Terrible's Silver
Sevens. I leave the Orleans and haphazardly jaywalk across Tropicana to the
Budget Car Rental lot. I've reserved a Camry, prepaid. We shall see. I wait in
line as usual, and of course there's no Camry available. " Kia Optima"
No Ultima? "Optima." Whatever. " Plus, the AARP coupon isn't good
here either, so you owe us an extra $30." Whatever. Just give me the car.
"Wait out front." So I spot a black Kia out front and wait. Dude shows
up and we go over the car. I sign and leave. Then I notice it's only go 1/8th of
a tank of gas. Back to the lot. "Just bring it back with the same amount of
gas. We don't have a pump here." Whatever. Sweet Ti sez to name her Négro.
Négro, the non-Camry
On to Henderson, Ziggy
answers the door obviously in pain. He's 68 and in great shape. Or was till he
took a spill. Plus, he has to see his G.P to get a referral to see a bone
doctor. Medicare. Sweet Bo is at the gym, so we hang out and catch up on our
lives. Their son Sebastian is now living with them. He works in the cage at SLS.
And of course there's little Dusty. He's a rescue terrier who barks at me for
all of 20 seconds and then settles down next to me on the couch. Bo returns, and
we hug and she gives me the rest on the details of the Tragedy. Zig is on
Tramadol and is a bit zonked. They promise to keep me informed of any
updates to the Tragedy. They are worried that Ziggy might have to have surgery
for nerve damage. Soon enough, I retrieve Wheelie® and take my leave. Take care
of our Zig, Bo! Next stop is Wally World for room supplies. Not my usual Rainbow
Blvd. Wally, but the one on Eastern near their house. And it's mobbed. But I
find what I need and boogie on back to the Big Easy. Shortcut on Russell Rd.
brings me by the spot for the new NFL stadium.
Las Vegas Raiders Stadium - eventually
I self park in the
Emerald, the Shiny Green Card gated lock up. I pile up Wheelie® and head for
Invited Guests to check on my new room. Brí says it's not ready yet. In fact,
it's listed as out of service. Strange. She makes a call. They are just
finishing up working on the AC unit. Should be ready shortly. I get the keys and
am asked to wait half an hour. So I elevate to the old room. Mark joins me and
helps me get my stuff ready to move. After the obligatory half hour, we make the
move. Upon arrival, the maid and her boss are in the room. "This room is
still out of service sir!" Well, I was given the keys."Give us half an
hour" Tell ya what, we will just leave our stuff here and come back later.
"Very well." Time to gambol! . It's getting near time for the YAH
drawing, so I deposit my virtual tickets in the virtual drum at the virtual
kisok. Well, the kiosk actually exists. I've only earned 4k points so far today.
Not very good odds for the drawing. Time to show Mark a couple of my favorite
machines. There's a Triple Double RWB that I did good on last year. 3 reel, 5
line, $1 demon. Next to it is a Triple Double Diamond Deluxe. I take the former,
Mark the later. We are doing alright when I hit this. Fire it up for us Jim!
V
Hey Now!
We hit the Wally shorties with my newfound wealth. Our trusty Barkeep is today's
local, Daniel. Just about the hardest working Orleans employee. Daniel is always
either stocking the beer coolers or cleaning. He has my Ab'Dulls waiting for me
as I take my seat. I inquire about his son. He was the guy who pushed people off
of the top of the Stratosphere. But last fall he started training to be a Smoke
Jumper and recently graduated. So now he jumps out of airplanes into Wildfires.
Dude! Daniel is understandably very proud of him. Let's try some $1 BP, shall
we?
Roll the Tape Jimmy!
Dinner time folks. YAH picks up the tab for one buffet, the room charge for the
other.
