Good morning from Las Vegas.
Stef’s birthday is Sunday. Helaine and I are here to help her celebrate.
We took the Bradley-Las Vegas non-stop and got in a little after 5:00 PDT. The temperature was 106°. It felt great.
The problem is this kind of heat creates lots of turbulence and our 737 bounced its way through the last half hour of flight.
My cousins Michael and Melissa came in from Orange County with their son Max. They, Stef and her boyfriend Sam, Helaine and I had dinner at BLT. Burgers and shakes, but very good.
After dinner I played poker. Surprise.
At one time the poker room here at Mirage was the top spot in Las Vegas. That was before the poker boom, before Bellagio, before a lot of stuff. Now it’s just another room without a great deal of traffic.
I played for a few hours and won.
Helaine asked me if they were locals or tourists? I’m not sure. I do know John, the dealer at my table when I walked in, used to deal to me twenty years ago when 7-card stud was ‘the’ game.
One more thing before I go. As I got on the plane I started sneezing and haven’t stopped yet. I’m not sure if I have a cold. It’s a pain. You shouldn’t be sick on vacation.