You know I’ve been to Vegas once too many when I hop into the cab and recognize the cab driver. I recognized him as soon as we jumped in and I proceeded to ask, “Are you Ethiopian?” Darko and Hummer looked at me as if I was crazy when I asked the question. Ahhhh, another Vegas trip comes to a conclusion and I’m writing from my room in the Wynn. Once again it was lots of fun, mixed in with a few B level celebrity sightings which I’ll get to in a little bit. I took a power nap at 9pm so I could have some juice for the nighttime fun. To protect the innocent I’ve promised to limit publication of certain events from the last 36 hours.
The random people you meet here and the people you see (Marlon Wayans, Maurice Green, Jeff Foster and Middle America) are always entertaining. This weekend I’ve had conversations from one girl giving me sex tips to another guy sharing his life’s story. In between was a celebration of Darko’s birthday, lots of gambling losses and Marlin Wayan. The problem with me is that I cannot adhere to my own advice when it comes to Vegas and if I did, I’d be a richer man for it or at least my ATM card would give me one last cash withdrawal so I can make it to the airport. A strong sign that I gotta stop coming to Vegas or slow down the gambling is when the ATM will no longer allow me to withdraw money because I’ve maxed out my daily limit. Around noon, Hummer told me he can’t gamble until 9pm tonight because that’s midnight EST and he can then withdraw cash again. Fortunately for him we gave him some cash and he quickly introduced us to a new game, “3 card poker” or as we termed it, “3 card monte”. The worst thing that could happen to you when you learn a new game is to have early success because you think it’s easy and that’s been my history. The reason this particular game is appealing is because of the escalated payouts based on certain hands, and on the 4th hand Hummer hit the jackpot with a straight flush, which resulted in a $600 payout for $30 hand. I also hit two straights which quickly gave me a couple hundred off of my $30 bet. Oh how the tides turn because you know what’s cooler than bein’ cool? Ice Cold! The wisdom of Outkast is something to behold. Both my surplus and basis evaporated before I could say, “What the …. ?!” As customary when I’ve lost my last chip to the house, I back out with a downtrodden face that’s all too familiar to the dealers. Gambling is about streaks and not so much grinding. When you’re hot, you gotta bet big but soon as you feel that chill, similar to leaving your apt at 7am for work in late October, it’s best to leave the table. I’m like a dog; I have a 3 second memory when it comes to gambling.
Let me rewind to when I first boarded the plane in LA. A couple rows ahead of me were Maurice Green, Marlon Wayans and their little entourage of ladies (white girlfriend included). There is no first class on jetBlue so they all sat in the first row. For those who don’t know who these men are, one is a former world record holder in the 100 meter sprint and the other is famous from his should’ve been oscar nominated movies “White Chicks” and “I’m gonna git you sucka”. I saw Marlon a couple more times this weekend as he also stayed at the Wynn. I did see him get harassed for some autographs at the craps table next door, and as he left after having obliged nicely, I thought I heard him say as he walked away from the table “Damn, that girl messed up my roll because she wanted a F%#$in autograph.” It’s tough being a celeb I guess because you can’t get your roll on. BTW, nice pink sweater and bug eye sunglasses.
I just took a stroll around the Wynn to keep myself up because I have a flight in a few hours. On my brief walk I encountered 3 hoochimamas who said to me they like “Asians, Chinese or Koreans” and I smiled, said Thank You and walked away. Earlier tonight I was in another conversation and the girl asked me where I was staying and I said the Wynn, and she then asked if I had a room to myself. I said “no” of course and nervously laughed. Let’s say that was the tame part of our conversation. I did get some tips from her at least. Hookers are everywhere, and when you think they’re not a hooker, assess why their so damn friendly. Las Vegas has to have the most fake breasts per capita in the world. You’ll be hard pressed to find more hard bodied girls west of Miami. What makes the sights more interesting is the fashion. Is there a square inch requirement for fashion because I’m amazed at how some fabrics barely cling to the bodies of these ladies.
There are other observations I’ve made but I’ll have to get into that a bit later as well as some of the stories that don’t require a non-disclosure agreement. Onto packing and to the airport.
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when i went to wynn, i have to say the drink girls were so insanely hot that you just wanted to hand them your money. i've never had that feeling ever in my life until seeing some of the wynn drink girls. it's like a zombie thing takes over you. I know it's so stupid but it was fun nonetheless.
love the hotel but i've never had such bad luck gambling than at the wynn.
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