I'm not a gambler but...
and I have a really big BUT,
(you know what I mean)
you don't have to gamble
to have a good time in Vegas, baby.
(I can't say Vegas without baby.)
And we/I proved it by playing golf,
visiting the Hoover Dam,
dining at great restaurants,
going to a show,
lounging by the pool and
enjoying the sights of Paris and fountains of the Bellagio.
Oh and PaulA worked.
Heck, you can even get married here....
and have Elvis as the officiant.
BUT
(not again. don't say it again, Kat)
because you have to walk through the casino
to get to your room or
to get anywhere…
even non-gamblers can hear the call of the casino.
And you know….when in Rome….
Interestingly...
roulette means “little wheel” in French and
coincidently...
I was speaking French when my g** d** numbers
didn’t show up on the *!* little wheel.
With every spin of the little wheel…
Vanna took away more and more of my chips...
until I was left chip-less and cheerless.
Anywhoooooo………
The next morning I decided to try my luck
with the one-armed Bandito and win back my roulette loss.
It was 10 AM and PaulA was at a meeting,
and hey...what happens in Vegas, baby…stays in….
and hey...what happens in Vegas, baby…stays in….
I found it interesting to see what other folks
had their asses planted in a casino seat at 10 AM.
I knew why I was there.
I knew why I was there.
(Mama needs her first pair of Jimmy Choo's.)
(sure would be nice to ride the choo choo train.)
I wondered if these folks were leftovers from the night before.
Leftovers can be pretty dicey …especially after a night of booze, smoke, and tears.
Let me also say…
slot machines can be as cranky as the rest of us in the morning and not very cooperative.
So as my luck would have it…
I didn't luck out. nope.
no such luck was I winning back any cash.
better luck next time.
So,
what happened in Vegas, baby…
stayed in Vegas, baby…
And that would be my dearly departed
Benjamin Franklin.
This Kat doesn't like losing …WAAAAAHHHHH…
WAAAAAHHHHH
I guess you could call me a
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