As is usually the case, this won't go down in VMB history as one of the more exciting trip reports. In fact, it was initially composed as an email to one of our VMB buddies; but with a few changes, we decided to share with the multitude. We arrived last Friday morning for our 14th consecutive stay at Suncoast, played for a couple hours, lost at VP and BJ, and caught the 2 pm WAX downtown. We often do well at MSS, but didn't do squat at VP or BJ. In fact, I finally quit playing altogether, while Ms. Gecko continued to tough it out. After being "significantly" down, she got on a major winning streak as soon as the relief dealer took over, and in 20 minutes was able to leave with a profit. We got comped for the seafood buffet (which is one of the reasons we go to MSS on Fridays), thoroughly enjoyed it, thanked the pit boss, and returned to Suncoast. We usually start the gambling day with bar-top VP and morning drinks, but aside from a low-paying quad, nothing else worked all day Saturday at VP or BJ. Things didn't get any better on Sunday. We had intended to go to the pool that morning, but after putting on our suits, gave it up due to overcast skies with lots of thunder. Of course, shortly after we showered, got dressed, and made it down to the casino, the skies had cleared. We lost a little more at VP and again at BJ; and while that kind of "luck" may be normal for some folks, it was totally unreal for us! At least we ended up getting the champagne brunch comped; but as is nearly always the case, by the time we ate, the last thing we cared about was more alcohol. I think we each had a single sip. On moving day Monday, we finally made it down to the pool when they opened at 7. Not having lost quite enough to try drowning ourselves in 4 ft. of water, we soaked in the Jacuzzi for a while. We had the whole area to ourselves and it was a relaxing break. The break was only temporary, however, and we were back in the casino a couple hours later. Our losses continued to climb, as did our frustration, and in desperation ended up trying Pai Gow for the very first time. Playing a game you don't know anything about is something we never do and advise strongly against; nonetheless, one of our favorite dealers was bored silly at an empty table and literally begged us to give it a try. She gave us the crash course and made sure we didn't commit any major blunders. I won! Okay, I didn't win much, but by then, any win was a major accomplishment. We intend to give Pai Gow some serious study (whatever serious study means in gambling), and try it again on our next trip. I understand it's about as social a game as it gets (an aspect I couldn't care less about), but is also a good way to kill time without getting into too much trouble. And I'm sure it's good to have another arrow in the quiver when our butts are getting kicked at our usual games of choice. Anyway, we left Suncoast way down and headed off to Sam's Town. It wasn't particularly comforting to recall that Ms. Gecko always says, "We never win at Sam's Town." Well, we kind of won when we scored a good upgrade to our already comped room, but continued amassing losses at VP and BJ. Things were going from dismal to ridiculously horrible, the Pai Gow tables weren't yet open, and to say we were discouraged is an understatement. That's when everything changed, starting with Ms. Gecko being dealt four consecutive aces on DDBP. She asked our good friend and constant casino companion, Vern the Turtle, for a 2 kicker, and darn if the turtle didn't deliver. The 2000 extra credits helped a lot. We were still way down, but could finally glimpse a little daylight looking up from our hole. Dinner at Willy and Jose's in the atrium was great, and the fajitas and tacos were we best we've ever had. (And I don't even care for Mexican food – though I'm quickly changing my mind.) Things finally turned around at BJ on Tuesday to the point where we dared fantasize about recovering our losses. We took a mid-afternoon break, however, to attend the "invited guests ice cream social and cash grab." We didn't know what to expect or that it was evidently only for seniors, but the ice cream was good and we ended up with a couple T-shirts and winning $125. Not altogether bad for spending less than an hour with zero risk. Back to the tables, this time Super Fun. While I was barely holding on, Ms. Gecko lost half her buy-in, quit the session, and asked me nicely to win back her money. Her wish was my command, as I immediately got on a winning streak. Not only did we break even for the trip, but actually got ahead! (BTW: we find double deck Super Fun a most excellent game, but are constantly amazed how most players treat it the same as regular BJ without taking advantage of its many options.) In need of another break, and not anxious to immediately risk our modest winnings, we took time out to see "The Heat" at the $3 senior day ticket price. After a delayed flight, we arrived home late last night, lucky to have survived another Vegas trip, let alone with a small profit. Heck, we're even starting to look forward to our annual Halloween trip – if we don't go back sooner!