WRAP-UP
First of all, how does it take 3 weeks to write a wrap-up post?
You see, man enters Vegas. Man devours all edible items, drives up and down the I-15 like it’s the path to paradise. He stops at every establishment that might have ice cream inside. He came to play poker but he is doing everything but that. Finally he balloons into a living, breathing burger/oyster hybrid.
Then comes the day when man sees a cinnabon in front of him. The initial excitement is quickly followed by sadness because cinnabons live near the departure gates at McCarran.
Then man finds himself walking in slushy snow, entering and exiting offices, acting like a responsible person with values. Morning meetings, phone calls and emails. Can’t i just drive to valet and hit the pit? Life hits a plateau.
Vegas ain’t what it it used to be, either. 6 to 5 blackjack, please pay for parking signs, ”only one drink at a time” restrictions, obnoxious resort fees and all that. The illusion of free is being watered down by the corporate bean counters who’ve never even been on an adventure with betti the yetti. Remember the ending scene of Casino?
The culinary offerings, dirt cheap flights and many other excuses will keep us coming back for more. Poker is not one of those excuses, because the games in Europe are way better. But who needs poker anyway when you got skills in dice, slots and eating.
Special thanks to readers and commenters, gobbo, forbidden dragons, and pot of gold. And **** you Lil’ Red. That Grandma’s cabin was full of empty promises.
But life goes on and i can assure you i’m not starving:
Triple chipotle burger, double cheese, marinated red onions, jalapeños, and chili crème fraiche for the fries. Friends & Brgrs.
Just so you know, we got burgers too!