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What Happens in Vegas ....

Catchy title, right? Oh Timmy, do I have a story for you!

As I menioned before, I am using fake names to maintain the privacy of those included in this blog, and my husband refused to pick a name when I asked so I have dubbed him … Dick. Appropriate at times, especially in this story.

Earlier this month, Dick and I went to a conference in Vegas. I went to, well, work, and Dick went to play. This was only the second time in Vegas and the first got the better of him (lost $300 in 10 minutes at the craps table). He was bound and determined to come back pocketing some winnings.

We got there on a Saturday and the trip started out great. Dick went up about $500 in the first day off of video poker and black jack. He kept hitting those 4 of a kinds with the kicker. We visited with friends and had some outstanding food and drinks. After the first day, he slowing began giving it back to the casino, but at least it was slowly.

On Monday night we went to a party for a potential client which was very crowded, hot, and it was getting very late after a long day of being up on my feet at the conference. My feet were absolutely killing me. Dick didn’t know many people there, so we decided that we were going to go ahead up to the room. At least I thought! We were walking by a bar, and Dick said, “Hey lets stop so I can smoke and have a few drinks before we go to bed.”  As tired as I was, I agreed since our room was none smoking. (Dick normally dips, but dip is hard to come by in the casino and when you do, it’s about $11 a can).

Anyhow, Dick stuck a $20 into the Video Poker machine and played on it for a bit, just to lose it. The bartender gave me a water and asked if I need a pillow, so I decided, maybe I should go up to bed. Dick said he would be up as soon as he either lost his money or won a bit (our rule is when you go up a bit, cash out, stick your winnings in your opposite pocket and put the rest in the maching if you want to keep playing).

So I went up to bed about 12:30. Dick came rolling up to the room 3 HOURS LATER! So much for following me to bed. He stripped his way to the bed, and almost immediately got back up and went to the bathroom. I was dozing in out and occasionally asking if he was alright.

About 30 minutes later I hear a loud shatter! I got up and ran to the bathroom, half expecting to see Dick laying on the floor with the sick around his head, but nope … I open the bathroom door, and he’s standing there in a drunken stupor, trying to hold the toliet together.

He doesn’t remember how it happened, but somehow, some way, he SHATTERED the toilet in the bathroom. It wasn’t just a crack, it wasn’t just a simple clean break. The damn toliet was shattered into a million pieces on the floor!

I had to call the front deak at 4 in the morning to ask them to come replace (not fix) the toliet. After I made the call, I walked into the bathroom again to discover that in the whole process Dick had knocked my iPhone onto the floor and it was sitting in a good quater inch of water!!

Dick then walked over to the bed closest to the window and passed out and slept through the maintance guys coming in out with toliet pieces and new pieces. I was sooooo extremely mad, watching him sleep, while I dealt with the hotel staff fixing and laughing, thinking about how I was going to have to get up in an hour to work! …. But it made for a great story the rest of the day, and everyone who saw him the rest of the trip gave him a hard time.

Till tomorrow Timmy. Keep floating!

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