It's 8 a.m. at Treasure Island, and we did not get up early.Maybe it was just me and the booze, or maybe fat people just can't fit on planes anymore, or maybe America's actually wising up a bit about its disgusting obesity. Regardless, it was a pretty good-looking crowd in Vegas this year. (VERY good looking, in a few notable circumstances.) Setting aside the degenerate gamblers and assorted desert trash chain-smoking at the slot machines, of course.
Also, it turns out there is an upside to the rotten economy: cheap(er) blackjack tables. All kinds of $10 blackjack tables around, especially at Planet Hollywood (my favorite gambling joint, for the time being).
I was dismayed to see that auto-shufflers have launched a new offensive on the city, however. Please, if you see anything like one of these horrid things crouching on your blackjack table:
Just turn and walk away. Or if you MUST play (confession: I challenged the damn things a few times), be sure to complain loudly to the dealer about how your shitty luck is all due to the auto-shuffler. And for God's sake, don't tip.
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