Actually, here is the real exchange of monies.
Jan's financial happenings during Reno trip dated July 24-27.
Ahem...
I went up with 200 dollars in my pocket.
We went immediately to the black jack table where somehow the 200 disappeared.
I took a marker of 500 dollars that also disappeared somewhere between the black jack table and the 5 dollar slot machines.
The Bank 'O Dad was open for business and I took a 500 dollar loan.
I went to the roulette table and won 100 dollars in one spin.
I was then down 600 plus the loan of 500.
The black jack table was again attempted the following morning where 600 dollars were gained bringing me even but with still owing the 500 dollars.
The slot tournament started and I gave Dad 400 of the 500 loaned and was returned that amount at the end of the tournament plus 400 dollars. (We won 1200 on the slot machine).
So now I have 900 in my pocket but still owe the Bank 'O Dad 500. He wouldn't take it and we went to the 5 dollar machine.
We won 600 dollars which we split.
I paid off my marker of 500 leaving 600 in my pocket and wanted to give Dad the money back then but he said no.
We went to the black jack tables and I won 500. Now I have 1100 in pocket.
I went to the roulette table and gained 150 and change.
Now I have 1250 in pocket and made my Dad take the 500 back leaving me with 750.
I lost a couple of hundred at the table which really irritated me.
Then I found the quarter machine that gave me 250 and I ended the whole shibang with 800 and a few pennies.
There ya have it :-)
Dad ended giving back some of the 8000 he had won because of the worst losing streak I had ever seen at a black jack table. Not a happy camper at all.
Stories from Reno:
I can not be taken anywhere, I swear. I already told everyone about the scooter I rented but I didn't tell about the balloons. I tied a green and yellow balloon to the arm of the scooter and rode as fast as the machine would go, which was pretty darn fast, with the balloons flapping behind me stretched back from the speed, past the black jack tables yelling "ZOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM". Mind you, I know these people - the dealers and pit bosses that is - pretty well and I am on medication so I have every excuse in the world for my behavior. Fortunately they like me and found my actions funny so security was not called. In fact, most of the time I had security guards helping me carry my winnings or just hanging out to yak whilst I pushed the lighted button on the machines. Very nice people up there at the Nugget. I highly recommend the place. Have them get you a scooter.
However my Dad was embarrassed enough to have papers drawn up disowning me. That is until I came over and gave him a good back scratch and he forgave me everything. Except that time when I was 8 and I destroyed his saw horses (the ones he built two days earlier by hand) because I was an Indian and they were Turkey's that needed to be killed for dinner... but that is a different story.
Unfortunately, my back still won't allow me to sit for very long so we had to be creative with all the black jack dealing. One time, I was stretched, laying down that is, across three chairs and couldn't see up over the table. Dad had to hold my cards up and the dealer had to tell me what card she had showing. Then I would tell them what to do. The other guy at the table was a peach and would tell me what he had and if he took a hit what card he got. Dad of course would tell me his cards and we had a great time. Dad and I yell "Weeeee" whenever we win at the table. We had the other player and the dealer joining us when we had a good streak going. What fun.
The waitress brought me bendy straws for my Shirley Temple (I can't drink alcohol with the medication and Shirley Temples are yummy) and the pit bosses wouldn't let anyone sit at the table because I was taking up the chairs and honestly couldn't move. Wasn't that really nice?
Another time I was in the reclining wheelchair a little away from the table and we had to do the same as I described above. But, we had to stop because a silly band which destroyed the beginning of "We are Family" made too much noise for us to hear each other. I was screaming "Double Down!" and the whole room would turn around.
Also, restaurants are an issue. I will not be visiting any 5 star restaurants any time soon. Do you have any idea how much people stare when you are stretched across two chairs with your plate on your chest? What was I gonna do? Cry into my soup because my back hurt too much? Sheesh people, I was hungry and had to eat somehow...
I guess I could have locked myself in my room and had room service but I didn't wanna. I wanted to be out! :-p
But the good news is and I say all of the above with a smile on my face and fond memories, is that I was able to make the trip. Just a month ago a 15 minute car ride would have me in such a fit I couldn't tell ya.
I'm very pleased with my progress. Now I'm preparing for my trip to Virginia this Saturday where I'll stay for two weeks at DWA. Well, I have a hotel that I will sleep in but you know what I mean.
I'm pretty sure Tommy won't be renting me a scooter... |
