Everyday, normal life pressures were getting to me and I knew there was only one remedy. A few weeknights on Fremont street disappearing into the chaos and enjoying a great break from reality. That's why we all go isn't it? Whether we're going big like NateDog or going small like me with three nights comped at the luxurious Golden Gate (non-suite) two bed standard overlooking Fremont band stage. Grabbed my Vegas buddy, (Mr. $5), and he was up to the task and as is usual he's always game when I'm buying the gas and paying for the room. Couldn't leave until 1:30 from LA on the 6th but Mr. $5 promised me there would be a cold beer in my hand by 5:30 if he could drive. He's a great driver if you don't mind risking your life. The payoff was worth the risk. And sure enough, after receiving earplugs from the Golden Gate check-in gal the bags were thrown in and I headed for the VP bar and arrived at 5:25. I only brought $400 with me, but was prepared to do double that. Two days of gambling with $400 a day risked is good enough for me. I play some Bonus something VP for quarters and the bartender is taking great care of me. Started with a $5 tip and he keeps the Blue Moon drafts flowing (I don't know why I like this beer, but I'm man enough to drink beer with an orange slice in it!) and a couple of stiff shots of Maker's Mark. After a 30 minute session I'm somehow up about $120 and several drinks. I have a picture or two that I'll post later - perhaps that will refresh my memory. Sunday was one of those nights. No huge wins, just modest ones that kept adding up. Played the Gate, Queens, D's, California and Mainstreet. Won something everywhere we went. We fit in dinner at Magnolia's for some prime rib. Played $10 blackjack and would progress some bets slowly if I got a streak going. Enjoy playing MVP Holdem' at the Cal especially if there are some people with that friendly aloha spirit playing. Just had fun, laughed, drank and gambled the night away. Landed at Golden Gate at about 11:00 p.m. I like the dancing and the dealers and the atmosphere of that place. People watching is great and the girls are pleasant if you're not inappropriate and creepy. At just past midnight, my middle aged body just told me I was "done". The alcohol, stress of working through the holiday, food and pace of the day just caught up with me. Told my buddy I was "tapping out" and absorbed the good natured ribbing that went with that. Mostly several derisive comments regarding my masculinity and I've had less than 15 drinks and I'm already "done". I took it like a man, but I would get even.