I Went to Vegas, and These Two Things Happened
I met my dad and sisters in Vegas last weekend. (Well, I mean I met up with them, I've actually met them before.) That in and of itself is not that amazing, I think that's about the 20th time I've been. It becomes difficult to separate all those trips in my mind, but two extraordinarily memorable things happened so I doubt I will forget this particular trip.
Amazing Event #1
I didn't hit any jackpots. But...a jackpot did hit ME!?! We were at a blackjack table at Fitzgerald's (which seems to be a recurring setting for all the Vegas drama in my life). I was sitting at first base. During play, a security guard walked up with one of those chip caddies to refill the dealer's stash. That usually takes them a minute to check their math and sign their slips of paper, so I turned to my sister when suddenly...crash!!
Hundreds of chips had spewed all over the table. My first reaction was that I was a criminal and I put my hands in the air. I expected lots of heavies to emerge from the shadows of the casino with guns drawn...but no one else showed up, and the pit boss, dealer, and guard honestly laughed it off like it wasn't that big of a deal. They picked them all up and recounted, and everything was fine. The pit boss leaned over to me and said, "When was the last time someone dumped $10,000 in your lap?" I said, "I just got off work at the Crazy Horse II about 2 hours ago, so...two hours I guess?"
Amazing Event #2
We went to see Penn & Teller. Awesome show. I love those guys. As you know, Teller's gimmick is that he doesn't talk. They do this one mind-reading bit where they pass a bunch of joke books out in the audience, and ask everyone to pass them around at random in order to choose their mind-reading victim. My hard-of-hearing dad was on the aisle seat, and I saw someone kneel down beside him to say something. I leaned over, knowing that I'd probably need to translate for Dad, and I found myself staring into this face with these words coming out of the face's mouth:
To reiterate, I heard Teller speak. Holy shit. I knew he wasn't really mute and that was just his character, but STILL.
Aw, your site's all prettified and shit. How sweet.
Also, how did I not know about this vegas trip until your gmail status thing the other day? I didn't even get to send $20 with the daddy-o to spend for me! I hereby lodge a complaint. Since everything is Sean's fault, I'm going to complain that he OBVIOUSLY hasn't been drinking enough coffee. That's why I didn't get to place a bet.