Finally we’re back home, sweet home. Well, not back exactly. After arriving in Vegas midnight Fri/Sat (Otis got there a half day earlier) we were now ACTUALLY CHECKING IN to the hotel at…
Saturday 5:00 PM (Vegas Time)
8th floor, Tower one, Excalibur. The glory of just checking slot hoki in was Otis and I could get dibs on the room’s two beds. Tough titties to BadBlood and CJ. Otis was Gone in 60 Seconds, I showered, dozed and then…
Sunday 5:00 AM (Vegas Time)
As Lili Von Shtupp told sheriff Bart, “I feel we-fweshed”! 12 hours of unconscious bliss and it’s again GAME-ON! I slid into my only other clean pants and the one back-up shirt and headed straight to the tables.
The room ain’t busy but awfully familiar. At the 1-3 spread game I find Otis in the 2 seat, Iggy in the 4, Little Willy in the 7 and Marty VIII..sitting in 9. With an open seat next to Iggy, I was ready to roll.
The room smells stale at 5AM. The late night gamblers have left their half finished cocktails on scattered, and the half naked chubbies in dark ages robes haven’t been too diligent. . The dealer says he’s the former basketball coach at West Virginia and a half drunk Albanian who looks like Golem in Soveit-bloc chic is to my left. Behind Iggy I quickly spy a half eaten box of Krispy Kreme (Al’s?), but am advised against its contents. No food. It must be southern comfort for breakfast and only a double shot will do. Good morning Vegas! Game-ON!
1-3 ran well. As well as can be expected. Iggy didn’t stay long once Grubby dropped by and the long parade of fish dropped in and out of his now-vacant chair. But the …