Bad Words by Frank Showalter
Published on October 16, 2008 at 2:05pm in Non-fiction. No responses
“Welcome to Washington-Dulles.”
We wake up around 10:30am and start packing. Wynn’s checkout isn’t until noon and our flight isn’t until three, so we’re not rushed.
Once done, we head down and check out, then visit Country Club for lunch. I decide to make the Chipotle Burger a bookend meal and, once again, it’s excellent and filling enough to hold me over for the flight home.
After lunch, we head out to the casino where I cash out my cash-back and freeplay while my girlfriend goes on a great run at the craps table, nearly doubling her buy-in.
Finally, it’s time to bid goodbye to Wynn and we cab it to the airport. Check in and security is a breeze and we’re at our gate with about an hour to spare. We grab a drink, read, and I recharge my phone before boarding the plane. MORE »
Published on October 16, 2008 at 12:58pm in Non-fiction. No responses
Can I grind on you and rub my tits in your face?
September 3, 2008: Wake up and head down to the casino for what’s become my usual morning VP session. I hold even, neither winning nor losing.
We head to The Country Club for lunch, where I order the Open Faced French Dip. Like everything at Country Club, it’s delicious. Seriously, this restaurant can do no wrong.
Next, we head to the pool, where we enjoy a few drinks while lounging and reading. Our chairs are just outside a cabana that, judging by the drifting conversation, might be occupied by the founder and CEO of Airwalk. MORE »
Published on October 8, 2008 at 4:05pm in Non-fiction. No responses
“And who are you?”
I wake up about 10 A.M. Vegas time and head down to the casino. After about half and hour, I’ve made back about half my losses of the night before.
We head to Country Club for lunch. I’m not in the mood for anything too heavy so I order the crab cake sliders. They’re light and very tasty and just what the doctor ordered.
After lunch, I stop by the poker room and get on the wait list for a $1-3 no-limit game. Fifteen minutes later, they call my name and I sit down at a full table.
I bide my time, sizing up the table. It’s solid competition, and to top it off, one guy’s on a rush catching aces, kings, and jacks, all back-to-back. I fold a pair of 10’s early against a raise and re-raise on a board with three overs, only to see a 10 drop on the river that would have won it for me. MORE »
Published on September 22, 2008 at 12:49pm in Non-fiction. No responses
“Welcome to Picasso.”
I wake up about 9:30 A.M. Vegas time and head down to the casino. Within fifteen minutes, I’ve recouped my losses the previous night and then some.
The plan today is to hit the pool, but my sunglasses are lying on the seat of my car back home, so we head across the street to Macy’s at the Fashion Show Mall, where I pick up a new pair.
From there, we make our way through Treasure Island to the Mirage, where we line up outside BLT Burger, which is due to open in about ten minutes at 11.
It’s 11:05 and the restaurant is about a quarter full by the time the hostess seats us in an awkward corner next to the open kitchen. I look at the menu and get excited to find out they’ve got one of my favorite beers, Turbo Dog, on tap, only to have my hopes crushed when the waiter comes back to tell me they’re out. We order a couple of burgers and wait. MORE »
Published on September 12, 2008 at 6:55pm in Non-fiction. No responses
“Welcome home.”
August 31, 2008: It’s six A.M. and I’m driving to the airport. I haven’t slept in close to 24 hours, and the fifteen-minute drive to Dulles is a struggle. My girlfriend is a zombie in the seat next to me. She needs coffee.
We park, trudge to the terminal, get our boarding passes and check our luggage.
The TSA guy is all smiles as I hand him my bag, which he x-rays, then opens, removing two cans of spray-on sunscreen. After several tests, he’s convinced that, yes, they’re just sunscreen. He replaces them, zips up the bag and places it with the rest. We head to the gate. MORE »
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