My sister's best friend got married in a small chapel with an intimate crowd of friends this past weekend. This weekend, the couple will have the traditional Chinese tea ceremony and reception.
We all went to Vegas for her small civil ceremony and I had a great time chasing my money while simultaneously paying the stupid tax. No matter how much I am up and winning, I can never walk away at a beneficial time (read with winnings in hand here). So I continue to play and pay and all of a sudden I am set back more than I make in a week. It is the Chinese blood in me that boils when I see money take its rightful place next to cards. OOOOOHHHHH YEEEEAAAAHHHHH.
All in all I played in over 5 casinos, won and lost over 3 days, and slept a total of 7 hours in 2 nights. I gambled the rest of time, minus the wedding.
And while driving home from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, I find it assinine to NOT stop at the state line to check out the casinos there and give them their rightful go at my money. Nope. leaving Nevada up one penny is just unacceptable to this little girl. So betwen gambling and window shopping I see an interesting display on Bonnie and Clyde Barrow's legendary car that drove them to their deaths. And I lose my bomb-ass phone.
I gues it is true what they say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I have learned to hate that line since. Friggin Vegas has my friggin cell phone and friggin SIM card. Frigging phone book and friggin friggin friggin.