Traveling man.
High points and low points.
One of the high points had to be Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville” restaurant, in Vegas. compared with just about every other place to eat, it was cheap. Or relatively so. The “Cheese Burger in Paradise” was only, and I’m doing this from memory, $8.95. The good Margarita? I think that was $12, but I’m not sure. My favorite Margarita tester, Bubba, didn’t get that much of a buzz off the drink, and in his words, “For 12 dollars? I should be seeing tracers n’shit.”
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[/style>Another high point, not exactly a personal best, but a good buzz, for me, was on a “Fort Knox” machine. In the Mirage. This is a One Penny slot machine. With about seven mechanical reels. And it was fun. I’m guessing I was up at fifty bucks at the best, and the time when I should’ve cashed out, but I had to play a little longer, and I did. But I was still ahead. On a penny slot machine. Still, like, forty bucks up. That’s some hard work.
One day, I’ll learn to take my own advice, too. I was sitting outside the restroom, in the Flamingo, and just as Bubba was calling, I hit some nickel machine for about $30. Between that and the morning at Paris, I was up. I walked over to the cheap roulette wheel, bought chips, and watched as my number came up on the first round.
Now, if only I’d cashed out? I wouldn’t be worried about cab fare home.
One of the signs that I travel too much? As I was getting out of the shower? I grabbed some lotion out of my portable toiletries: cool cucumber. Left over from some other resort hotel. Don’t ask, I couldn’t tell from the branding. The problem with where I was at? Pomegranate. I was walking out of the hotel smelling like a fruit basket. Not that anyone in Vegas would notice.
It certainly wasn’t me, and it goes against conventional wisdom, but I did see a $20 bill, at the airport, turn into $188. Same flight home, too. Damn.
Price check:
Hot dog, roadside food in Austin? $1.19 at the store, either $1.50 or $2 on Congress Ave. from the street vendor, and at the Las Vegas Airport? $3.91.
I’m too tired to do the math.
Nuances of weather?
A sprinkle, barely enough moisture to wet one’s throat, much less anything else? But in Las Vegas? Weather delays after a 15-minute rain storm. Who’d a thunk it?
