So what have I been doing in Las Vegas while Leeanne is back visiting the family in Detroit – well, the title summarizes it well – poker, basketball and SPAM.
Leeanne wanted to fly back from a major airport to obtain a direct flight. I was planning to go to until she told me that I was cheaper than a kennel for Alley cat. Actually, I didn’t plan to return as we don’t like to leave the motor home unattended very often. Further, I will be making a trip back to the Midwest this Summer (more on that to follow in a future blog post). But I am bonding with Alley. So I had my choice -- spend the time in Phoenix or in Las Vegas. For me that was an easy decision.
I play small Texas Holdem tournaments of about 10 to 40 players. I have played one, two or three a day in the last two week. They cost from $12 to $33 each tournament. I have won two and cashed in another but that has not been enough to overcome my entry fees. Improbable cards keep raining down for my opponents. I am very pleased with my play as I am making hardly any mistakes but way too much bad luck has hit so far. A couple good wins would put me right back ahead.
I have watched basketball, basketball and more basketball. I don’t bet on sports but there sure are a lot of people who come to Vegas to bet on the games. I don’t even understand half the bets these people are making, but there sure is a flurry of activity at the betting counter. I didn’t win the billion dollar challenge, but I did pick two of the final four teams – Kentucky and Florida and I had Kentucky winning it all. We shall see tomorrow night. (Not that I am any fan of Kentucky basketball.)
And while Leeanne was gone, it was the perfect time to open up a can of SPAM. I actually stretched one can out over three meals. One dinner I had a large green salad with fried SPAM. The next day I had a fried SPAM sandwich. And the morning after that I had scrambled eggs with fried diced SPAM. And of course I had to break out my SPAM t-shirt.
And speaking of shirts, I also broke out the party shirt I purchase the last time we were here. The bartender at the 777 Brewpub and Main Street Station called me Lloyd Christmas. I had not made that connection before, but it is kind of funny when you see how Jim Carrey was dressed in Dumb and Dumber. Now all I need is the orange top hat. But I am not sure it is a compliment now to be know here as Lloyd Christmas