TR2008 - Mog Wars - The Second Battle

Part one of second day posted below.

TR2008 - Mog Wars - The Second Battle

Yeah!!!

TR2008 - Mog Wars - The Second Battle

Great. So much for getting any more work done tonight!

Thanks Jaco-waiting patiently ;)

where? where?

yeah!! Jaco is back!

Ugghhhh! Computer issues . . . here it is:

Day Two: The Mog Strikes Back

Good morning glorious sunshine. Despite the bed being slightly lumpy, I had a rather peaceful five hour sleep in the penthouse. Once 7:45 a.m. rolled around, I couldn’t stand to stay in bed any longer. I feared that if I did move out of the bed that I would sadly discover that I was inflicted with a grade five hangover.

Oh joy! No hangover! No headache! It was a Christmas miracle. Despite having downed at least three or four bloody marys, ten to twenty beers, a bottle of wine, and an untold number of mixed drinks . . . I felt refreshed and energized.

I quickly washed and put on some fresh duds. I opened my safe and took out my depleted bankroll and had a little heart to heart with the bills.

“Bills, today is the day you will go forth and multiply. You will breed amongst each other and procreate more bills . . . you will make your keeper RICH.”

I stuffed $1000 in my pocket and put the rest back. I felt I could survive the morning session with a cool k.

I opened my door and relaxed in the gathering room, casually pawing through the room service menu. I picked up the phone and immediately had them send up a pot of coffee, some water and several juices.

“What’s up . . . “

Whale Jo peeked his head out from his room.

“Second day, baby!”

He gave me a few flash instructions on additional room service that was needed. Just before I was about to call down and get the grub up to our room, I got a call from Chaz. Turns out we had invited him up for room service breakfast the night before – so he was cashing in.

I made the call:

Another pot of coffee;

Bottled water;

Various juices;

Fruit plate;

Side of Bacon;

Milkshakes;

Scrambled Eggs with a Ham Steak;

Eggs over easy with Bacon;

Waffles;

Eggs Benedict;

A variety of Danishes.

Muffins.

Oh yah. Bring on the gluttony.

The first room service order arrived. Some nice chap named “Dan” or “Dave” or some name with the letter “d” in I brought in the goods. I looked at the bill, gave him a big tip, and signed off as “Whale Jo”.

Minutes later ole Chaz arrived. Turns out he had hit sort of a wall – despite having taken an afternoon nap – and had retired after the Wynn. As far as gambling went – he was a bit down, but definitely looking forward to some breakfast in the suite.

It wasn’t too soon thereafter when the second order arrived. What a way to start off the day. Everything was better than average – which exceeded my expectations. I kinda thought the food would be subpar.

I licked up the eggs benedict and slurped down some milkshake mixed with a little juice and coffee. Ahhhhhhhh.

It was time to game.

Jaco and Whale Jo were going to do a little low limit hit –n- runs and see if we couldn’t get something going. First stop – Harrahs.

There was something satisfying about walking into Harrah’s armed with a new bunch of 100 bills and ready to see if I couldn’t scratch out a little luck. I wasn’t looking for anything big – just a win – a bona fide blue blooded win. Could be .01, could be $100 . . . I just wanted to feel victory.

For a moment, I think I was up. We played various $.05 and $1 slots . . . really just focusing on whatever “felt” right at that particular moment. Eventually I grew tired of Harrahs and decided to change locations.

Casino Royale.

I know, I know . . . this place is a particular favorite amongst many people – cheap drinks, cheap gambling . . . . and it did not disappoint.

First thing I walk through as I entered the casino? Some sort of fire sale on already cheap quality clothing . . . “I got f*cked in Vegas” Tees . . . “I Laid a Golden Nugget in Vegas” sweats . . . . “Play This Slot” hats . . . . wow. And there was a crowd. Double wow. And I became vaguely interested in buying some of the stuff . . .

But thankfully I heard the sing song dingaling of the casino floor and my gambling bug persevered.

I really wasn’t feeling any love from the tables – probably because of the little hit I had the night before – I really felt there was more to be had out of slots or video poker. So we stumbled around various penny slots and started playing. Any you know what – we started winning. Not a lot . . . but as I said before, I just wanted victory.

I think I ended up making about $100 or $200 . . . when I heard something over the casino din . . . Luke Skywalker . . . no, it couldn’t be.

Yes! A Star Wars themed slot. I don’t know why this excited me so, but it did and I immediately plugged some bills into it.

I got taken down hard.

Normally, I find you can survive at these rinky dink games for a while because they give you enough payout to make it interesting and occasionally throw you a bonus rounds. Not good ole Star Wars. Nope.

This machine didn’t match up on anything. To make matters worse – there’s some sort of running video of movie clips going on and it is loud enough to make me think that I keep hitting some sort of bonus round.

Jaco hits spin button.

Buttons spin.

Loud X-Wing fighter sound from above with loud yelling and loud R2D2 beeping.

Jaco looks up and claps hands like a little monkey.

Nothing happens.

Jaco looks at reels and sees 0 credits.

Jaco swears profusely and sticks more money in machine.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

So, Casino Royale didn’t work out. It was time to move on. As we were walking out, we got a call from most of the rest of the crew, they were heading out to join us. We decided to meet up at Imperial Palace.

I like this casino. I can’t think of any particular reason why – I just do. Perhaps it’s the lighting, perhaps it’s the dealertainers, I dunno, I just like gaming there.

Again, I wasn’t feeling the table games, so I went for the slots. Again, no luck was to be had this morning. Jackpot Party? Nope. Video Poker? Nope. I wasn’t betting too big, but the losses were starting to mount.

Eventually the crew showed up and they all proceeded to lose money as well. Time to move on. We collected Whale Jo off a table where he was going head to head with John Belushi at $100 - $500 per BJ hand. I think he broke even and I got a nice picture of Whale Jo and Belushi holding hands. Cute.

Next stop – Flamingo. I felt luck had to turn my way. No way I could keep hitting casino after casino and not have at least a little taste of victory!

I have to say – I also like Flamingo – though, like IP, I can’t say why. By time we got there, everyone was hungry. We mobbed some pizza joint and grubbed down quickly. Then, it was on to try Jackpot Party.

Sigh. No luck.

OK. Time to switch it up, I had to give the tables a try. I walked around and found some of the crew banging it out at a BJ table.

Ooops. I lost $300 in ten minutes.

OK, back to the slots.

Ouch. Nothing.

Back to the tables. How about some nice Let It Ride with Whale Jo . . . he was betting $75 per spot . . . I went for $25 . . . .

You can write your own ending here – nothing.

I think the crew lost as well and they took off back to the Mirage. Whale Jo and I were not done – we felt we had one more casino in us . . . Bill’s.

I just had to put my head in my arms for a second as I write this – why why why why WHY did we go there!

All the nice bills that had been keeping my pocket heavy during the day were mostly gone. I was quite buzzed. I knew I wasn’t going to win.

Yet I played and got played. I found some dirty machines in the back corner of Bill’s and like some washed up rat, huddled against one of the machines and started sticking 5s, 10s and 20s into it . . . I was out of large bills.

It took longer to put those bills into the machines than it took to lose them.

I looked over at Whale Jo . . . by the defeated look in his eyes, I could tell he was in the midst of a money flush.

It was time to go.

I would not find victory this session.

It was time to go back, get cleaned up, meet the crew in the suite for a little gathering, and then dinner at Piero’s.

I knew things would get better.

And , boy, did they.

To be continued.

Uhh..Jaco...You did mean Jim right? Or Whale Jo was shaking hands with a ghost

So sorry you were taken down by the empire.

Keep it coming.

You are not going to leave us there for the evening are you? ARE YOU???

Tease!

more, more, more

Oh Jaco....you just lost more in one day than we spend on our entire trip. How sad that Star Wars wouldn%26#39;t even spit out some $$$ for you....ok on the the winning chapter!!!!