In a message dated 11/24/2006 9:20:55 P.M. Pacific Standard Time,
krallison416@aol.com writes:
In a message dated 11/24/2006 8:42:17 P.M. Pacific Standard Time,
jt417552@aol.com writes:
This is great stuff. It makes me wish I could go to Vegas like I used to
when I didn't live here.
JT
So who says you can't go to Vegas even though you live here?
Karen
Because... I'm here but when I wake up at 4am I don't say to myself, "Hey.
I'm in Las Vegas, it's time for another prime rib dinner even though I've
had three other prime rib dinners in the last 24 hrs.
Because... when I'm in a 7/11 I don't stare at the other customers
wondering how it feels to live here and maybe someday I will.
Because... when I'm standing on the curb I notice Nevada license plates to
see who are the newcomers to town. The people who don't know anything like I
used to not know.
Because... when I'm doing a play I look across the bank of slant tops at a
fellow advantage player I've never seen before and think, ahh, that guy went
to the Bob Dancer classes got the software, books and plays almost perfectly
like I do and he's going to kill my play. He's looking across at me thinking
the same thing. And anyway he looks like he's rich to start with. Probably
sold three houses in California in order to move here and kill my play.
Because... gambling is not fun anymore. It's such harder work than work
that I only do it part time and have a regular part time job to retain my "guy"
work ethic. You know having to wake up sleeply at exactly the same time
several times a week. Rush around, feed the cats, brush my teeth, (now come on,
do any of us advantage players brush our teeth in order to go play video
poker?) rush to work and perform a job I could do in my sleep. Well, security
guards do sleep on the job. Sometimes I sleep on the job so much, I go home, and
can't sleep. Just incase you think I'm nuts. I was on a site and my relief
showed up. It was a 75 yrs old guy in a brand new Lincoln Continental. He get's
out of his car grumbling and says, "My doctor told me I would die if I didn't
get a job."
Because... well, come to think of it I've had one trip to Vegas I would
never want to do over again. It was when I was married and we all drank heavy
and smoked pot. The wife and I had another couple over who were going together
a long time but never married. All the windows were sealed tight to prevent
the landlord, who lived across the street and was a cop on the Santa Monica
PD from smelling the pot smoke. I even grew pot in the patio. My rationale was
my landlord is always drunk on his front lawn talking to fellow cops who
stop by. He won't bust ME. The parakeets were up on top of the curtains
flashing. We had finished the second 5th of expensive Safeway La Mesa wine and
decided to all get in my old VW and go out to get another bottle. Somehow we got on
the Santa Monica Fwy heading east and I yelled out in my semi drunken state,
"Hey!! Let's go to Vegas so Fred and Charlene can get married." We all
cheered and I kept driving all the way to Vegas. By the time we got here we
realized we didn't have any money, only enough to buy some snacks and gas to return
to LA. At about 7am, after going through the motions of being in "exciting"
Las Vegas, sure, no money and hung over, we got in my VW which was parked in
the then parking lot of the Las Vegas Club, which is now a casino addition and
sports book with those uncomfortable little benches, to begin heading back
home. One problem. My car wouldn't start. We pushed it back and forth in the
parking lot to jump start it. Then, on the streets of Las Vegas at 7am heading
for the fwy and home. Everybody seemed to be driving to or from work. People
with the work ethic. The VW stalled once more and we jumped out to jump it
again. At last, on the fwy heading home. My car would only go about 40mph
because of the sputtering engine fuel problem. We drove tensely for about 30 min
and realized we were heading in the wrong direction. It was about 6pm when we
finally got back home. Fred and Charlene not only didn't get married they
didn't speak to us for several weeks.
So... Mr and Mrs Flusher, if you ever move here make sure your VW is tuned
up first.
JT
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