Day 2

I woke up around 9:00 am with a train wreck rolling through my head. Ugggg. Can’t even think of a song for this.

Well maybe that gay ass Peter Frampton song……(not there is anything wrong with that.)

Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand
Whose wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine?
Must have been a dream I don’t believe where I’ve been
Come on - you wanna do it again?

Yeah, I think so Peter, I think I’m going to do it again.

Fuckhead!

Threw open the curtains and wondered why I didn’t chose to stay one more day. What a great view. One could see all the way up to the Mirage and down to City Center. Before that colossal piece of crap went up, you could see down to the Monte Carlo and parts of Mandalay Bay. I miss that view.

To me, City Center blows. It has no life, no screaming neon, nothing but a hollow boring ass shell. It looks lifeless at night as well as you could imagine being in a major downtown city and you see some office building with a few lights on. Just doesn’t have a soul. It reminds me of having to go to work. I guess it was part of the master metroplizing of Vegas.

Oh well, they won’t get a dime from me.

I really needed some grease and starch to start soaking up the alcohol. Headed downstairs to the buffet at the Flamingo and walked in as there wasn’t a line. I think I paid around $14 and proceeded to sit by the windows overlooking the habitat. Got my grub on with an omelet, potatoes and a PILE of bacon plus an assortment of other crap. A couple glasses of coke and I’m feeling better.

Headed back upstairs as I needed to look at my email because of a few things I wanted to make sure was done from the day before and as I suspected would happen, happened. Some thing blew up and I had to speak with some people over these issues. Anyway, spent a better part of 4 hours dealing with this stuff. Ehhhh, it could be worse and I could have been at work dealing with this shit. Suck it work bitches, I’m in Vegas. (You can be sure I let them know that as well for making me have to deal with work!)

Headed downstairs again as I needed to get my baseball bets in as it was getting close to game time. Strolled over to Caesars and man that place sure is big. I finally figured out how to get around and once you figured that out, it really isn’t that bad. Kind of like a big circle that starts and stops in the lobby. I’ve always liked Caesars. I used to get in around 7 or so, check into the Flamingo and head over to shoot some craps. It was like a good luck omen as I would also go up around $50 and then quit. Lucky charm to the start of the trip, if you will.

I put down $300 on a 3 game parley. Red Sox’s at (Tampa Bay) on a money line, Nationals at the (Giants) on a run line and I can’t remember the (3rd one) for a run line. I felt good about as all of them had a -185 to -220 money line. The payoff, if I hit, was going to $1830. Sweet……..Parentheses is who I had

Wondered around Caesars and found a $10 craps table and it was looking good as it was the kind of game that had the potential to climb into a winning session. Threw a hundy down and got some chips. Played for about 30 mins. and was up $75. I wanted to get back over to the hotel and rest up and get ready for the evening.

Headed back out around 5 I think and stopped and got a slice of pizza at the Flamingo, which was pretty good and then headed over to the Bellagio to watch the Celtics at the Magic. One note here. Apparently, Harrahs owns a piece of the Boston Celtics and because of that, they can’t lay odds on any game that the Celtics plays in. I was going to bet that one over at Caesars as well, but since that property is a Harrahs one as well, I couldn’t. Seems kind of weird as you would think the returns on sports betting is greater than whatever piece they get from the stake in the team. Interesting. Anyway, belly up to the Bellagio Sports Book Bar and say……

“Blue Moon, please.”

“Certainly, Mr. Oceans.”

Hmmmm… seems I have some clout over here. Nice.

Brings me a Blue Moon in a pint glass and it sure is tasty. Frosty cold and flavorful.

I looked at the odds for tonight game and like what I see. I’m thinking it was -4 on the Magic, but I could be wrong. Walked over to the betting window and slammed a $100 down on the money line with points and $50 -2 on the 1st half score prop bet. Settled in back at the bar and then I forgot to get drink tickets.

“Mr. Bellagio Sports Book Bartender guy, I forgot to get drink tickets.”

“Don’t fret Mr. Oceans, they really don’t give them out here.

“Really?” Interesting, I thought.

So found a seat in the book and and started to watch the game. Lucky me I thought as the drink girl comes around and…..

“Hi Mr. Oceans, care for something?”

“Hi, Ms Sports Book Drink Chick, I would like a draft Blue Moon.”

No can do she informs me.

Why?

“We don’t have it in draft at our drink station. But I can bring you a bottle.”

“OOOOOOOkay”

Drink service was slow or maybe I was drinking fast, but after that I was mixing it up between buying and have Ms. Sports Book Drink Chick bring me some drinks. All in all, I most likely spent around $25 for a lot of Blue Moon’s. I was never asked for any bet slips or anything. This would also be my little gem later in the trip.

Back to the action….. Orlando covered the 1st half bet, BUT the fucking Rays were losing after that fuckhead Ortiz belted a grand slam. There goes my parley as I didn’t think they could come back and that ended up being the case. Shit. Now what? Ahhhhh, call my degenerate sports betting brother and see what he has to say. Bet the Giants on the money line comes my marching orders. He is usually pretty good about this stuff as I’ve seen him win some serious cash before. So off to the window I go. Slammed another $200 down and watched the rest of the Magic game. They ended up winning and made another profit off of that. I think I got a $133 off of both bets. Should have thrown more down.

Watched some of the Giants game with Mr. Bellagio Sports Book Bartender guy and we talked about Orlando and Vegas. Comparing cities and we also talked about old Vegas. I hit him up with remembering how the moving walkway used to go right pass Caesars sports book on the way into the casino. He remarked that yes, I am a Vegas veteran. I do also remember something about prostituting myself out if I needed some money towards the end of the trip. Might get enough for a buffet he said, I said not if I strike the Capt. Morgan pose while standing on the corner, I could into the Café as opposed to the buffet.

Fun times.

Walked over to Bill’s and tried to get my crap game on. Walked up to the first table and it was crowded and then I heard….

“7 out.”

“Dam.” Not a good omen.

The other table going was a $10 table and it was lifeless. Shit…headed to the bar for some refreshments and did the $2 beer thing again. Was sitting there watching the Giants game when it became apparent that they were going to lose. Why in the hell do I listen to people I wondered. Fucking brother, I hate him and I think I’m going to punch him in the nose the next time I see him.

Bastard.

Drank another beer or two and then headed over to the Flamingo to get a big ass cup of vodka and sprite from my room. Much tastier and refreshing too. Walked around for a craps table and they only had 2 out of 4 opened up and both were full. Walked up to the 1st one and heard…..

“7 out.”

“Dam, dam” Hmmmmm.

So, I was standing there and gabbing with some broad and we we’re talking about occupations or something when she mentioned her big burly trucker husband who was standing at the end spot on the table had lost 8k for the evening. This was on top of the 2k they lost the night before in Reno. They drove a truck and were in town for a day or two. This isn’t going good I said out loud and wished her well. Moved on to the next table when I heard those all too familiar words…

“7 out.”

“Dam, dam. FUCK.”

“What am I, a cooler now? Jesus H.”

So back to the room for another big ass cup of vodka and sprite. Much, much tastier and twice as refreshing. Headed over to Harrah’s and walked around trying to get a mojo going and just wasn’t feeling it. The only thing I was feeling was a big ass buzz coming on. So checked out the piano bitches for a spell and decided that maybe I should head back to home as I wasn’t sure if I could stay up much longer. I have been doing a lot of walking today and was getting tired.

Earlier in the day, I came down from my work cocoon room and seen a Blazing 7’s penny machine and hit it up for $60 in about 15 mins. So I drunkenly thought that since it paid off earlier, it would again.

WRONG!

Not only did it eat through a $100 like a chunky girl eating chocolate, it smashed me for the earlier TITO ticket too. Luck me though as I got a bunch of free “some imported beer” that I can’t remember what it was called.

At this point I don’t think I did anything but aimlessly walk around.

What a day, I thought as I put my head to the pillow at 3:00am

But I’m in Vegas and that put a shit eating grin to my rather drunken mug!

(More to come.)

Oh yeah, I forgot to eat anything later in the evening. I think that is when you really know you are in Vegas. Drinking, gambling, no food. Party…. Party…. Party!

Suck it bitches!

(More to come, again)

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.... johnny f***ing cash

Somehow I just don't see Capt Oceans getting much action unless it's some purple haired bitch that just had a sex change.
Think DKLarry.

Another good installment, Oceans.

Keep em coming Oceans.
Great job so far.