That’s exactly where I am. I’ve concentrated on ‘being’ the wine, and I am. I’m an aromatically, gorgeous, deep red color right now and it’s quite toasty. Hey, I did go in to work tonight. I did sign up to play. I was on ‘hold’ for the first half hour and then out to play. Play I did. I only waited for an hour to win my first pot and I’m grateful that it was only an hour. But then I just had this little intermittent run of good cards that made big hands and I stacked up chips. I was in a $4-8H game. My table was a lot of fun and I sat next to Lori (she’s a sort of semi-regular in the respect that she and her boyfriend Jeff come to Vegas about five or six times a year). Lori is a kick. Tonight she was a little tipsy turvy and seriously putting some effort in to trying to drink all of the ‘mudslides’ the Bellagio bartenders could made. I envied her. I was on the clock!
On the clock. How strange – because in a few short weeks, I will be ‘off the clock’ for two full months. I have been granted the LOA. It’s a strange feeling. No income. No where to be at a given time. Drift around until I run into something that I feel I have to do? Umnhhh. Of course the WSOP will be here and I’m still trying to win a seat in the $10,000 event. I may try some satellites for other events but I just haven’t figured anything out at this point. I also want to hit the road, for two to three weeks. I need to get the feel of traveling under my belt. I need to know what it’s like to look for a regular truck stop, or rest stop, or a spot where truckers pull over to sleep for the night, or a Wal-Mart to tuck into because I have to z-z-z-z- for a few hours. I just need to get into it.
Wheeler RV has yet to come through with the heavy duty jacks for the Coach. I have spoken with Mark Gilmore and he promised me – recently – that he ordered the jacks himself. Then I’m also in the dilemma that I need to move the Coach to a stable RV park and the best time to find a place in Las Vegas is in the middle of the summer – when it’s so hot you can fry eggs on the hood of the Silver Steed – because that’s when all the ‘snowbirds’ leave town for cooler pastures. I can’t take a trip and come back hoping to find a spot, I need to have one locked up before I go – or at least be on the call list for when one opens.
I got this shot a few nights ago – love it!
As I walked through Bellagio tonight, heading for the poker room, I overheard a guy on a cell phone tell someone that he would meet them at the hooker bar. Kee-rist! It’s really the Baccarat Bar but there are a lot of ladies in various sizes and shapes that frequent it late at night.
And as I waltzed down Las Vegas Blvd., heading for employee parking, I found this laying on the sidewalk. The End:
