Last Tuesday, after a crazy day of serving sushi in a flooding restaurant I headed home in hopes of some relaxation. I lounged around, watched some tv, and then Sam convinced me to attend his institute class with him (I agreed only because I knew Bianca would be there). After class the three of us headed over to California Pizza Kitchen for some dinner, where we met up with Greg, Kent and Liz.
While we were eating our delicious pizzas and salads the subject of gambling and Wendover kept coming up (I have no idea who started it). The crazy idea of driving out there that evening continued to get thrown on the table and before you know it we all turned young and crazy and decided to go for it (I blame Sam. Why? because I always blame Sam for everything). We paid our bills, piled out of the restaurant, and returned to our homes to change our clothes while Greg headed up to Alpine to borrow his Mom's car so we could all ride together and in style.
An hour or so later we all met up at the Thanksgiving Point (at this point it was around 11:30 pm and I may or may not have been regretting the decision), and then headed Northwest towards that Nevada border. We tried to collect more people along the way and were turned down, so the six of us headed off on our gambling adventure.
I will admit that I fell asleep for two seconds on the way there (us grandmas can not handle pulling all nighters anymore). We pulled into Wendover, stopped at a few casinos, left the super broken down ghetto ones, and finally ended up at not the rainbow or red garter but the other one I can not remember (the memory is still a little fuzzy).
The first stop was to the bathroom of course...
too bad as soon as you finished washing your hands a milion more germs took the place of all the bacteria you just washed off.
Our second stop was to the roulette table. Too bad the scary lady with a frog in her throat was in charge and took an hour to open the table up for us, so while we waited a few of us (not me but everyone else) tried their hand at blackjack. There were a few winners and a few losers, but the worst part of blackjack was that drunk crazy guy at the end of the table that needed to be slapped, hard. We had some fun cracking a few jokes at his expense, and then headed back over to roulette.
Roulette was fun. I won $10.00, Sam lost $10.00 so we broke even. Then Sam ventured back to blackjack (apparently his life calling and he has now downloaded the app on his itouch so he can get really good for next time) and won us $45.00. We then decided to cash out and go home before anything bad could happen.
The girls...
they look great, but can you tell I was tired? It was way past my bedtime.
The boys...
Money bags Kent and doesn't my Sam look so hard core in his bad to the bones Harley Davidson shirt? He picked it out on purpose.
And the group minus B, who was our lovely photographer.
It was a fun trip that may or may not have gotten me addicted to gambling. Thanks for the adventure, and for leaving the decision up to me :)
What do you guys think about a Vegas reunion?
While we were eating our delicious pizzas and salads the subject of gambling and Wendover kept coming up (I have no idea who started it). The crazy idea of driving out there that evening continued to get thrown on the table and before you know it we all turned young and crazy and decided to go for it (I blame Sam. Why? because I always blame Sam for everything). We paid our bills, piled out of the restaurant, and returned to our homes to change our clothes while Greg headed up to Alpine to borrow his Mom's car so we could all ride together and in style.
An hour or so later we all met up at the Thanksgiving Point (at this point it was around 11:30 pm and I may or may not have been regretting the decision), and then headed Northwest towards that Nevada border. We tried to collect more people along the way and were turned down, so the six of us headed off on our gambling adventure.
I will admit that I fell asleep for two seconds on the way there (us grandmas can not handle pulling all nighters anymore). We pulled into Wendover, stopped at a few casinos, left the super broken down ghetto ones, and finally ended up at not the rainbow or red garter but the other one I can not remember (the memory is still a little fuzzy).
The first stop was to the bathroom of course...
too bad as soon as you finished washing your hands a milion more germs took the place of all the bacteria you just washed off.
Our second stop was to the roulette table. Too bad the scary lady with a frog in her throat was in charge and took an hour to open the table up for us, so while we waited a few of us (not me but everyone else) tried their hand at blackjack. There were a few winners and a few losers, but the worst part of blackjack was that drunk crazy guy at the end of the table that needed to be slapped, hard. We had some fun cracking a few jokes at his expense, and then headed back over to roulette.
Roulette was fun. I won $10.00, Sam lost $10.00 so we broke even. Then Sam ventured back to blackjack (apparently his life calling and he has now downloaded the app on his itouch so he can get really good for next time) and won us $45.00. We then decided to cash out and go home before anything bad could happen.
The girls...
they look great, but can you tell I was tired? It was way past my bedtime.
The boys...
Money bags Kent and doesn't my Sam look so hard core in his bad to the bones Harley Davidson shirt? He picked it out on purpose.
And the group minus B, who was our lovely photographer.
It was a fun trip that may or may not have gotten me addicted to gambling. Thanks for the adventure, and for leaving the decision up to me :)
What do you guys think about a Vegas reunion?
5 comments:
That looks like FUN!! You guys are too cute :)
I love that Sam wore that shirt on purpose, what a nerd. (And I say that very lovingly, of course!)
good thing you wrote everything that happened, I just posted our pics:) well i'd say you two were world-class gamblers and should return to the tables ASAP. I'm sure you won't have any trouble convincing Greg to go again.
ok see you tomorrow at Bangkok. not institute, bangkok.
Crazy kids! Sounds like fun!
$45?? man Sam, you have found your calling if the whole doctor thing doesn't work out...!
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