I’ve decided I’m going to havea very difficult time getting my own shopping cart to move my belongings around the streets of Las Vegas if I go broke (I’d better keep my job for awhile). Those carts are trained. They are trained to be obnoxious and veer off in a direction you don’t want them to go in. And they are trained to always have a bad wheel so they make a bonking sound like a flat tire running on a rim would make. But worse than that, they are trained to stop at a line. The tricky part is knowing where to park in a large shopping center parking lot – when you have a cart loaded with groceries – so your within the boundary of the cart zone. Look for these:

I’m actually too tired to be alive. I don’t know what’s happened to me lately but the bottom of my world falls out about every six to eight hours. I want to be more productive but I’m exhausted. I’m down to four days left of PrevPak – the ulcer medication – and damn will I be glad when i’m done with it…and I hope the ulcer virus is done with me at the same time. I really want a glass of wine – possibly five or six glasses of wine. It’s been a long time now… *grabs throat and chokes*

I did make it to the Rio today. And stood outside the ropes for what seemed an eternity but was probably more like an hour as they were waiting to bust out the last players with their fingernails in the wall, trying to get into the money. The game was dealt round for round. At the end of the round, the dealers stood up to signify that they had finished the round:

All the players were asked to remain seated. The only players that were asked to stand, were the ones that busted. Once they busted, they were escorted by security out to a holding pen – LOSERS! *joke* But the players never remained seated and the place always seemed to be a mish-mash of bodies in motion. No media people were allowed in the tournament area at the time (although at one point I was roaming through there taking pictures and no one said a word to me). I found out I wasn’t supposed to be in there when I found Craig Cunningham standing by the wall…waiting. I really thought there would be a huge noisy reaction when the bubble burst and people knew they were in the money. NOT! There was applause and hands went into the air to signify victory but not a booming of sound like I thought would hit. Kee-rist! If I’d have made the money, they’d have heard noise in Henderson. This is what I saw from the players that knew they had at least got their buy-in back and a little change:

Only one guy – that I could see – did what I probably would do, jumped up on his chair. Are those Aussie pants?

I’ll be back later in the day – with tons of pictures. Right now…Sandwoman land. And the guy mentioned in Craig’s main page article, that kept running over Joe Hachem is ‘Sandman’, how appropriate.