i'm back and you know it

So I’ve been out of town for that past 5 days in the city that never sleeps (vegas). I had to go for work. It’s an expo for inventors that happens once a year and this year was the first. I have to admit, we did a pretty damn good job. I applaud everyone on the team for the hard work and pulling this tremendous task.

So first night I landed in Vegas, I decided to hit the casino. The shining lights were drawing me in like fly hypnotized by a bug zapper. I couldn’t resist the temptation of the vast of money I could possibly win. Craps table is where I landed after losing a quick 10 buck loss on a slot machine. After ten or so Goose and seven (vodka and 7up), I was up $340 profit. I felt like I just sucker punched Vegas in the face. For the first time, I’m actually walking away from a casino with money I won instead of losing my shirt off my back.

After the two day expo was over, I had to hit the casino once more. After a $150 meal on the company, a few more Goose and sevens, I was ready to face the Goliath (Vinetian hotel casino) like mother freaking David. One after another, everyone kept rolling sevens after their first roll. What the hell. I lost a $100 in a matter of minutes. I walked away pisst off.

So we decided to hit up New York Casino since that was our lucky casino where I banked $340 the first night. I lost another $100 before the drink I ordered was even brought to the table. I walked away pisst off and tired. Damn it. I’m only up $140 bucks. I gladly took my money and walked away knowing I took a piece of Vegas, and it felt damn good but not really. $340 sounds much nicer. But I’m back home and I’ve missed it so much. I missed C just nagging at me all the time, dogs shittin all over the place yappin my ears off, and most of all just sitting around watching tv with C.

Peace out Vegas, for another year.