It sure is sweet being a high roller in the land that rewards the big tip! I couldn't have asked for more from Vegas. We swam with the sharks and played with the fishes, danced with the rich kids at Ceaser’s Pure Lounge, walked the strip with attitude and took the Venetian for 10 bills in less than an hour. By Friday night I was up a grand and a half. So, it was time to shop. Walking into Louis Vuitton and paying with hundreds is pretty common in the other LV, but it felt warm and fuzzy all the same. Even the slots were kind, spitting out several hundred dollar pay-offs. Sweetest moment though had to be shooting down some loud mouth college kids who thought they could offer some tips on black jack. Half an hour later, with purple chips in hand and a personal compliment from the pit boss, they asked if they could see my strategy card. I wished them luck. You should have seen my swagger back from Bally's to where we were staying at Paris. And, it wasn't a result of the countless free Baily's and coffee or rum and cokes I'd consumed at the table. If only every day could match a Friday in Vegas. But, who's complaining. There are sooo many stories to tell from those four days...so many moments...some will stay in Vegas....others might surprize you when we meet up for cocktails. I must thank my cousin Chris for teaching me the etiquette and training me for Vegas. our comp cards show we collectively bet almost 30,000 us this weekend. I'm sure the computer also shows what we won. In the end, if you don't throw it away, you can almost always at least break even. But, bet on the fact that on the wild ride of wins and losses you can live like a king as a high roller in the land of sand dollars that won't disappoint those who can afford to lay out the big tip. Next stop, Atlantic City baby. Spring 2008.

New Adventures!

Is it after dark, or just before the light? Without watches, we wander across the bridge together. i found something in the forgotten freedom. Fire at my back, BLUE fills my senses. My bag is almost full and yet so very light. There's still some room. I'll be sure to save a some room. Footsteps fading in the sand. Pure shores ahead. Almost there. Almost home. Unknown, yet known. And so it begins.

It is time to create again. The coma of chaos that numbed my mind's eye has lifted. On Thursday, I am flying into the desert. Vegas seems so cliche. But, it will be a journey of everything but. A saber of stimulation that will ignite the senses and shake me from the routine. I long to feel the e-rush of take-off. I want to dance in the footsteps of scorpions. The dry wind up my nose. The rapid fire of bandit boxes and shooter girls. A crash cart of purple chips and cuba libras.

Fear is for the fallen and forgotten. No room for it on the front line. Stepping up again. Sleep evicted from my eyes. Time to court the god of new adventure! Care to join?