I started school last night, this time pursuing Computer Science. My first class, Discrete Mathematics, was a bore and a half. I did Boolean Logic 3 years ago at John Abbott College, yet I am doomed to repeat it all over. Although, I did meet someone interesting in my class, so perhaps going to the course won’t be so bad after all.

Let’s see how I’ll be able to juggle full-time work with 4 courses. Most likely not well.

Saturday night at 12:30 AM, my friends and I drove to Burlington International Airport to catch a flight to JFK (New York) at 6:45 AM. The drive itself was 1 hour and 30 minutes, so we ended up getting to BTV very early. After a 4-5 hour wait along with a 45 minute delay, we boarded the aircraft and finally departed to JFK. One thing I have to say is that I hate propeller airplanes. It was pitch dark outside and we were about 14 people on board a cold aircraft. After a scary flight, the next plane was a proper jet-engine powered aircraft, heading straight to Vegas. It had comfortable vinyl seats with LCD screens for every passenger (mounted in every seat’s headrest). This flight was probably the second best one I’ve taken. The flight attendants made me switch seats because two people “had to” sit together. The flight attendant, in return, gave me a free beer and headphones to my 3 other friends for the trouble, along with a free movie (or else you had to pay for ‘em). Woot!

Getting off the plane, I entered McCarran International Airport only to be greeted by a multitude of slot machines. I thought this was pretty fucked up, having slot machines in an airport and all. This was only the beginning of my Vegas experience. Fetching our bags, my friends and I cabbed it to Harrah’s hotel on the strip. Our room was pretty standard as far as hotel rooms go. It’s not like we were going to spend our time in there anyway.

It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that the first thing we did when we dropped our bags off in the room was grab a quick bite to eat and head straight to the roulette tables. I think I made a quick 20 or 40$ before I called it quits for that session. Dave and Alex broke even I believe, while Joe made about a hundred dollars. Now, before we begin this adventure of gaming, you should know that Joe is the luckiest person I know, but he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. That said, the rest of us didn’t know what the hell he wanted. He had made over 100 dollars yet he wasn’t pleased. We told him to stop for now till we switch casinos. He disapproved that idea by nodding his head. He pretty much bet all his money and broke even. “Whatever” we thought, better to break even than to lose! The next few days, however, was quite a ride with Joe.

Stepping off the gambling topic for now (we’ll get back to that story in a few) we saw all the big hotels and casinos: The Mirage, Mandalay Bay, Bellagio, Paris, Treasure Island, Luxor and The Venetian. They’re all very nice, but they all have the same thing in common: a gaming floor that is impossible to escape or bypass. If you plan on finding washrooms in a casino, good luck. You’ll lose a few dollars along the way.

I witnessed quite a few crazy stunts in Vegas. Here’s an unordered list:

• I saw an old man with a reading novel walk up to a roulette table and deposit fifteen (15) 100$ bills on the table as if it was nothing. In return, he received fifteen 100$ casino chips. He went back to reading his novel for about 10 minutes when suddenly, he dumped all fifteen of his chips on the colour black. Faces around the table were rocked. The man went back to reading his novel, peacefully. In a matter of seconds, the man made 1500$. He collected his chips and walked off with his novel. The dealers shouted his name (since he was deaf) asking him if he would like to exchange his chips for 500$ ones. Oh yeah, the dealers knew him well too. His name was Jerry.
• Countless stories of loss were told by random people around tables. “I lost two grand last night. I have to make up for it.” was the general statement. These people ended up losing another grand while we played.

I have to say that every slot machine player out there is a zombie. Day and night, they’ll spend countless hours and money on a machine without budging. Quite a scene I must admit.

Joe made 850$ with his last 20$ bill at the roulette table. It was beautiful.
This post will be edited in the future as I add more to it.