Due to my own absentminded news, Inlost my cell phone somewhere between Scylla and Charabdes. Therefore, these blog posts are delayed but I will play catchup.
Now, without further ado, Day 2.
As usual, jet lag hit me hard. I tried going to sleep about midnight but did not actually fall asleep until 3:30am…then waking up intermittently until I couldn’t deal with it anymore, around 8am.
Rather than just lay in bed annoyed at the jet lag, I got up and dressed, picked my belongings, and summoned a LYFT to take me downtown as I had some promo chips to collect before the offer expired.
While there, I had a breakfast The Trooper would have been proud of:
I ate my breakfast and did some downtown people watching before I made my way outside and grabbed a LYFT to the Paris Hotel Casino, which would serve as my new home for the next few days while playing in a blackjack tournament there.
Clean and nice room:
After relaxing a bit, my friend from out of town arrived and we headed out to dinner and then onward to the High Roller:
I decided to wear the new shoes I bought this evening OUCH – what a mistake that was. To describe how the shoes felt I will do so I n the immortal words of Clubber Lang: “PAIN!”
Upon getting back to Paris, I played some blackjack, nothing much to write home about and, after about an hour or so, I was +600.
At this point, between the heat of the day and pain in my feet, it was time for bed, the trip at this point being +550.