Can't Put A Good Book Down

I sit alone everyday you know, sitting on the stairwell eating my lunch, reading a book. What about you?

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Who Loves Ya, Baby?

Apparently not blackjack dealers, snow makers, or waiters, but at least the bartenders and waitresses do. Needless to say, I survived relatively unscathed. A few aches and pains...mild ego bruising...severe bank account damage, but no worse for wear. So for the details:

Snowboarding is not so bad. I prefer skiing, but at least I know if my knees go out, then I have a fallback plan. Of course, I'll have to remind myself that just because I can do certain things on skis, doesn't mean I can do them on a board. Learned that the hard way when I tried to make a jump and planted the front end of the board (and my face) smack into a snowbank.

After playing slots, craps, roulette, poker (hold-em), and blackjack, I have determined that $20 at any card table lasts me longer than penny slots anyday. I rocked with the cards (granted I lost the hold-em tourney, but I made it to Round 5 and barely missed out on some money. I was 18th. 14th started the money). Of course, it wouldn't be gambling if I hadn't lost everything I made (plus some) on all those games that I was toasted on. Almost evened out until I played craps my last night there. I was determined to figure out what the deal is. All I figured out was it's a good way to dump $100 in less than an hour.

Other than those two activites, spent most of my time drinking till 5am, barely sleeping, and going to the mountain. Did learn that you just can't hit on women in casinos. Unless they come with you or you manage to hit double 00 with a grand on the table, they don't want anything to do with you. The mountain, however, is completely different. Everyone is willing to talk and flirt. Problem is most of them were just in town for the day (since Sacramento/San Francisco are only 3-4 hours away) and not only weren't staying overnight, but were self-conscious about not having a shower/change of clothes if they were going to stay.

Oh well, that's what home is for. I was on vacation. It was good, getting back to the daily grind, however, is not. It's been 48 hours and I'm ready for another vacation already. Paris anyone?