Get Away Day My afternoon flight left Portland, OR, 20 minutes late on Monday afternoon. Mt. St. Helens. I lived 35 miles due north of it when it erupted. Upon landing, I discovered that my Facebook account had been phished and my phone was acting funky. I had stupidly upgraded my iPhone to IOS 13.x shortly before leaving and things immediately went south. Some text messages vanished, and I wondered if some “improvements” were actually bugs. Had my iPhone had been hacked? Eventually, I connected with Lyft and off to the Orleans I went. My driver said that she was also having problems with her iPhone after when she updated her IOS, especially with messaging. She was also not a happy camper. I checked in for perhaps my last two Boyd comped nights for this vp and live poker player. This trip, I broke some of my rules to “gently” play a few slots in hopes of keeping my funky Sapphire status alive and me on their radar. I doubt that I succeeded. I had already used my LVA matchplay coupon on my last trip, but thanks to @Valgal from VMB, I used a $10 matchplay from her AGC booklet. A sweet, young couple on their first Vegas trip who were obviously on a budget, sat down next to me and scrounged in pockets and purse to come up with $20-$30 each for the game. I gave them an LVA coupon from Valgal’s LVA booklet and a couple of others that I had. They were sincerely overjoyed and had no idea that coupons existed. Pay those unused coupons forward! First night recap: On slots, I lost a little – like under $10 at Lightning Strike and Buffalo. I started winning on both, but gave it all back. On video poker, I lost $7 on 100 hand penny vp, but did well on Deuces Wild machines. Waiting for a 1/3 poker seat to open up, I hit a Quick Hit machine for a whopping $1.40. Note: While at the Orleans, I would slip a bill into a slot machine, often winning a bit, nothing earthshaking. I just can’t get into slot machines, but some of the graphics are cool. Poker ~ Card dead. I played a couple of hours and would go up and down $50 without seeing may flops. When I finally got a hand, my image was so tight that I got no action. Somehow, I managed to quit $5 up. It was time to call it a night, But first, a trip for what I thought would be my only craps session. If you don’t play craps, it might be difficult to understand the camaraderie of strangers Everybody, it seemed, would make a couple of numbers. There were no monster rolls. Cheers, fist bumps, and high fives happened with regularity. Craps ~ In for $100 – out for $213 It had been a long day and I was exhausted, so I celebrated my craps win with with a Rusty Nail. My “free” drink was actually free for once. One sip and I could feel the alcohol. I had forgotten dinner. I took my drink and my tired, buzzed ass to bed.