So had boring medical bullshit to attend to in the Valley of the Whores this week. Time to party. Logged in to take care of some emails now time to details the path of destruction. I was done at Valley Hospital just after the click of noon. Hit up Broadway Pizza for a couple of slices and Italian ice then went to a call for repetition (aka Encore) for check in. If the ball and chain was here would have a parlor or salon suite but no need - this is solo (not counting hookers and other hookups) trip so no need. Took a nap until 4. In the spirit of Nate head to the roulette table with 1000^-2 on 17 and 20 and ungatz - so switch to my numbers and I felt like a stunad. Rinse and repeat a few times and I am down five bills before my drink came. Headed over to the video keno that netted me $1175 a few month back and a deuce disappeared without anything to write home about. It was early and was hungry so head to Sinatra for a meal on my own. Was there a few years ago with my pops and was still not disappointed. I am not from his era but enjoy the music. I thank the cow that gave his/her life for my continued survival. Had an overpriced bottle of Chateaux I Don't Remember but it was a worthy Bordeaux indeed. I have always had a soft spot for Mirage so took a cab for the distance over there. Hit the single 0 table. Quarter on my ten numbers then spread another $250 splitting them and first roll hit 16 which I had straight up and split for $1300. Double my ten and say that single digit has not hit so hit them hard and BOOM SHAKALAKA 5 straight up for 4 quarter and 2 split for just under $4500. I know this streak is not going to end. I have a crap load out and come up bubbles. Repeat and 10 hit for me for 3 straight up and 2 split - one with 7 and one with 11 - for a tad under $3500. I press some on the next spin and come on nada. I cash out up a ton and head over to the other side of the high limit slots to blow me hold em bonus or whatever it is. I hold my own through an hour of nonsense with the here and there trips until I switched from screwdrivers to hurricanes and the all of a sudden it is boat and flushes out the ying yang. Each one is like + $2-300 but when in a string they are muy bueno. I can't recall the specifitiies but my buy in of $500 is rturned with a yellow and some smaller blacks and green - I am assuming $1350 or so. I love the game because you can squeeze the cards. The night gets hazier and a few hookers in between and I know I am up a few Gs. I head to Wynn not knowing I am at Encore. I hit random penny/nickle slot along the way and don't think I lose or win much. In between the walk between Wynn and Encore an Asian (later found to be Korean) lady of the night hits me up. I have rheumatoid arthritis so can always use a good rubdown. She joins me and gets curious when I stop at then shorts - nonetheless she gives a nice rub. When it comes to the end she did not make the move for Mr. Little Cardiologist and I encouraged her to do so. When she was done - she gave a push to join me for the weekend. I gave the push back. That did not turn out well. So Mr. Happy did his thing and I could not get this broad to leave. I heard stories of poverty and a pet she could not afford to feed. It was gut retching. She offered to stay the weekend. Heard stories of her and her car. I am a person who loves profit but falls easy for the sob story. I told her she has got to go but that maybe I would see her tomorrow (not). Then as talking she played the suicide card. Maybe I would be better off dead. Now on the surface, I am a right wing, help yourself, do unto yourself - but I can not ignore the desperate. So I talk to her a bit - maybe I will see you tomorrow and kick her out. So here I am - with a few extra bucks in my pocket - a few less seamen in my balls - feeling sad for those on the lower end of society - and ready to hit the shit tomorrow!