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A stolen day in Reno

 
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PostPosted: Feb Fri 26, 2010 10:26 am    Post subject: A stolen day in Reno Reply with quote

After last year’s “chasing Diamond”, and the ultimate underwhelming rewards that trickled in, we decided to give HET less play this year, taking them for what we could get, and visiting other casinos instead. We also thought we’d go less, as we didn’t care about earning points. Our first trip of the year, was this last weekend, with husband R, KC visiting brother, local non-gambling sister (we’re related?) and local gambling daughter, G, (we’re related!) I only wanted to go for one night, as both brother and sister are only good for that long, and start looking for me to entertain them after the first day, but no, they wanted a longer trip, so I arranged it with our host, and she gave us two nights/2 rooms comped.



Sister had to work ½ a day Friday, so the plan was for the 4 of us to meet her at her place of work in Roseville (45 minutes from us, 100 miles further into Reno). Rather than take 2 cars for 5 people, we took just her Honda Civic for all 5 of us, and left our 4-seater convertible behind. Sister cannot drive in bad weather, bad for EVERYONE on the road, so we decided to have R drive us all in her car. Ugh, 3 adults in the back seat of a Honda civic. This was a long-g-g-g 100 miles into Reno, but, it was into Reno, and not to a Dentist appointment, so we laughed and told stories on the way, and made the best of it, leaving our car in her parking place at work.



We made it to Reno by 3, minimizing the stops, as buckling three adults in the back seat was no small feat, and took cooperation by all: “let me put my seatbelt on before you get in!”; “okay, now roll to the right, stay there! Ow-w-w! that’s my hand! Get off!” “Now both of you roll to the left, I can’t find the thingy! Where’s the thingy?! Is that my thingy or your thingy? Okay, hold on…almost…got it!” No one wanted to repeat this, so we drove straight into Reno without stopping at the bathroom.



The check-in desk was empty, but the suites were gone, so we were given the usual rooms we’ve always been given, West Tower room with 2 double, yes, DOUBLE beds. Ugh!!! How are R and I to share a double bed? Our daughter, G, was in one, so we were in the other. Oh well, we’d make sure and be real tired when we went to bed. We tossed the bags and went down to the 2nd floor casino to meet up with everyone.



We were only there about 3 minutes, when this “brigade” of HET peeps all descended on us, and those around us. Welcome _______, how are you, good luck, win big….blah, blah, blah. These were not hosts, but host lackies, sucking up, offering nothing. Kinda weird, especially since most of the names they were using were wrong, due to using other folk’s cards, or the people already having moved since the location and name had appeared on the host's computer screen.



Once everyone was there, we decided to start at Cal-Neva, as we were no longer chasing points, and Cal-Neva had many more game choices than Harrah’s. We like playing in the tower by the parking garage. It’s all glass and pretty bright with high ceilings. We hit the room and begin our attack. We were in retreat mode most of the time, and I imagine we would have looked like we were playing musical chairs, as the five of us jockeyed for the best game, and all came up small losers. However, as is with the first night, we were in a hurry to give them money, to get the games going, and our good times guaranteed. Drink service was fair, and in a couple of hours it was time to take brother and sister to Harrah’s for the seafood buffet.



I had a buy one/get one coupon in my name. Could I use it for someone else? Hah! It was easy. Up to the Diamond line, “two please” she uses the coupon, the three of us than go to the hostess who seats my family without me, as I meet up with R and G at the Diamond lounge next door. No one on guard, and the three of us mosey up to the bar. We would MUCH rather eat light when playing anyway, but the offerings were embarrassing. I miss the hotdogs I made fun of at NOLA’s Diamond lounge. At least that was hot food and smelled like something. We leave shortly and decide to play at Harrah’s until the family gets out of the show. I had also gotten them tickets to Sammy’s showroom and the Nathan Owens Motown review, so we wouldn’t see them for several hours.



We were doing our usual slow bleed at Harrah’s, when a fellow walked up to R, all suited, with a smile plastered on his face. “Hello R! Welcome! How are you? I’m pleased to tell you you’ve earned two buffets for tonight only. Here you go!” Me: “ Uh….this is my daughter with us, can we get three?” smile leaves his face, he shakes his head at us, and leaves. Ew-w-w-w….that was icky.



R looks confused at me. He plays half of what I do, he’s Platinum, I’m Diamond, he gets better offers; I get a rock. We decide to use the buffet passes and put G’s meal on our points. Off we go! 5 minutes before nine we arrive to eat. 5 after nine we are leaving. See, we are not buffet people. One pass through, eat in 10 minutes, no dessert, gone. (As we were driving down the hill, a few days later, I checked my emails and saw Harrah's had sent R this new special for him. Play one hour a day, and get 2 free buffets PER DAY. Just play, and they would bring them out. Yeah right, they did it once over 4 days, and ignored me, bastards.)



By now the show is out, and the brother is shaking the musician’s hands. Best show ever! they exclaim, cool. We decide to go in search of music, as that is what THEY like to do. Across the street to El Dorado, our old standby cabaret is gone with an odd sportsbook thing in its place. Okay, Silver Legacy next, and they’re playing country. No. Circus? Sister has run out of gas and gives up, walking by herself back to Harrah’s for bed, at her insistence. We play at Silver Legacy for an hour, and I’m done in, not winning makes you tired quicker.



R walks me back to the room, and tells me he’ll be back in a ½ hour or so. Now this is the opposite of what usually goes on. He usually goes back to the room for uninterrupted remote control power, and I play longer with G and silly slots. But he’s not tired, I am (2 weeks of playing hostess to visiting family will do that) so he’s off.



I decide which bed to sleep in, and pick 6 inches of one side of the double bed. I don’t want him to have to move me over when he comes in, and I’m so tired I’ll be out in seconds. I glance at the clock, 11:23 PM. Ah—h-h sleep…where’s my pillow? My pillow…. I FORGOT MY PILLOW! My home pillow is a broken down, thin, flat, sorry- excuse-for-a-pillow, pillow. These fancy-schmancy Harrah’s pillows have way too much juiciness about them. All puffy, fluffy and new, I’m not, and they don’t fit.



I try and squish it to no avail, it springs back up, I go without it, I can’t breathe flat. Then I try my old standby work-a-round, take out pillow, stuff pillowcase with towel. This works for a few fitful hours, and it’s now 1:30 AM. Wow! They’re still out. No worries, I do that a lot. I decide pillow is too flat, and add husband’s favorite soft shirt, yes, that’s better. Sleep again, off and on, until 3:40 AM. Still not here, and I’m still only using up 6 inches of two empty double beds. I think I hate them now. Not for their play, or late night, but because I just spent ½ my sleeping night struggling to stay within 6 inches of bed, while two whole (minus 6 inches) double beds went empty.



So I call. R answers on the first ring, “We’re okay!” he almost shouts. I test him on some difficult words to make sure they are not drunk or in danger, they pass, and I lay back down. I had arranged to meet bro/sis for breakfast at 10 AM, about 6 hours from now, okay, still enough time to sleep a little. A few minutes later they return, happy, having won, and ready to sleep. Glinda on WOZ gave R a $271 wild screen on a 40 cent bed. They then played hours on JAWS, staying even and hitting bonuses regularly. I heard all about it, woke up, while they fell asleep immediately. I eventually did to, until sister calls at 8 AM for breakfast….



I quietly get ready, letting them sleep, exhausted myself, after about 5 hours of broken sleep, when R joins me all awake, ready to go down. We leave, let G sleep more, and join bro/sis at keno to head over for breakfast. They now decide they don’t want breakfast, that the Starbucks and croissant was fine, and the bloody Mary’s are doing the trick. Really? Than what the hell did you call and wake me up at 8 for? Grrrrrrr…. (this was all, of course, in my head), as we smile and go for breakfast without them.



After breakfast, we wake up G, get the car out, and head to Tahoe so brother could see the lake. As we’re getting ready to get on the highway, G checks weather, and shows Tahoe in snow. Sister asks why we’re going, in bad weather, to a place you aren't going to do anything in but gamble and there is plenty of that here (she doesn’t like to gamble, but likes cold less). He is out-voted, and we decide to head to Bonanza.



Bonanza has $3 BJ with okay rules, and we play for a while, we eventually all lose our $20 buy-in and hit what we really wanted to do, the slots. We split up, I find the nickel wheel poker and have a blast for an hour, winning $100. I inventory my peeps, and find everyone is up some, and we spend 3 more hours there. Bro/sis has to eat at the coffee shop, as they had missed real breakfast, and we stay an hour too long, which has us giving money back. Couple pics of wins:




Still, nice afternoon, with minimal losses, and we head back down town. We decide dinner at the Copper Ledge is in order. I like this place. Linens and lighting with a bit of attitude thrown in at Cal-Neva. Who’d a thought? Tonight’s special is appetizer, salad, T-bone steak, potato, dessert and a glass of wine. $12.99. I asked if they mind if we split, they did not mind and we were set. Our server was odd though. No personality (this was before she knew we were splitting) and did a strange thing. Russ had just come from the player’s booth (the meal was comped anyway), and they had given him a bottle of wine for his birthday. He was carrying it and set it on the table. She saw the wine, said Happy Birthday (she knew where it came from) and sweetly asked would he like it opened. Sure.



The meal was good, though too much all around and we left some, and skipped the free dessert. When the check came, I saw it had a $12 charge for opening the “free” wine. Oh please. I know what a corkage fee is, I pay them regularly on cruises, but even Carnival only charges $10, and this was Cal-Neva’s own wine! Left a bad taste in my mouth, had she of told us about the fee, we probably would have just drank what came with the meal and carried the other back to our room. She lost, as she only got an $8 tip instead of $20.



My sis wanted to see the show at Harrah’s again, with I my Diamond tickets for the month, so I hooked us up. After dinner, I took her by the Diamond lounge for more wine and bottled water (which we openly carried in the show-no one cared), and had a nice booth in the back. She was excited to see the show again; must be good, two nights in a row?



Uh-no. They were bad. Real bad. They could not move together, they were off-key and nasally, and the lead singer looked like my ex-husband (who is white and I don’t like). After two hours of bad show time (40 minutes of real time when I checked my watch) I thought I was going to kill myself. I then went into survivor mode, and began fantasizing about my next trip, where we were going, what shows we might see, all the while blocking out the sounds in front of me. When they said good-night, I bolted for the exit. My sis followed confused, since I was trying to exit a fire door. Oops! Wrong turn, I then tried to get out another false lane, damn! and finally went back the way they brought us in. By now, they had started their endless encore, but I had gotten far enough away from our table, and already had us looking like asses, so that she followed me out.



It seemed to matter to her that I liked the show, so I nodded stupidly and changed the subject when she asked. I think Human Nature in Vegas has ruined me for any other Motown cover band forever. She left happy for bed, and I went in search of my gamblers-in-arms. This time, R went to bed, and G and I stayed up. We did not have the luck they had, and were soon in bed, back to my little piece of the bed and the fluffy monster pillows. It was another tortuous night.



We escaped our hell, I mean we woke up about 8:30, and met everyone for breakfast. Cal-Neva steak and eggs, $3.99. The walk over was a little different this morning, with snow coming down and no sign of stopping. The bro/sis told us the bell guy told them the pass was open with no controls. They were ready to go home. When I explained the pass was not only chains required, but was closed. I got the look of disbelief. I told them that I don’t go over the hill on Sunday’s with chain controls anyway; the fact that it was closed just made it look better for employers on the other side.



I’ve spent too many hours trapped on that parking-lot-of-a highway during winter, snowy Sundays, and today was not going to be another. She asked me why I was doing this to her, I pointed outside and reminded her I didn’t have that kind of power. I wasn’t doing anything. She didn’t believe me. Sigh. See I had told them one night was all they needed, they were already showing signs of a non-gamblers impatience. You know the drill. They stand over your shoulder, watching you win/lose a couple of bucks, and want to know when you're cashing out. They sigh heavily, and plop down next to you, talking/whining about when the next meal or event might be. They will take the free drink the CW offers because YOU are playing, and are happy they don't have to pay for rooms, or show, or meals, and then wonder out loud about YOUR gambling problem. I knew one day was enough, and now we'll be having three.



Luckily, she decided she wanted to work out. So I took her into the health room at Harrah’s with my Diamond pass, and she was happy. The rest of us continued to play, moving over to Harrah’s. We found those cool stacked 7 machines. They lock in different colored 7’s in a tower above the machine during bonus. It’s a hoot. R even got all red sevens, NOT in bonus for a $100 win on a 30 cent bet. While we were playing there, our host stopped by to say hi. She said that she saw we were staying over that night (comped both rooms) and we could have both of them for another night if we wanted. Wow. That’s new.



Later in the day, R, G and myself hit the Diamond lounge for drinks and snacks. I thought it was early, when bro/sis called to see what we wanted to do for dinner. She also wanted a GOOD glass of wine. In a casino? Comped? Not to be had. Wait! There’s a wine bar next to the coffee shop, go in there, buy-in, play a bit, split, maybe you win, maybe not, but you at least have a chance at it! And for dinner I sent them to the coffee shop, as I knew we were not ready to eat.



Back at the DL, we’d had one drink, and then G received another cool French martini, just as we were ready to bail. We were going to take it out, but now there was a guard/check-in dude at the door, whose main function appeared to stop people from doing this. Every Diamond lounge has a different rule about this. Harrah’s Reno had a sign. “NO!” it said. Or that’s what it meant. What to do…..



G wants yummy martini, R wants to follow rules, I want to have challenges. “Let’s sneak it past him!” I say. “No way you getting that out” says R. G looks amusingly at us, she’s known us for her 29 years. R tells me to ask him if we can take it out, get a paper cup, something. I’m like, “no way he’s saying yes to that, standing next to the mean sign, AND that will tip our hand!” We stare at each other, I win, R gets up and says he’s going to talk to the guy.



Talk to him? I watch, wonder what he’s about, and then try to listen in. He’s not trying to get a paper cup, he’s BS-ing with the guy about nothing. Then I get it. He’s running blockade for us! I tell G, she gets it, and off we go, sliding right past R and out the door, all the while R is talking about other Diamond Lounges, whatever, with him. In a moment, R exits for high fives all around, what a team. I’m giddy with success. On to other pray. I wonder if Sis got her good glass of wine?



We enter the wine bar, no one there, only a bartender with an attitude. I could see the attitude from across the room. He had his arms crossed, his eyebrows up, and was looking down his nose at us, maybe a bit of a lip curl for sneer effect was there too. Hmm….challenges… What kind of nice red do you have? (Meaning Merlot or Cab, and not vat stuff, he knew what I meant). He looks puzzled, I re-phrase, what cabernet sauvignon do you have specifically? He named one lame one. Russ looks over the bar, and mentions a cab I like. “They have X.” he says.



Okay, let’s buy-in I say. All three of us belly-up, we put our money in and order the one R saw. The ‘tender tells me I have to be Diamond to get that one, or pay $8 a glass, really? (I’d just put a $100 in and played $1 max for $5 a pull, so what is that based on?) I lose my smile, flip the Diamond card where he can see it, and all attitude magically disappears. He can’t move fast enough, and pours the whole bottle into three glasses. Asshole. We tip $5, and he hovers. Another employee asks him for something in the back; when I notice he is gone, I tell my comrades we are done. We cash out, take our wine next door to our peeps and they gush happy. Seems they had just visited Mr. Personality, next door, and decided to BUY the wine, instead of play for it. He charged them $12 a glass. They were happy to get our glasses of wine, to offset the expense of the bought ones. I also had won $25 on my attempt, take that poo-poo head snooty ‘tender!



After their dinner , we played more at Harrah’s but I was getting tired of conversation, and wanted to just “zone” into a game, no talking, me and the machine, my drink, that’s it. They were all tirelessly following me. I'm too nice, must lose smile. When I kept moving to another machine, and quit answering them, they got it and left me alone. Within a few minutes of this alone time, I hit a 4 OAK, then another. Up $150! G comes by, “Yea mommy!” she exclaims, (I’d been losing ALL weekend). Then R came by, happy for me too. He was done playing and was heading over for the Nugget burgers. I cashed out my ticket, told him to cash it to preserve the win, and give me a $20. When that was done, I’d join them.



I move to a VP machine standing alone, perfect! I choose 10 cents, 10 of them a pull. I hit a 4 OAK right away, and up walks bro/sis. Sigh. They always find me: Whatcha’ doin’? Me: “playing/winning”, not looking up at them. They tell me they are going to Brew Brothers. “Go then!” I’m thinking. But I tell them we are done in a few, with Nugget burgers on the way. Okay. Off they go. Then…the weirdest thing happened to my machine. It began to hard-core win!



I get a regular 4 OAK, and hit the button to add up credits without even looking at it, or taking a picture. Not like me at all. It’s like I was hiding it or something. Then, I hit a bonus 4 OAK. I hit the deal button immediately, and get 4 aces (no kicker). I now have almost $300, and I can still see my family walking away. A few more pulls, and it gives me 4 aces WITH the kicker. I now have over $600, all in a few moments. All with pounding the deal button like I was in a tournament. It’s almost like I knew I had 100 seconds of luck, and that was it. When I went a few minutes with no more 4 OAK’s, I paused, breathed again, and called R and G to see where they were.



They hadn’t even gotten the food yet. I ask R what would it take to stay out a little later He just left me on a 10 cent machine, with only a $20, so knew it wouldn’t be much. Before he can answer, I tell him, how about $600? He’s laughing, telling G, she squeals, and everyone is now awake again. They decide to bring the burgers back to me, and we eat near the machine, there was a lounge table right next to it. I don't have individual pics, as they only lasted a moment in time, before the I hit deal, here is a total I got when I came up for air:






By the way, remember the days of $3.50 Nugget burgers? Well, now they cost us $17 for two. Yup, that’s $17 for two. How? $6.50 burgers, with a charge for ranch dressing, a charge for the to-go box, and charge for cutting it in half. The place was still busy, so it’s working for them. We’ll pay it, too. Good hamburgers. We continued playing and I wish I could say the luck continued, but it did not. Rather than play back the wins, we chose to return to the room to watch the Olympics for the rest of the evening.



The next morning we arranged to meet downstairs at Keno again. We had just settled in on a machine, when a change/key fellow stops by to introduce himself and wish us luck, do we need anything. Huh? Okay, now this is unusual. R thought the attention was because I was Diamond. I don’t think so. I’ve been Diamond for ½ a year (though not in Reno) and no one has EVER cared on any level. When the cocktail waitress came by, she introduced herself and began her suck-up. She dropped our order, and then, “can I get you anything else? Want some water? Two waters maybe? Can I simonize your car?” Okay, I made that up. But it was approaching that level of discomfort. The HET staff had either been abducted by aliens and replaced with these scary, smiling clones, or they’ve been brainwashed with pep talks by inspirational speakers. HET human resources probably figured it would be cheaper to place the onus on staff to increase business, rather than bring back real food in the Diamond rooms, or playable games.



Breakfast once again at Cal-Neva, where we were enlightened on road conditions by family. Yes, we could now leave. But we were “making the loop” and going home through Tahoe. Yes it was cold, yes, there was 15 inches of snow out there, but the sun was out, and the sun out in Tahoe, under these conditions, is worth the extra drive. They were done gambling, I was okay with that (not really), and just wanted to find a place to have lunch and stare at the lake. Off we went, on the way over, we snapped these pics of Reno under snow. In the background, you can see Atlantis casino. Keep in mind that the snow had already melted, quite a bit, and STILL there was this much snow.







Surprisingly, we could not find a lakeview place to eat in Tahoe. It was lunch time, all the usual places were not open (Harrah’s Forest room buffet-dinner only; Harvey’s DL-not open), and a new place, Edgewood Country Club, right on the lake, was not open. We settled for Harrah’s food court, ew-w-w-w…and hit the road. It was really pretty, and you’ll have to believe me, as I didn’t take any pics, not sure why.



This was a good trip. No one spent much money (more than $200 each), on everything, since I got the rooms/shows comped, and we had a pretty good time. I will not be doing the double bed thing again, or forgetting my pillow. I like playing at non-HET places, and will continue in that vein the rest of the year. We still got 2000 points between our cards, and that was without chasing. So Platinum for each of us will probably be the result this year. Good enough. Sierra.
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PostPosted: Feb Fri 26, 2010 7:22 pm    Post subject: Great Report! Reply with quote

Great trip report Reno Lady! Sounds like you had fun (mostly) and some really good luck. Congrats! (and don't forget that pillow!)
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PostPosted: Feb Fri 26, 2010 7:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I love to read your trip reports, but it took me three readings to get through the entire report. Question: The picture where you hit the 4 dueces shows the bet as 15+5, what game were you playing?

Too bad you had to stay an extra daydue to the snow. Very Happy Double Beds? Shocked Next time ditch the relatives. Razz
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PostPosted: Feb Sat 27, 2010 9:04 am    Post subject: A "Novel" report Reply with quote

Thanks for the report, RL. When I first saw the size, I thought, "No way will all of this be read". About 3 paragraphs in, you had me totally engrossed. It was like reading a book that you can't put down. And since I like pictures in my books (childhood carryover) it was perfect.

Thanks again for the information and entertainment!
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PostPosted: Feb Sat 27, 2010 10:25 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

GREAT trip report, very entertaining and informative. Thanks for taking the substantial time and effort to put it together.

In the FYI category since you mentioned the Nugget's famous "Awful-Awful" burger, people should know that the folks who own the Nugget are opening a new restaurant featuring the same burger on North Virginia Street across from the UNR campus. Right now it looks to be about a month or so from opening. It's not worth a special trip if you're already downtown and can just go to the original Nugget, but it might be worth stopping in if you're on your way to the Bonanza, or heading out of town to North 395 or, for some of us on this board, going up to visit a close somebody at the Washoe County Jail on Parr Blvd.

And in the "It's all about me" category, I recently posted about a new restaurant downtown called Pho Country 2. Now, from Reno News & Review comes a mixed review that mostly agrees with me:

http://www.newsreview.com/reno/content?oid=1376798

Glad you had a good time and thanks again for keeping us up to date.
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PostPosted: Feb Sat 27, 2010 7:08 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thanks guys, for the nice comments.

BCDave: After my whining about forgetting my pillow, I think R we'll be right there packing it with me...

CaSwede: The 15 + 5 are our new favorites. They're "wheel" poker. Basically the same triple/five play games, but you ante-up an extra 5 for the bonus wheel. With every 4OAK, the wheel spins for amounts up to 2000 units. The average is 400, the lowest is 100. We play the lower risk games for more exposure to the 4OAK's. We play the 5 cent level, which is harder to find.

A double bed will really test the true committment of marriage....

John: You know, I like writing these things. It makes me really think about the trip we just had, and then later, something to read to remind us of what we liked and didn't like...

Remano: Good news on the new Nugget on North Virginia. MANY times we are making a return from Bonanza, and an easy in/out would be perfect.
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PostPosted: Mar Mon 01, 2010 8:20 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

What a great trip report Reno Lady. Thank you so much for taking the time to do it. I really got a kick out of it.
Was the Cal Neva very busy? Is the Siena still open? Sure looking forward to getting back there soon. Thanks again,
Dave Smile
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PostPosted: Mar Mon 01, 2010 1:59 pm    Post subject: gamblympics? Gamble-lympics? Gampics? Oh, that might be cool Reply with quote

Great Stuff, RL! Keep 'em coming.
You've certainly shown us all what to watch out for when bringing others to Reno - they'd better be in the same headspace!

Thanks again; I award you the gold medal for this trip report.

(When are we going to get the gamble-lympics, or such??)
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PostPosted: Mar Mon 01, 2010 4:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dave: You know, Cal-Neva ALWAYS seemed to be busy, with same service from them, (i.e. spotty service until the CW gets her first good tip from you, then watch out!) don't know about Siena, I honestly don't even crane my neck their direction, the building could have been gone, and I wouldn't have noticed ; )

Stan: I humbly accept the Gold Medal, and will try to exchange it for a beer at Shooters on the next trip....

gamble-lympics....what would that look like?...Would it be about the longevity at the game? the amount of alcohol consumed and still conscious? How many awful-awful burgers consumed in a trip? or mebbe the inverse ratio of money spent to good times!
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