Laughlin, Nevada
What happens in Laughlin...
Tuesday 15 April 2008 at 8:49 pm.One of my first memories of moving into my new house was my roommate Mike talking about Laughlin. Things like how awesome it was and how we totally had to go. I didn't really believe that it would happen, but I told him that I was in.
About a month ago he got a flyer in mail, since he's a players club member, for 3 nights at the Harrahs, and it was game time. Without hesistation I told him that I was in. And of course I invited my beautiful girlfriend to come along and we made it a couples getaway.
We flew out of Santa Barbara Airport Thursday night and arrived at Bullhead City, Az airport less than an hour later. Because the buses were waiting for us at the airport we were in the Harrah's Casino within 10 minutes. We grabbed a tall Coors and headed off to cheaper casinos, because, let's face it, the Harrah's is classy. Also, walking around outside with a beer in hand is a pretty sweet feeling.
The first night we spend the entire time gambling at the Colorado Belle. Playing $3 hands of black jack, and $3 minimum craps. Lindsay had such a hot hand on craps. She won me back all the money lost at black jack. We get all the coronas we can drink, maybe a few jack and cokes to mix it up. At one point Mike and I order two drinks from our waitress at once, a shot and a beer. At about 5am we call it a night and cab it back to the Harrah's.
The next morning we wake up at the crack of noon and head down to the lovely (and only) beach at the Harrah's. It's a little windy so it's like we're getting sandblasted. The weather is pretty nice, mid 80's, and the beach is really quiet, since we are the only people at the Harrah's under 60 years old. Here's a free piece of Laughlin advice, it's full of Oldie McOldington's.
The night before at the Belle, everytime one of us got a blackjack, we got a free entry into a raffle for $32,000 the next day. We got a whole bunch of these raffle tickets, so many that Lindsay was convinced that we were going to win. We go to the Belle, and play some blackjack. The girls go off and do their thing, and Mike and I hit up the sports bookie to bet on and watch the Lakers game. The Lakers by 5 is the spread and we both take it. We watch the first half with a cocktail waitress bringing us a variety of free drinks. How awesome it that? We totally wish we hand this option in Santa Barbara. We hit up the restaurant at the Belle, but request to be by a TV so we can keep tabs on the game. Oh, and at halftime, the Lake show was up about 30 points. On a five point spread we're looking pretty good. We order some burgers, at this point the Hornets have make it a game. Kobe is on the line with seconds left, he hits the first and we're up 7 points. He missed the second one and then some guy runs the length of the court and hits 3 pointer as time expires, FOR NO REASON! Mike and I go crazy, we just lost because some guy wanted to pad his stats. What jerk. Oh, well. It didn't ruin our night. We are really full, head back to Harrah's kinda early, there aren't really any cheap tables to gamble so call it an early night.
The next morning I'm feeling like a million dollars. We hit up the pool and lay out. Drinking coronas poolside that we snuck in a cooler bag. Which is nice because coolers aren't technically allowed, but cooler bags, yep. At one point I'm not paying too much attention and Mike says he has to go to the bathroom and pushes me in the pool. I should've seen it coming, my only saving grace was not spilling a drop of beer. After the pool we go to the beach-style restaurant in the Harrah's and I order a club sandwich (for the second day in a row), they were so delicious! No Togo's, but I'm sure that will be another blog.
That night we start off by having a few cocktails in Mike and Lindsay's room. We don't have much for mixers so the drinks aren't all that great, but they're pretty strong. At one point Mike is break dancing, Robbie Abilez style, which was awesome. And later, arguably the highlight of the trip, Mike spills tonic water all over Linday's head. It was petty funny at first, but then it starting burning or something and the good times were put on hold. We difuse that situation and catch the water taxi to our steak dinner at Joes Crab Shack, right on the river. Our meals were great and we were ready to gamble. We pass on the Colorado Belle and go to the Edgewater. The don't have $3 dollar black jack, but it doesn't matter if you plan on winning, right? At $5 dollars a hand I begin by doing fine. At one point some guy at our table is going to double down, but doesnt have the necessary chips, so Mike tosses him a $5 chip. The guys loses and then leaves, and Mike and I are pretty suprised he doesnt get him back. We figure we just learned a lesson. Well, one this guys friend comes over and begins playing next to us. Mike lets him know that his friend is a man suspect character for bouncing and not repaying him. His friend is pretty annoyed with him, and the dealer isnt much help. After a few minutes of Mike berating his friend, the guy returns. He's a pretty solid dude, with tats all over. His friend makes sure he knows that Mike was talking major shit and it's not looking good for us. They have three dudes, all short and stocky, but covered with tats. This guys is really trying to instigate something, but the dude pays Mike back his $5 and begins winning. This guy turns $5 into $300 and all is forgiven, he leaves on good terms and Mike and I dont get into a fight. Win-win. Well, maybe win-win-lose, because after being up $60, I lose it all. We played for hours and got a bunch of drinks, and about 5am we call it a night. Mallory and I cab it back to our room, but Mike and Linds stay out all night. Apparently they leave another casino when the sun is up and they dont know whats going on.
The next morning we check out of room and go pick up Mike and Linds and they aren't looking so well. We barely make it to the all you can eat buffet at the Edgewater which we got comp'd the previous night for gambling all night long. Saved ourselves 10.99 each. Ballers. We stuff ourselves silly and call it a trip.
Tired, beat, and sick of Laughlin we head back to Bullhead Airport and return to Santa Barbara. We made it, but I am pretty sure we almost died on the flight home, the pilot was shitty and we were flying on a MD-80, which American Airlines cancelled over a 1,000 flights the couple days before. That was the trip, it was a lot of fun. It was great having Mike and Lindsay to show us a good time, and I got to know Mallory a little better because we were around each other for three days straight.
Laughlin was great, but I think I'm ready for Vegas...
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