Friday, June 18, 2004

I left my heart in Las Vegas... er, wait...

I left my money in Las Vegas.

Yeah, that's it.

I suppose the law of diminishing returns had to kick in at some point.

The law of diminishing returns, simply put, states a decreasing amount of extra output is gained when extra units of a varying input are added to a fixed input.

My input definitely exceeded the output these last couple days.

Well, I suppose every winning-streak must eventually come to an end. Even nine year long ones.

*&%#^$%#^&

Ahem.

My lifetime winnings (stretching back to my first street-craps game at age 15) stand somewhere upwards of $2000.00 That's definitely not bad.

My lifetime losses (stretching back all of four months) come to a total of $200.00

I've decided I'm cutting those losses and never looking back.

That's right ladies and germs; Joey has given up the dice.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking this is just like every hangover sufferer swearing he'll never drink again, and then hitting the sauce the following weekend.

Perhaps. Perhaps not. Time will tell.

Anyway, here are some pics from the trip.



I don't think Aku needs any introduction. This kids' meal toy somehow became the mascot for the Vegas trip Ryan and I took last summer, so we thought we'd keep up the new tradition.


This stunning, picturesque view was all we could see from our fabulous suite at Circus Circus.


On the way home this old fart in the red Toyota in front of us happened to be complaining to the cop at the security checkpoint on Hoover Dam. You can see the cop looking our way just as I was taking the picture.

The red Toyota pulls away, so we pull up next. The cop leans in to Ryan and he says "Try to stay off that guy's bumper. The speed limit is 25 here."

Ryan: What?

The cop impatiently repeated himself, and I'm guessing by his disinterested tone he was only telling us this because the old guy tattled on us.

We were going 25. Stay off his bumper? Two car-lengths at that low speed is most certainly a safe following distance. Too close for freeway speed, but we weren't going freeway speed.

Old people. Funny.

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