My b-day part 2
The next day seemed to be a bit more eventful. Since it was my day (a day before my b-day) I took Bob out to a big meal at the Rio. The Rio buffet is one of the best buffets I’ve found. And there is nothing better than to eat a huge meal the day of your birthday.
We caught up with other peeps and headed to the Palms. I hadn’t been there since I left Vegas four years ago, and the guys hadn’t seen it at all. We took a quick tour, before we hit a psychic booth. I insisted I get a reading, which it took a good forty five minutes to finally get into see her. But man, was it worth it.
She had instantly pegged my personality. The look on my friends faces were of shock. She had told me within the first few minutes that I had two jobs, was a creative person, and had stomach problems. Okay, the stomach wasn’t too much of a stretch. I kind of wished I had recorded it.
As far as what she told me about the future, she said I would find love two more time in my lifetime, once in my mid-thirties and the other in my mid-fifties. I had a love once in my early twenties (which is a little inaccurate, I had a girlfriend in high school). I was going to have a career change soon, which will be very successful. I asked if I should stay in my current profession now, and she said stick around it for a few years, then you’ll change. All stuff I needed to hear.
There was one place I wanted to go when I decided to go, one of my old karaoke haunts at the Boulder Station casino. I was still surprised that the karaoke was still around the place. It had change a bit, but I still remember the slick floor that I had slide upon many times when I did Footloose. The dj had changed, but the owner was still around and remembered me. I did my stuff just like old times. No Footloose this time though—I was wearing a suit. I got a great ovation just like old times as well. I did my song left.
I wound up gambling later on at the Mirage. I haven’t really gambled in Vegas—maybe a single bet at a 21 table or a few pulls of a slot machine here or there. I got $60 in chips and stepped to a twenty one table. I ended up doubling my money before I decided to leave. I had tripled it, but I went on a losing streak and decided to leave while I was head. Not bad for my first actual betting experience.
It was just myself and Bob again when we hit the club. A lot busy club then last night. We tried the Caesar’s clubs, but they were all booked. Hence why we went to the Mirage. I did do some moves, but with a packed dance floor, I wasn’t really doing much. I got a couple of overpriced screwdrivers and after about an hour, we left. The alcohol took effect shortly after we left, and stumbled into a karaoke club on the strip. The dj’s there remembered me, and sand a few songs, as well as had a few more screwdrivers.
A bachelorette party was there as well, and started to hang out with us. One of the ladies started to hit on Bob, but he was seeing a girl at the time, and was trying to fend off her advances. The girls sand a Mexican birthday song and had done it all night. The club closed and we started to sing in the bar below. A couple Canadian guys joined us and after a few more drinks, we left, as Bob was suspecting security was on it’s way to kick us out.
The next day, we caught the Colts-Patriots game at the Green Valley Ranch. I put twenty on the Colts, who wound up maintaining the spread and I broke even. I went to a black jack table and blew my winnings because the dealer kept hitting twenty one.
I left Vegas with even and stories that I guess didn’t stay there.