This one was a doozy! Slept in after last night. Woke up around 10 and Cindy had already left for her daily royal treatment at the Paris Spa. Looked out the window and....it’s raining??? Got myself together and walked over to the Barbary for some Deuces Wild. There are some FP machines against the wall behind the slot club booth. Planted myself and ordered a Bloody Mary. They have the best damn Bloody Mary’s in town, and great cocktail service. I could hardly get one down and another was on it’s way! Quickly took the edge off of the night before. I was playing a quarter machine, doing pretty well. Hitting several 4 of a kind and full houses. Glad I studied up before hand. It really makes a difference. Two ladies in there mid-upper 70’s sat down next to me. One had never played before and was asking her pal about every hand. She finally said, in her GREAT New York accent, “Ask the guy sitting next to you,. He looks like a professional”. I was immediately reminded of the scene at the black jack table in Vegas Vacation, when the girl asks Chevy if he is a professional. I had enough Bloody Mary's in me to really get me tickled. Struck up a conversation with them and had a great time. They wanted to know all about my family, and of course, I got to hear all about their's. In the mean time, I hit 4 deuces! Hot damn....FINALLY, a hand pay. Wish I had been on the $1 machine! The ladies played out their money and got up to leave. One of them gave me a big hug and said it was nice to meet someone friendly. They walked away and about a minute later, the other one came back and said, “I just had to tell you. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Mel Gibson?” I cracked up! I told her no, but thanked her for the compliment. Then she said as she walked away...”He’s my favorite!” Mike and Shannon showed up a few minutes later, and I told them the story. Mike said, “Don’t tell Cindy. She might get jealous!!” We headed down to Monte Carlo for some Black Jack. I was amazed at the amount of water standing in the street! I suppose when it hardly ever rains, storm sewers aren’t a priority. Kind of reminded me of how when we get the first inch of snow how everyone freaks out. Sat down at a $5 table at the MC. Had a really great dealer. Very dry and very funny. Some green horn from Texas sat down at 3rd base and got out his little cheat card. Nothing against that. I keep one myself for those pesky DD soft hands. Problem was, he would get his cards, tell us what the little card said to do, then do something else. The dealer was trying to help him as well. She did keep him from splitting two queens. We were ready to get up, when he decided to call it quits. After he left, she told us a story about two really young , drunk guys she had at her table. The one kid kept trying to split face cards and she kept trying to explain to him why you shouldn’t. She finally told him, “Look, if you had a 20 inch penis, would you cut it in half?” His friend said, “I would, then I’d have two 10 inchers!” We cracked up! Great time and we left about even. That evening we headed to the Hard Rock so the girls could go to the Indigo Girls concert. Got our cards so we could get the match play coupon and the free desert. We ate at the cafe and Mike and I had the $7.77 shrimp and steak special(not on the menu). VERY GOOD and the deserts were wonderful. Won both of our BJ match plays, then this girl sits down at the end of the table. Very loud and obnoxious. First hand with her at the table, I’m dealt two 8s with a 15 dollar bet. The dumb girl at 3rd base gets 17. Dealer gets a 7. I’m in good shape. I split the 8s and get a double down on one of them. I draw an 18 on the double hand and stand at 19 on the other. I’m in for 45 bucks, with two decent hands. The table is full and everyone looks pretty good. Dumb, loud girl says, “Hit me, that’s why they call it gambling!“ AHHHHH!!! She busts with what should have been the dealers bust face card, Dealer turns over a 9 and draws a 4. 20 for the dealer . The dumb girl starts to giggle, the dealer rolls her eyes and the whole table gets up at the same time and leaves. Mike and I got the heck out of there. As I have said before, this is not my favorite place. Headed down the street to check out Terribles. Yes it was! We got in line to get our cards and noticed that all of the folks in front of us had these catalogue books. The line was taking forever. They had all of this stuff(junk) in a display case with the amount of points you needed to get each item. I told Mike it reminded me of Chuck E Cheese. We played a little VP at the bar, had a few drinks then hopped in a cab to the mecca...EL CORTEZ. On the way down, noticed the monorail in progress that is to connect the main strip to The STRAT . The cabdriver told us that eventually it will run all the way downtown. What a great idea! Went straight to the dollar craps table and started to play. The box man, a little asian guy, kept looking at me and nodding his head. After a few minutes, he yells out. “You’re that music teacher!” He actually remembered me from our trip in March! We must have made some impression. After a while Cindy and Shannon showed up. They were not wanting to stay, but I talked Cindy into trying her hand at craps. She was VERY apprehensive, but Rich, the box man, talked her into it. She rolled her butt off! Number after number after number. We were only playing at a dollar table, but with 10X odds. By the end of her roll, I was up about $250.00!! Shannon was trying out the poker table, and I went over to see how she was doing. There was a guy sitting there with a single stack of chips about two feet high....sound asleep! The girls decided to head back to the strip, Mike and I were going to take a break to walk them out to wait for a cab, But Rich got them a security guard. Mike and I stayed at the Craps table. At the end of Rich’s shift, he came over and gave me his card. He told me to e-mail him and he would really teach me how to play craps. Nice guy. Now Mike and I are by no means high rollers, but in this joint, we were being treated like gold. We played for about 6 hours. Between the two of us, we colored up about $150.00. They offered us rooms, which we declined. Got us a free breakfast and desert and promised we would be back. They took our names and addresses since they don’t yet have a card. If you want a very colorful, different kind of experience, this is the place! Very fun, friendly craps dealers. Not scary at all, at least to me. Just a little worn out and old. We left there around 6 a.m. A homeless guy outside hit us up and we gave him a couple of bucks and our left over carrot cake. Walked up to Freemont street. A different kind of place at this time of day. I think if it was just me and Mike, it might be kind of fun to stay there. Or maybe I was drunk! Got back to the Flamingo safe and sound around 7a.m.. Put some more money in that damn Monopoly machine and get my butt kicked...... again. I think the little monopoly guy was laughing at me. A great, interesting and colorful day. Many memories. Last day and a half still to come.