My upcoming stay at the D has me reminiscing about trips past and one of the best nights I ever had was when two of my buddies and I decided to do some ghetto gambling back during the summer of 11'. We started off at the Cortez and after witnessing five cops tackle a guy to the ground and arrest some nutcase outside the joint(I have this on video), we made our decent to the W. Once inside my buddy and I started playing the nickle slots while my other friend hit the tables. The waitress came along to me and I ordered a drink, she must have been 85 years old, reminded me of my grandma. She was so old I felt bad that she had to be serving drinks.. gave her a five dollar tip for one drink. Having lost my grandmother a year prior her overjoyed reaction(you could see everyone else not even giving her a nickle) almost broke my heart. Having had enough of that, I went over to the bar. I pulled out a twenty dollar bill to pay for a drink when the person next to me and warned me that I shouldn't be pulling that out around here.. lol. Just as that happens my friend hits a nickle jackpot of about ten dollars. The clamor of a hundred nickles hitting the tray at once sends a lot of the locals in a flurry as they start heading to the machine in hopes of a hand out. I quickly threw my drink in a to go cup at the security desk, my friend grabbed whatever nickels he could and we hightailed it out. Great times. We ended up going to the Goldspike after that, don't remember staying long.