I am just back from Las Vegas. As regular readers know, when I go to Las Vegas, what happens there doesn’t stay there. I share my experiences, some anyway. My girlfriend and I stayed at Caesars Palace in the Augustus Tower. I like that tower because we get a view of the fountain at Bellagio. The photo below is what I saw out our windows.
These sprays dance to music.
We had some amazing meals there. Below is the soft shell crab roll at Nobu, Caesars’ superb sushi restaurant.
I hope you are asking yourself how could those three seriously diverse elements possibly be related. If you are, good. That is precisely the reason I am writing this post. Maybe you can answer that question.
I have just returned from four nights at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas. I have written about going to Las Vegas and gambling there previously. Last May I wrote – Off to Las Vegas – The agony and ecstasy of video poker. In several past posts I also talked about the various wonderful meals we have had there.
This is the Nobu specialty – black cod – from our meal last week.
Over the last couple of years on at least five occasions, something weird and wonderful has happened to me that I can not explain except that it is a series of the most incredible coincidences I have ever experienced. I am writing this up in the hopes that a reader will be able to point out what I am missing in understanding it.
This was our dessert when we went on our anniversary.
I am off to Las Vegas this weekend for four nights and five days at Caesars Palace. Regular readers know that I play there regularly and have written a number of posts on my trips – primarily on the health aspects of dining out for several days and nights. This time I am writing about playing there. You won’t find much in this post about healthy eating, just what I do that passes for fun in my life.
The upper left hand in this pic qualifies as the ecstasy of VP. For anyone interested, the chances of holding an ace and drawing a Royal Flush are one in 178,365.
At 78 years old, I have been playing gambling games for most of my life. I grew up on the west side of Chicago. My father owned a pool room with a poker game in back. So my earliest recollections were playing cards. To this day the only thing I do left handed is deal cards because I was so little when I started that I couldn’t hold the cards in my left hand. I had to hold them in my right and peel them off with my left. My family always played games together, including Monopoly and all the card games. So, I grew up experiencing the vicissitudes of probabilities in cards and dice.
Growing up in the ’40’s my friends all gambled. I remember pitching pennies in grade school. We would stand behind a line on the sidewalk and try to toss our penny closest to the line two sidewalk squares (about 10 feet) away. Although we were pretty much uniformly poor we always ‘played for keeps.’ Continue reading