A Tenderfoot

And speaking of Gamblers Anonymous...I'm busy packing for Vegas. Going out there with Priscilla for a few days. We'll be staying at Harrah's for the first two nights, because that's where she has a comped room. Then we're moving to Imperial Palace for the next three nights, because that's where she has another comped room. So, in other words, we don't have to pay to stay (as if we won't be giving them money).

Why is it that "comp a room" reminds me so much of "cop a feel"? I think it's because in both cases, it's just a means to an end. When a casino comps a room, they're expecting more from you. When a guy cops a feel, he's expecting more from you.

Anyway.

Things I like about Harrah's:
1. The location. It's right in the middle of a bunch of casinos that I like to go to.
2. The piano bar
3. The poker room
4. McDonald's is right next door, and I like to go there for my morning coffee.

Things I like about Imperial Palace:
1. The location. It's right next door to Harrah's, so it's also centrally located.
2. The dealertainers.
3. The poker room.
4. I can still get to McDonald's for my morning coffee fairly easily from there.

Priscilla likes poker as much as I do, so our plans include playing in one or two tournaments every day. Both of us are early risers, so that always works out well. She won't think I'm nuts if I'm up and ready to roll at 6 a.m. Our experience has been that the slots are the loosest early in the morning. We wouldn't know about late at night. We hit the hay pretty early...unless one of us is still in a tournament. That only happened once...at Caesars Indiana. We both entered a tournament that started at noon and one of us (I'm not saying who, but it wasn't the one associated with Elvis) didn't finish until 2 a.m. Like I said, we're usually sawing logs before midnight. Not that we haven't been known to go to bed early, wake up in the middle of the night, throw on some clothes and head for the tables, play a while, then roll back into bed for a few hours. There are no rules and no schedules...other than the poker tournament schedule, which Prissy printed off the Internet to carry in her purse and refer to no less than forty times a day. Because, hey, if we miss one, there's always another one starting up somewhere else. It's Vegas, baby.

And if I can walk when I get there, it'll all be great. I say "if" because I had a pedicure this afternoon and one of the steps of that particular twelve-step program, which I now wish had been omitted, was the "shave the dead skin off your heel" step. Literally. With a razor. And I just sat there like an idiot and let her do it! Well, the bitch took a few too many layers, because both of my heels feel like I just spent the whole day in an old concrete swimming pool with a really rough bottom. You know the kind. With my feet in this condition, it should make for a fun time in Chicago, where I may have to hike a "fur piece" to change planes, and in Vegas, where nothing is as close as it looks. Especially the jackpots.