I blog to you from Boulder. As I type, I am not online. It would seem that the thing for hotel chains to do nowadays is pretend they have high-speed internet access, when actually such is not the case. The hotel is always about to put such access in.
No wifi signal, no evidence of ethernet ports. Nope, I checked. They’ve got complimentary bathrobes, though. I like those.
But if you see this post, it means I’ve gone and found a Starbuck’s.
However, Las Vegas was enlightening. I found out that, at the blackjack table, things don’t always go as you figure they will. You see, I had a few chips in my pocket the day before yesterday, left over from a brief foray the night before.
I thought, well, let’s get rid of the silly things. I’ll play blackjack till I lose them, and then I can have a traditional Vegas story to tell. But instead of losing them, I won. I got three pure blackjacks in a row (face card + ace), and won several other hands. When I realized this, the sensible voice in my head said, “Eek!” and the rest of me went to cash in my chips.
I was determined to show myself that you always lose at gambling, so I forced myself then to lose a $20 bill at the slots. That went fast enough, and my moral and mathematical sensibilities feel justified. And I’m up only $95 for my stay in Vegas. That didn’t last long, though, once I hit the Prada store.
At the Prada store, things went exactly as I planned, but I’ve had more practice at Prada than at gambling.
Wasn’t a Starbuck’s, was a Border’s.
white pebble 