last time I was there. 2 blacks and a one green,left over from a good run at the craps table( last year).
I WOKE UP with a pile of money. Kinda of a good thing,except that I had forgotten how I was betting and how I got to my room. I remembered later ,that I got an escort from the security guys via a wheelchair. I'll guess that they cashed my chips in and wheeled me to a room that I was supposed to be in.
I could not have told them guys.
"We have a guest that does not remember what room he is in,do you have the room number of Mr. ...."
Well,it happened again. GREEN day was on a Thursday and it was nutz,downtown.
The problem started when it was Wednesday(AHEM) morning when I needed to get the hair of the dog that bit me. I needed beer to stop the pounding/nausia in my head and skipped breakast to imbibe once more,that continued all day.
That's when I pulled out my $225 in chips to play a lot of black jack at the MSS. I played for a few hours and was doing well. After 4 more Coronas(no lime),my buddy and I took a walk to see the MSE.
Normal crazy- ness down there.
"Maybe a little food,Dave.OK,tacos? Cool, but damn they were hot!"
Gringo am I! I got my ass kicked.
The heat lasted for quite a while.
Back to the MSS and to the video poker bar and my buddy turned in.
A few hundies later and down to my last 5 credits:
Seems like it does not pay enough for the second highest hand possible.
That was the night that I found out that I do NOT tolerate ALE beers. High rollers.
Think about Mexico. It was unpleasant.
Next day WAS GREEN DAY.
Wheeeeee! Let's see what up with Fremont Street,eh?
Food at the 777 first. . Fish tacos and sirloin beef sliders. YUM! Mt. Dew to wake up.
Over the sky bridge,though the Cal and to the FSE to see what's up.
I found another of my favorite big- boob ladies. Green pasties.
EYE got wood.
Back to the MSS for some more video poker to meet Oleg and Crystal that were great!
I was over-served and was granted a wheel chair ride to my room AGAIN.
Security woke up my room mate and I poured myself into bed.
Friday? I don't care. We gotta check out.
I still have a few hundies left and we called for Uber and was there in 1/2 hour. Some shit-ass Lincoln car that drove and rode like a Ford Taurus to Mc Carren.
OOPS.
Do it again? Yeah.
I simply need adult supervision.
