Somehow
I managed not to get any pictures of lunch at New York, New York.
There was no place we could all sit together and Jennifer
and I were feeling funky,
so we didn't ride the roller coaster or stick around to play video
games. The best plan, it seemed, was to take a nap and gamble
a bit, before meeting the rest of the Squishites for dinner.
Jennifer
and I arrived early and I played a couple of slots. I stupidly
didn't cash in my "credits" and promptly lost them.
Still, I only really gambled $2.50 of my own money and won
about $25. The rules seemed to be that a) I could only play
one coin at a time, b) I could not sit down at the machine, but
just sort of cruise by, c) I had to find a slot with a handle,
push button only machines were no use to me. Except for
the one mistake (not understanding the "credits" I'd
won on the first spin could be cashed in, rather than just gambled),
I was pretty good about walking away before I lost anything. Tricky
Vegas mind controlling bastards!
Someone
decided we'd meet at the seafood buffet at the Rio. I thought
that
sounded good, as the restaurants previously suggested were in
the $15-20 range, a little rich for my blood and the buffets seemed
inexpensive. The Rio buffet was almost twice that. It
was good, but you know, I'm not independently wealthy. Poor
Jennifer doesn't even like most seafood, though fortunately for
her there were other things to eat.
By
the time they were able to seat all 18 or 19 of us, which looked
hopeless at one point, we were about to go all Donner Party up
in there. Once everyone got their plate filled, there was
no talking whatsoever for a good 10 minutes until we were satiated.
I
have to mention here that my digital camera picked this of all
weekends to have a fit of some sort. It takes gorgeous pictures
of the cat, but pooped out on the SquishyCon. On Friday
night I tried to take a picture of Pamie three times and,
though the flash nearly blinded her by the third try, no picture
ever registered.
If some of these are a little dark, it's nothing compared
to how many I didn't get at all. Damn technology!
I
had no idea the buffet included dessert, so boy did I feel stupid
bringing 4 dozen cookies. Of course, I can't think of the
last time they weren't scarfed down, either. I guess it's
just a habit for me to bring dessert, as usually people ask why
I haven't if I ever don't do so. Usually my cookies' reputation
proceeds them.
Later,
as we we left Tong's, Pamie told me her housemate Ray referred
to
the cookies I'd sent her for Christmas as "The Poison Cookies."
Jennifer and I joked that it was all part of my dastardly
plan to eliminate the popular journallers. Watch out Dora,
Jade
& Jen!
I'll work on Kymm, Xeney and more next year, mwahahahahahaha...
Pamie
wagged her finger at me when I took this picture, since I didn't
prepare them first. I really like candid shots better than
posed ones, so sometimes I'm sneaky like that. She needn't
worry, she looks fabulous, as always.
I
also could barely give away the Polaroids. I thought it
would be nice for people who didn't bring cameras to have a couple
of Polaroids to commemorate the occasion. Some people just
wanted digital pics. Call me old-fashioned, but I like something
I can put on my desk, in a frame or into an album. Oh well,
the best laid plans...
Anna
Beth, Mike and Hannah after dinner
Anna
Beth, Allison, Mike and Hannah
After
dinner, the brave people went to the Stratosphere to go on the
roller coaster and the bouncy thing up top. What's up with
the roller coasters after meals, anyway? As Jennifer said,
they must have tummies of steel.
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