under the garish bright lights of The Strip, all i did was play blackjack, eat and sleep. I got lucky with the Vegas gods because I won enough money to purchase a pair of CC Chanel earrings. Sinful money must only be gotten rid of via sinful purchases, he said.
I watched greasy haired Chinese men throw away their cash by the thousands more than I played because the process of burning money eludes me completely. i only abide by one arrogant rule at the table: it’s not gambling if you know you’re going to win. that, and the laws of probability; you can only play for so long before you begin to lose everything you just won. still. i lost it in about 5 minutes at Chanel. same story summer 2008. i don’t think i’ve changed much.
the Wynn buffet nearly killed me.
as did the deep fried oreo sundae at Serendipity 3.
as for events that occurred off The Strip…well, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.