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March Madness 2002

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  1. HurricaneMikey

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    My Trip Report

    Ok Everyone...I hope you enjoy, it's a long one

    March Madness 2002


    It was that time of year again. My buddies and I look forward to this for months in advance. Everyone knows that there is no place like Vegas, but it’s especially true come NCAA tournament time.

    I was debating whether or not to go this trip. My job and financial situation had been fairly grim for the last couple of months, and I felt I couldn’t justify the expense of another trip to Las Vegas. Two of my best friends, Eddie B. and Derek, were getting more and more excited for the trip as it got closer, but I was getting depressed about the whole thing. It looked as if I would miss out this time.

    A week before the trip the three of us were out at the local pub shooting some pool, and I broke the news that unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to join them. Besides, our other buddy, Ed W., just went three weeks before and had lost huge. He wasn’t going to go either, and the two of us decided to stay in Phoenix to celebrate March Madness/St. Patrick’s Day. I was very discouraged—Some of the best times of my life have been in Vegas with these guys, and I knew I’d feel crummy missing out.

    Well, Eddie B. and Derek would have none of my depression. They wanted me to go with ‘em, and wouldn’t take “NO” for an answer. They think I’m good luck, so they were desperate. Eddie B. offered to pay for my hotel room. Sorry. I only had $100 to spare for the week. So he upped the ante by offering to donate his entire change bucket to my gambling fund.

    You see, Eddie B. had been tossing all his loose change in a bucket on his dresser for over a year. He offered to take it to the Coinstar machine at the grocery store, and whatever it added up to; he’d give that amount to me in cash. But this offer had conditions. He would only give the cash to me in the casino upon arrival in Vegas. It took me about 10 seconds to consider it, and I said, “The hell with it…I’m going to VEGAS!”

    Even though it was going to be the lowest budget trip I’ve ever made, I was really looking forward to it. There was one problem though. Those guys were going up on Thursday, and I couldn’t leave until Friday. I didn’t feel too bad about that, since I couldn’t really afford a long trip. Normally I budget around $1200 per trip but this time I’d only have about $200 total to gamble with, and if I lost that in one day, it would be a long miserable weekend, indeed. So, I decided that I’d just drive up by myself on Friday.

    Well, Wednesday afternoon, my phone was ringing. It was Ed W., in a raving fit. He tells me he ran into Eddie B. that day and found out I was ditching him and St. Paddy for a trip to Vegas instead! He was a bit upset. Eddie B. had invited him to join us, again, but he refused, and was now mad at me because I was going. I tried to tell him he should go, but I was shouted down in a 3-minute tirade about his losing trip three weeks previous. (Ed W. doesn’t take losing very well&#8230 ;)

    I got off the phone, feeling just a little guilty about going, but it passed after a few minutes. About an hour later, my cell phone was ringing. The caller ID told me it was Ed W calling me, and I thought to myself “Eddie’s coming to Vegas…” When I answered, the first thing he said was “What time are you leaving on Friday morning?” I told him it’d be around 10 am, as I had to meet Eddie B. and Derek at the Golden Gate between 3 and 4 pm that afternoon. All he said was “Pick me up at my house on your way out of town. I’m calling in sick!”

    WOOO HOOO… It took a little bit of arm-twisting and deal making, but all four of us were going! All I could think of was that scene from Silverado, when all four of our heroes finally joined up on horseback and headed out after the wagon train. You just knew good things were bound to happen!

    Well, the next morning (Thursday), I was awakened by the dog barking and Eddie B. pounding on my bedroom door. He and Derek were leaving and were trying to talk me into going with them that day instead of driving up by myself on Friday. (I didn’t tell them that Eddie W. was going to join us—it was going to be a surprise). So I just had to act disappointed and tell them I couldn’t leave with them. Not to worry though, I’d be there the next afternoon. That day was so long and dull though. The time wouldn’t pass fast enough.

    Later that evening as I was packing and doing laundry, I got an interesting phone call. It was Derek, and I could hear slot machines and other various casino sounds in the background. He was calling to tell me that he’d taken a beating that day and needed me to log into his bank account and delay his automatic bill-pay for two weeks. As he gave me a brief account of the day, all I could say was “Ouch”.

    Friday morning, I got up, showered, loaded the truck, stopped by the office and the bank, and made my way to Ed W’s house. I pulled into his driveway and sitting under the carport was a large duffel bag and a cooler. Ed always brings a cooler full of beer and water with him, so we have plenty to drink in the hotel room. This trip is going to be like a college road trip. Instead of separate rooms, five of us are going to cram into one room at the Golden Nugget, so we have to bring sleeping bags and such. It looks more like a camping trip than a Vegas Vacation. (I forgot to mention the ‘fifth Beatle’ of this trip is our buddy Sam, who was driving up from LA. Sam always comes up for the Tournament).

    We gas up, and get on the freeway heading out of Phoenix by 9:45. I look at my watch and tell Ed that we’ll be cracking our first beer around 2:40. The drive up was fairly easy, as usual, filled with our endless jabbering about previous trips, retelling stories, and talking about our fantasies of winning big. We also had a new CD providing the soundtrack this time—it was full of hits like “Luck Be a Lady” and “Ain’t That a Kick In the Head”, and even Ray Charles singing “Blackjack”. The drive seemed a little quicker this time, as trucks and RV’s are no longer allowed on Hoover Dam. There was one quick checkpoint a couple of miles before we got to the dam, but since neither of us looked like we were named “Mohammed”, we where waved through without delay.

    We pulled into the driveway at the Golden Nugget exactly at 2:30 (1:30 local time) and promptly had the truck valet parked. We took our luggage to the bell desk, removed 4 beers from the cooler, and said we’d call down later have the bags delivered. We had an hour and a half before Eddie and Derek were to meet us at the Golden Gate, so we thought we take a quick walk around. We made our way to the Sports Book to check scores and lines, then once around the casino to see if maybe we’d find the other guys. No such luck, but we did go over to the 24 Carat Club to sign up. We find a house phone and call the room. Nobody answers, so I leave a two-word message--“HEY SOUL”, which lets them know I’m here. Just as Ed cracked open his first beer, I glanced at my watch. 2:40. Right on time.

    We pocketed our new slot club cards and decided to head across the street to Binion’s Horseshoe and look over there. We saw a cigar vendor there in the middle of Fremont Street, so Ed decided to buy a few cigars as a way of thanking me for getting him out of work that day and bringing him to Vegas. I graciously accepted his gift of two Partagas, and we hustled our way over to Binion’s, as it was downright chilly that day. We walked around the whole casino, inhaling the aroma that is uniquely Downtown Vegas, and immersing ourselves in the atmosphere. Somewhere between the Elvis slots and the blackjack tables, I realized those nice ladies back at the Golden Nugget slot club desk were enjoying my second beer, which I had inadvertently left behind. We saw no familiar faces at the Horseshoe, so we decided we were hungry. And since we were going to all meet at the Golden Gate anyways, it was time for our first of many Vegas traditions, the 99-cent shrimp cocktail.

    We made our way over to the “Speakeasy”, as we call it, and got in the short line. Normally, I absolutely LOVE this place. But the gal behind the counter had a surly look on her face and made it clear she did not want to help us. Luckily someone else took our order. I had a shrimp cocktail, a ham sandwich on rye, and a Bud Lite. Ed had the same, except roast beef. The sandwiches were great, as usual, but the shrimp cocktails weren’t very good this time. Apparently they had filled the glasses with shrimp right as they came out of the dishwasher, so the glass was warm, and so the shrimp was room temperature. Yuck. We quickly finished and made our way to a five-dollar double deck blackjack table, thinking we’d kill an hour.

    It’s just Ed and me against the dealer. First hand, Ed has blackjack, I have a twenty, and the dealer has a ten showing. He flips an ace. Ed pushes, I lose, dealer wins. I win one hand in two trips through the double deck. Ed has no better luck either. We decide to cash out and get out. I’ve been there ten minutes, and I’m already $50 down. As I stand up from the table, our first incident of “Only in Vegas” comedy occurs. I look down, and stuck to the middle of my shirt is a piece of ham the size of a silver dollar. Ed and me start cracking up and realize that the rat bastard dealer saw it but never said anything. He gets no tip! I pulled it off and tossed it in my mouth for effect. On to the Las Vegas Club!

    We cross the street, and make our way to a Craps table at the Las Vegas Club. The table is only half full and has a $5 minimum. I get $80 worth of chips and we start to play. In about 20 minutes, I win back the money I lost at blackjack. Just as the dice come to me, I hear the familiar “HEY SOUL” yell. Ed and I turn around to see Derek, Sam, and Eddie B heading our way. They had just come from the Golden Gate, and not finding me there, figured I’d come here. Man, they know me too well. They are all excited when they see that I’d brought Ed with me. Our foursome has become a five-some, and everybody is in a fine mood.

    We toss the dice for a few minutes, break even, and then head back over to the Nugget to get some bets in for the later games. We’re walking down Fremont Street, laughing, catching up on the previous days activities when we notice the girls out in front of Le Bayou offering beads. Being familiar with Ed’s collection of “Girls Gone Wild” videos, I know the proper protocol. I walk up and lift my shirt, much to the delight and amusement of both Bayou girls. I got extra beads for that! We went in and ordered a beer, then made our way back to our home base, stopping to get our picture taken in front of the Gorgeous Girls of Glitter Gulch. Definitely a Kodak moment.

    I decided to put $40 on Mizzou to win in the first round (Gotta love them 12-seeds!), which, I decided would be the extent of my sports betting for the evening. The rest of the guys bet Texas Tech, but since I can’t stand Bobby Knight, I won’t bet on him. Sam puts down some halftime action, and those that were way down on their luck did a few parlays.

    We went back up to the room, ordered a rollaway bed and some extra towels, and had the luggage brought up. After we got situated we just watched some basketball, drank some beer, and dozed for a couple hours, like a den of hibernating bears.

    This was our first stay at the Golden Nugget, but the room was very nice. Every bit as good as a room on the Strip. The only complaint I had was the view of Fitzgerald’s from our window. Well, that, and the fact that our toilet wouldn’t stop running. “Somebody jiggle the handle” became part of our weekend lexicon.

    After a few hours of inactivity, we decided that we were hungry again, so we wanted to give the Golden Gate another try. One bad experience isn’t going to ruin it for us. This time I had the roast beef sandwich, with the shrimp cocktail and beer. All of my buddies had variations of the same theme. Over dinner we decided to take a trek down to the Strip, and revisit the Imperial Palace. I did really well there last time, and was even offered some comps. I thought it would be a good idea to go and collect.

    It’s about a $12 cab ride from Fremont Street to the Imperial Palace, and luckily traffic wasn’t too bad that night. We pulled into the IP, and were amazed at how crowded it was. After all, it was Friday night on The Strip, and we were afraid they’d have no lower-limit tables.

    One of the greatest things about Vegas, in my opinion, is the added bonus of people watching. There never seems to be a shortage of characters, and this trip was no different. Ed W, being the tallest of our group, points out a little drama that is unfolding across the bank of slot machines from us, so we wander over to watch. It seems that the IP security guys are questioning a couple of women. They were in their mid-twenties, fairly attractive, and drunk beyond all comprehension. Apparently they had become just a little too sauced to remain in the casino. One of them was barely able to stand, while the other was barely able to hold the first one up. They were in the process of getting tossed, but were fishing for their room keys to prove that they were staying there. The five of us were watching them, laughing, and just enjoying the show when they noticed us. Hoping to get out of trouble with Security, the drunker of the two pointed as us and yelled, “We’re with THEM!”. Before we could react, she ran over and jumped up on Eddie B. Well, he was just taking a step backwards when she lifted off, and they both fell into a heap on the casino floor, her on top, while Eddie was sprawled out underneath. Her friend was holding on to Sam for support, but the rest of us were just dying laughing. Eddie got taken down like a WWF body slam by this drunk chick. The security guards were pulling her up off the floor, and he was just lying there rolling around laughing. Everyone around us stopped playing their machines to watch the commotion.

    We regained our composure, told the ladies goodbye and good luck, and made our way to a craps table. We were still giggling about the whole thing, giving Eddie some shit about being tackled and such. He said he didn’t mind because “She got groped all the way down!”

    A few of us played for a while, while Ed W went to watch the drunk girls. We basically broke even for about 3 hours, all of us doing the pass line with odds, come bets with odds, and the occasional hardways. We just couldn’t get a hot roll going. Ed came back and told us they’d wheeled Eddie’s new girlfriend away in a wheelchair and put her on the elevator. Sam asked if they’d just dumped her in there wheelbarrow-style, which made everyone at the table laugh.

    Having broken even, but playing about $90 a roll for a couple hours, I decided to talk to the pit boss about my comps. He referred me to the slot club, who then referred me to a casino host. She acted like I was from another planet when I told her my story about the comps I was offered, plus my hundred dollar hands I’d been betting for the previous three hours. She said I didn’t deserve anything, as I’d only been playing $25 a hand for an hour, and had no record of my previous visit.

    At that moment I decided that the Imperial Palace would get no more of my business this trip. My buddies where ready to leave (Especially Ed W—he got pasted on a $25 blackjack table, so he needed to go lick his wounds). The five of us had to pile into a normal sized cab, instead of a mini-van (you must take the first cab in line—it’s the law or something), and we tell him to take us back downtown. He drives us through the construction at Caesars Palace, and Eddie asks him if he was around when Evel Knievel jumped the fountains back in the ‘70s. He tells us that he was, and somehow we ended up hearing an Evel Knievel joke, which is too offensive to print, but funny enough to keep us laughing for ten minutes.

    Back at the Nugget we stop by the sports book to get a schedule of the games and lines for the next day. We walk past the pavilion they set up by the pool to house more tournament spectators, on to the gift shop for caffeine and sugar, and then to the elevators to our room on the 19th floor of the South Tower. We realize that the casino cage is closer to Binion’s Horseshoe than it is to our room. It’s only midnight, but we are all thoroughly exhausted, and Ed, Sam and I call it a day. A day full of keen observations, someone points out this is the earliest we’ve ever called it quits in Sin City. That’s ok; I still have a hundred dollars in my pocket, and a winning ticket from the Mizzou game. Derek and Eddie get a second wind and decide to head over to the Horseshoe for another round of blackjack.

    About 2 hours later, Eddie comes stumbling through the door. He says he lost a little and was just too tired to go on. He tells us that Derek was losing big and was down to his last $30 at one point. Derek’s last bet that Eddie saw was $90 and he was holding a 19 against the dealers 8. We all go back to sleep until around 4:30, when we hear Derek jostling with the door. He holds up a stack of black and green chips a couple inches thick and tells us he turned that last thirty bucks into over $400. That’s Derek. King of the Huge Comeback! I swear he does this every trip.

    We sleep for a few hours, and then take turns in the bathroom. We straighten up the room as best we can, and raise a toast to the gambling gods with our glasses of Alka Seltzer Morning Relief. We all count our money, to see how much we can play today, and Eddie realizes he’s missing two $100 bills. Gone, they can’t be accounted for. He says he didn’t gamble ‘em away late last night, so the best we can figure is that he gave the cab driver a hundred and a five, instead of a ten and a five. The other one, we have no idea. So Eddie’s winnings are significantly lower now that he’s misplaced two bills. It doesn’t sound like a good way to start the day.

    We had breakfast at the Golden Nugget Buffet. We were only in line for about 10 minutes. It would’ve been shorter if we wanted to sit in the smoking section, which normally doesn’t bother us, but it’s a little early yet. We wait for a non-smoking table (Of course we all smoke cigars, but not at breakfast). The buffet was excellent, with all the usual selections. And the quality was better than the six-dollar price tag would lead you to believe. Our server was very attentive, and earned a large tip by keeping our juice, coffee, water, and milk glasses full. We were all dehydrated from the previous night, so the beverages were needed as much as the food.

    We really enjoyed ourselves at the Las Vegas Club the day before, so we decided to head back there for some craps. Ed, Sam, and I start at a $5 table, while Eddie and Derek opt for video poker. I get slammed at this table. Twice in a row, the shooter loads up all the points then seven’s out. Never hit a single point. I didn’t even get to roll. I am just sickened. It’s noon, and my bankroll is gone. I figure I’ll watch some hoop games and go home that evening. Sam and Ed have lost a good amount also, so they decide to go play some blackjack, instead. I have nothing to do but watch, so I follow them. They sit down at an empty single deck $5 table, and the dealer recognizes us from the day before. He tells me to sit, even though I’m not playing, as there is no one else at the table. I scoot back a bit and watch Sam and Ed. They seem to be doing well, and Sam asks me why I won’t play. I tell him I’m busted. I’m done gambling. Nonsense he says, and puts a red chip in front of me and tells the dealer I’m playing, and put 4 more chips on my rail.

    Well, our toast to the gambling gods must’ve worked, because I started winning. I won 4 hands in a row, and could start progressive betting. Pretty soon, I have $80 in front of me. I bet $10 and am dealt two 8’s against a dealer nine. This leads to a discussion, but I insist that you ALWAYS split 8s, no matter what. Ed digs out the “cheat sheet” and verifies that I’m right. Sam doesn’t believe me, thinking I’m going to lose with two 18’s against a dealer 19. I told him to have faith. I get another 8, so I split again. One more card, and I get the fourth 8 in the deck. I got them all. I play them into 18, 18, 20, and 17. Dealer turns over a 6 for 15, and then slowly turns over a Jack to bust! “Textbook” he says. “And that’s why you ALWAYS split eights, Sammy!” I say. I win $40, give Sam his $25 back, and I’m still in the game with $95 in front of me. It’s time to start drinking again. Just at that moment, Derek comes running up, saying that Eddie hit four Aces with a deuce on video poker, and is getting a hand pay of $400.

    They join us at the table, so it’s the five of us against this same dealer from the day before. We stay at this table for several hours, drinking, telling jokes, and having a great time while dealer kept us entertained with stories of the weird people he’s encountered over the past year. Ed starts talking about that Ray Charles song on the CD, “Blackjack”, which let to a hilarious discussion of how Ray Charles could play blackjack. “Sorry Mr. Charles, you busted, again…” I mean, how would he know? No wonder he was singing the blues… And in the spirit of March Madness, Eddie starts with his impression of a coach during a halftime interview (“There is no ‘eye’ in Ray Charles&#8221 ;) . There’s funny, there’s very funny, and then there’s the five of us talking about Ray Charles playing blackjack!

    We must’ve set some kind of record for tipping, because EVERY time I played a hand for the dealer, he won! He was deserved it, because he was very engaging and friendly, and kept us betting for quite awhile. He got a lot of laughs from us, as we kept offering him money to show us the burn card. Of course he couldn’t, so whenever the pit boss walked by, we’d thank him loudly for showing it to us.

    When we finally cashed out, all five of us were ahead. That NEVER happens. God Bless the Las Vegas Club! It was late lunch/early dinnertime, so we went back to the Golden Gate. It was much more crowded this time, so we had to wait in line for a few minutes. Shrimp cocktail, a French dip, and a beer for less than 8 bucks. This is why it’s our favorite place to eat in all of Vegas. After that it was back to the Nugget for more sports bets and to cash in some more winning tickets. I took UCLA this time. I only made two basketball bets the entire weekend and won them both. I really felt sorry for my buddies because they had all bet on Texas Tech. And everyone, it seemed, had Duke beating Notre Dame by 11 points or more (it was 13 and a half by tip-off). It was not to be, and Sam won a few dollars at halftime when Duke was only up by six.

    We went back up to the room to watch some games and relax before going out that night. Normally, we hang out in the sports books and watch games nonstop. But the last few years its just been so crowded, and you have to get there at 6 in the morning if you want a seat, so we just decided it’s not worth the hassle. We’ll get our bets in, and check the scores periodically throughout the day, and watch what we can in our room. Much less stressful that way—anyhow, it seemed to work for us.

    We decided to check out The Plaza that evening, as none of us had ever been there. We now know why we’d never been there, and I’m sure we won’t be going back. The place was a complete dump, and it smelled like an old folks home. We found an empty blackjack table, and all five of us sat down. Derek played first base, and I was at third. I didn’t win one single hand all the way through the six-deck shoe. I pushed on a twenty three separate times. The dealer made no attempt to talk to us, and we couldn’t get a waitress or a drink order to save our lives. I was down $50 and said, “The hell with this, I’m going to Binion’s” and got up from the table. Derek was the only one showing a profit, as he’d just hit a blackjack with a big bet on the table. We all got up and headed for the cage with what was left of our stakes. Eddie was last in line and decided to put 5 bucks in a dollar Wheel of Fortune machine while he waited (Oh yeah, they only had one person working the cage on a Saturday night, too. Brilliant management at The Plaza, I tell ya). Well, just as I was turning my chips into $50 cash, he hit a spin on the machine. Thinking that I was still good luck, he asked me to hit the spin button. Instead of tapping it with my finger, I head-butted it with my ol’ bald noggin. That seemed to do the trick, as not only did it make everyone laugh, but it landed on $100. Eddie grabbed the ticket, cashed it, and we got out of there in one big hurry.

    We walked over to the Las Vegas Club, but couldn’t find any open tables, so we decided to move on down to Binion’s when I realized I’d been in Vegas for two days and hadn’t spent a dime in my favorite casino yet. For those of you who’ve never gambled downtown, there is no place like Binion’s Horseshoe on a Saturday night. The craps tables are elbow to elbow, all the blackjack tables are full, and the hardest working waitresses in Nevada are balancing trays full of cocktails. The cigar smoke is a visible blue haze hugging the low ceiling, and sounds of people winning and clapping provide the background music. It is a feast for the senses.

    The five of us manage to squeeze into a crap game. I check my wallet and realize I’ve only got $80. I turn it into 16 red chips and put five dollars on the line. The dealer at our end of the table tells us this table has been red hot all evening. We get a couple of hot shooters and I manage to double my money in about half an hour. Instead of single odds, I move up to double odds. It proves to be a good plan, as we kept winning, slowly but surely. I’m standing next to the stickman, and the dice come to our end of the table. All my buddies are cheering for me, and some chick at the end of the table is endlessly Muppet-dancing and chanting “more money, more money”. Well, I hit a few quick 7’s and 11’s before I get set a point, so everyone is happy. But then I start to roll, and it was a monster. I hit every number at least twice, and held the dice for a half hour! Everyone at the table is yelling for me, high-fiving, chest bumping, and carrying on like a bunch of soccer hooligans. The dealers were making good money as we were placing odds for them. The cocktail waitress asks if I’d like another Captain and Coke, and I say “Yes, and I’d like to order a nice tall cold glass of SHUT THE HELL UP for the lady at the end of the table.” Our end of the table just cracked up, along with the stickman. We didn’t really slow the game down though, as we had place bettors at the other end of the table who couldn’t count making sure we didn’t go too fast. I swear I must’ve hit the 5 and the 9 a dozen times each. When I finally crapped out I got a round of applause and I was up really big. I didn’t want to count my chips lest I jinx the whole damn table, so we just continued the celebration with Eddie. By this time we were betting full odds on the sixes and eights. There were literally thousands of dollars out on the table, and everyone was having a great time. Nobody was betting the Dark Side, either. Eddie had quite a good roll himself, and it just kept things going for everyone. After about 3 hours, Derek cashed out, and he was up about $400. The rest of us just kept playing. I didn’t have a good roll again that night, but a couple other fellows at the other end of the table made us some great money. We played an additional two hours or so, the highlight of which was a rookie wearing a t-shirt that said “Haunted Hooch” on it who rolled the dice for about 20 minutes. Everyone was chanting “Hooch, Hooch, Hooch”. He had no idea what he was doing, so Eddie and I kept telling him what to bet. He made about seventy bucks on his roll, so he thought we were Craps Gods.

    After over 5 hours at that same table, we could hardly stand. I’d smoked 2 cigars and had drunk at least a bottle of Captain Morgan. Ed and Eddie downed a bottle of scotch between them, and we were dead on our feet. Derek and Eddie took off, while Sam and I went to cash out. Ed was the iron man and stayed at the table. I colored in for over $600. Which was quite an accomplishment since I started with just $80. I even spoke with the pit boss about my play and he comped breakfast in the coffee shop. This is why I love Vegas, especially the Horseshoe. I played craps for 5 hours, drank like a fish for free, made $500 or so, and got free breakfast out of the deal. Only in Vegas.

    Sam and I decided to sit and recover before we walked back to the room, but we finally made it back around 2 am. Derek and Eddie showed up a few minutes later. We all counted our winnings, and I was up almost $500, Derek was up $600, Eddie was up $400, and Sam was within $50 of breaking even with all of his winning basketball tickets he had yet to cash in. Ed got back shortly thereafter, and was happy that with all the gambling, drinking, cigars, food, room, and gas money he spent, he was only down $175. We finally called it a night around 3 am, and slept like corpses.

    We got up early the next morning, packed the luggage and readied ourselves for the drive home. Sam left first, so he didn’t join us for breakfast at the coffee shop. We made our way over to Binion’s and realized that the music they play on Fremont Street is REALLY loud at 9 am. It’s probably the same volume at night, but when the street is deserted and it’s so bright that we’re squinting, plus the added bonus of being hung over, it was pretty painful.

    Breakfast was excellent, and the prices on the menu were much cheaper than any coffee shop on the Strip. We ate in kind of a hurry, but the big decision that came out of the breakfast conversation was that we’d like to stay there at Binion’s when we visit in July. Normally we prefer the Luxor, but we had such a great time downtown that we decided to do it again. We can always take a cab to the Strip. Besides, it’s not a half hour trek to a different casino down on Fremont Street. It’s right next-door.

    We walked out of Binion’s for the last time, into the sunshine and loud music, and over to the Nugget Valet. They brought our cars down promptly, and 3 minutes later we were on the way back to Phoenix. Another successful trip had come to an end. It’s always a little sad to see the city in the rear view mirror as I drive up highway 93, but it’s a view we’ll see again 4 short months.

    Mikey
     
  2. pokerjoe

    pokerjoe Tourist

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    Man I hope my Trip In May is Half as Fun As your trip sounded thanks for sharing

    Poker Joe [​IMG]
     
  3. HoyaHeel

    HoyaHeel Grammar Police & Admin

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    Sounds like you had fun, great write-up. Thanks for sharing! When I read trip reports like this it reinforces my desire to stay downtown on my next trip!
     
  4. Man, I thought I was excited before - now I absolutely can't wait! Only 3 more days! Congrats on all of your winnings! May the gambling gods be as kind to those of us going this weekend! [​IMG]
     
  5. Shane

    Shane Tourist

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    NEXT TIME YOU GO CALL ME!!!

    Really though, nice trip, I wish I could have seen the WWF incident with the drunk girls.
     
  6. LV Terry

    LV Terry Captain Flop'N Fold

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    OUTSTANDING!!

    Sounds very much like the annual October trip with my buddies. We stay downtown, and it's great.

    Man! gotta plan a trip...gotta plan a trip...gotta plan a trip....

    Thanks for sharing Mikey...outstanding report as usual!

    T.
     
  7. LV Terry

    LV Terry Captain Flop'N Fold

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    Hey Mikey, since you and your boys travelled from Arizona, and I believe you summed up one of your buddie's Thursday betting as "Ouch"....can I assume he was feeling the pain of my UCSB Gauchos covering the spread against Arizona? :D

    Yeah baby! you know we should have won, right?

    :D
     
  8. HurricaneMikey

    HurricaneMikey A-List Buffoon

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    Sorry Terry--

    Our group is 3 Sun Devils, 1 Trojan, and 1 Iowa State Cyclone. We know better than to bet on the Wild Kitties.

    Our Trojan buddy got his share of sh*t, however.

    Derek (the Cyclone) lost it all at the Blackjack table on Thursday. Made it all back on Saturday.

    Ah...Vegas


    Mikey
     
  9. BNurick

    BNurick Tourist

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    Best trip report I've read. Thanks for sharing...

    Brian
     
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