Turtleman
VIP Whale
The title says it all. Having had a good time and profitable trip the end of November, Ms Gecko and I were back in Vegas Dec. 15-20. The trip started off great with an hour in Delta's Sky Club followed by first class seating on the way out. Even the meal and movie were decent. That was the last of the good stuff.
In a nutshell, the dreaded flu or whatever attacked me about the time we landed. Starting with a mild sore throat and gradually escalating to the typical aches, pains, and stopped up head, it only got worse each day.
How much I can blame my illness on the worst losing spell I've ever had is unclear, but I suspect it clouded my judgment more than a little. It certainly didn't make for fun times. I played only BJ, not wanting to stand at the craps table. You know, about the only thing worse than feeling poorly is losing at the same time and vice versa. We did tour Aria, though I was hardly in the mood to appreciate it, followed by dinner at Ellis Island, which was equally difficult to appreciate. It was a real shame to down only a single beer when we had enough free drink coupons to float a small navy.
By the time I got back to McCarran on Sunday, I was essentially reduced to the walking wounded. Naturally, we were offered to be bumped for a $400 voucher apiece, room for the night, and a flight the next morning. That's a deal I normally would have jumped at; in fact, we had discussed possibly extending the trip anyway right before we left home. However, at that point I didn't think I'd be able to make it out of the airport under my own power and we reluctantly declined.
I'm finally beginning to feel decent a week later, but have pretty much scrapped any plans for January and February. Maybe a St. Patrick's Day trip will work out. Yeah, I really hate posting such a miserable TR and apologize, but future ones will have to go uphill from here. Just what in the hell are you supposed to do when this crap happens?
In a nutshell, the dreaded flu or whatever attacked me about the time we landed. Starting with a mild sore throat and gradually escalating to the typical aches, pains, and stopped up head, it only got worse each day.
How much I can blame my illness on the worst losing spell I've ever had is unclear, but I suspect it clouded my judgment more than a little. It certainly didn't make for fun times. I played only BJ, not wanting to stand at the craps table. You know, about the only thing worse than feeling poorly is losing at the same time and vice versa. We did tour Aria, though I was hardly in the mood to appreciate it, followed by dinner at Ellis Island, which was equally difficult to appreciate. It was a real shame to down only a single beer when we had enough free drink coupons to float a small navy.
By the time I got back to McCarran on Sunday, I was essentially reduced to the walking wounded. Naturally, we were offered to be bumped for a $400 voucher apiece, room for the night, and a flight the next morning. That's a deal I normally would have jumped at; in fact, we had discussed possibly extending the trip anyway right before we left home. However, at that point I didn't think I'd be able to make it out of the airport under my own power and we reluctantly declined.
I'm finally beginning to feel decent a week later, but have pretty much scrapped any plans for January and February. Maybe a St. Patrick's Day trip will work out. Yeah, I really hate posting such a miserable TR and apologize, but future ones will have to go uphill from here. Just what in the hell are you supposed to do when this crap happens?
And she didn't wash her hands when she left.
The saving grace for us was I was winning unconciously. I had hit 2 RF's (one a progressive $1) and numerous 4OAK's on DDB and then sat down next to her to keep her company on our last few hours in Vegas and slipped a hundy in a TDB 50cent game and was dealt 4 Aces w/ the kicker on the 3rd hand