Cool. Except the games were a little pricey for my cheap tastes. As was everything else. I did get an “espresso float” there, but even that cost enough to make Las Vegas Starbucks look cheap. (Comparison, just for a point of reference, a double shot of espresso marked with a little foam, in Austin? Less than $2. In Vegas? $4?)
The fun never ends in Vegas, I’m sure. Weird place to be on a Tuesday night. At least the rates were cheap and the casino scene didn’t feel as frenetic as it does on weekend. Not nearly as weird, at least not to me.
Had a really good roll going on one penny machine, lasted for better than hour, and I wound up, maybe, $20 or $30 ahead. After what seemed like hours and hours of play. Full moon and all that.
Got one last message from Bubba, something about “he got the shirt,” as in, over lunch, he decided that the perfect souvenir from Vegas would be the shirt off one of the guys on the Strip handing out the “Girls to your room” flyers. Cards. Whatever.
Yes, I’m sure we’ll all hear about that one.
Finally, the problem with being in a top floor at a big hotel? As I was heading to the room? The floor felt like it was swaying. Maybe there’s something in the bottled water I was drinking.
