Potpourri

First – to all of you and everyone in the world, my name is not GREEN! Nor is it GREENEN! Nor is it GEENAN! It is Geenen. It is pronounced with a hard ‘g’. Not like ‘gee, I like your hair’ but like ‘geek’ only remove the ‘k’ and put an ‘n’ there. So stop spelling it incorrectly, stop pronouncing it incorrectly, stop writing it incorrectly and figure it out. Just because someone has e’s and n’s and a g in their name, does not give you the excuse to be an idiot. Learn up dumb butt!

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It’s freaking cold in Vegas right now, down to the high 40’s at night, the days are pretty damn beautiful though, until around 4 p.m.ish and then I’m wearing a jacket when I go outside. Shure…that ain’t cold to the real world, but to someone that’s lived in the desert the last 14 or 15 years, it’s mighty chilly.

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Cruising around Vegas has given me a few great sightings that should be shared with everyone in the world. One of them is the beauty and simplicity of Wynn Las Vegas. No matter what part of the city you are in, it’s easy to spot the building and it’s simple beauty is quite pleasing:

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One night at Caesar’s Palace, I chided Marie into stepping into the arms of this statue that graces the Sport’s Book. I think it’s Joe Lewis but hell if I know, guess I forgot to read the inscription at the bottom.

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Marie’s Gary as we waited outside the rail for him to finish his round in $30-60. Gary’s sitting next to Mike (on the right), and they both look like they are thinkers here. One has to wonder????

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I just found those two girl’s blogs – you know “I’m Sincere!”Monique and Stephanie. And Monique is really Gina but who cares? I can hardly wait for them to come back and play cards with me again.

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New uniform shirts for poker dealers again at Bellagio. When I go to work on Monday night, I will be wearing a mustard brown looking kind of shirt, totally ugly, crappy material that doesn’t grace or caress the flesh. I often wonder what person dreams these things up and if they were coming out of a really bad hangover when they looked at the design catalogues and colors.

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Tom has been spending quite a bit of time at Bellagio’s NLH tables as of late. I’m hoping that he’s doing quite well in the game.

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I can’t help but wonder how in the hell those little graffiti doodlers manage to get into all of the places that they get in to. Some of the spots have to find them hanging by their toes or from a friend’s fingers or from ropes. Now how in the hell is it that they aren’t spotted or arrested? I was on the 10th floor of Bellagio’s employee parking garage a few days ago, and spotted this form of art in a flood drain between Dean Martin Dr. and the interstate:

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And this is Wayne’s first wife:

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And this is Wayne’s second wife:

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And while I was playing poker, at Bellagio, last week, I found this unique little beauty sitting right on top of one of my chips stacks. This is what one side of the beauty looks like (and so do both sides of all of the other $1 chips that I’ve searched through):

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But lookey, lookey, turn it over and it goes right into 3D mode:

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I ain’t even a chip collector (other than when I’m playing in a game) and I think it’s SWEET!

And here’s another beauty that graces the skyline in Vegas:

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Time to relocate my body to another jurisdiction…SandWomanLand! G’nite.

P.S. Don’t forget that it takes a few $$ to keep everything running and well oiled. The casinos require you to spend your time playing their slots and pit games. I require you to sign up with one of the banners on the left. Please do!

2 thoughts on “Potpourri”

  1. Dear Mr. Green,

    My father was the oil minister of Nigeria. He lost his life in an automobile ackident recently. There is a Swiss bank account in the amont of $10,000,000.00.

    I are in ned of a frend who is willing to claim these moneys for me. To reward you for such an act…

  2. Dear Dumb Butt

    There is no Mr. Green. You will ned to look for another frend. Apparently there was no one to father Mr. Green, at least you had one. And yours probably lied, he probably lost all of his money playing high stakes poker and then committed suicide and wanted it to look like an ackident. Mary Krismas!

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