Mrs. P., Dick Tracy, Mrs. Tracy, and myself were the culprits of this trip. We showed up, checked in, and found that our rooms were placed across the hallway from each other on the 10th floor. Mrs. P. and I had a killer view of the pool from our room, so we set up the bar quickly in our room and had a few drinks. Dick Tracy and I decided to go down to will call and pick up the tickets our casino host and friend set up for us. We had reserved seats, with the option of going to the general admission floor, AND VIP passes! We were not expecting those, but it meant that we had access to the open bar VIP room throughout the entire show. So clutch and delicious.
After having some appetizers at Biscotti's, we went into the VIP room and got a few drinks. Eventually, we made it to our seats and waited for STP to start the show. It was funny that they were running a little late and didn't get on stage until 8:30 (show was scheduled for 8pm.) There was a thought in the back of my mind that something was wrong, but all worries were unfounded when they walked out and went balls to the wall opening with "Crackerman."
Scott Weiland's voice sounded great. The band was well rehearsed which was impressive since this was their first stop on the tour. The rest of the set list went like this:
1. Crackerman
2. Wicked Garden
3. Vasoline
4. Heaven and Hotrods
5. Between The Lines
6. Hickory Dichotomy
7. Still Remains
8. Big Empty
9. Bi-Polar Bear
10. Silvergun Superman
11. Plush
12. Interstate Love Song
13. Big Bang Baby
14. Down
15. Sex Type Thing
Encore:
16. Dead And Bloated
17. Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart
The show was amazing. Scott Weiland was charismatic and the band was on top of their game. I was surprised that they didn't play "Creep" and "Sour Girl." I was disappointed that they didn't play "Army Ants" or "Meatplow." However, as a whole, the show blew me away and our group fully enjoyed it (even the girls who are not fans did agree that it was a well done concert.)
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| STP - 7/8/11 |
After the show, Dick Tracy and I headed to the Craps table (surprise, surprise) and rocked quite the fruitful session. Even the girls eventually found their way down to the table and made some money. There was an older Asian in the corner of the table that CRUSHED it on a roll. I would guess we won 80% of our money on his roll and in the end, Dick Tracy and I were up over $400 each. This was simply unbelievable based on how drunk we got.
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| "This weekend was brought to you by the letter 'M'" |
After grabbing a bite to eat, it was on to bed. We were so drunk that sleep was pretty awful and I ended up puking up Maker's and nachos in the morning. I was able to get back to sleep for a little bit before eating and then heading to the Spa.
There really is nothing quite like using the sauna, steam room, hot tub, cold tub, and all of the other amenities to sweat out all of the booze from a long night of heavy drinking and watching STP. Dick Tracy joked about what the potential alcohol content of our sweat was. I'm guessing 20 proof.
After some rejuvenation and a short and disappointing Craps session with some of the biggest assholes I've ever played the game with, it was off to Bimini Steakhouse for the nicest meal you can get at the Peppermill.
Dick Tracy generously treated us to the meal as a birthday present to me. What a guy! Bimini is a very upscale restaurant where a two-hour leisurely meal is expected. The food was phenomenal. We had Coconut Rum Battered Shrimp to start and I had the Filet as my main course. Mrs. P. had a massive plate of crab legs and joked about this huge looking claw being from "Father Time Crab." He apparently tasted delicious.
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| "Damn you Peppermill for catching me!" |
Afterward, we made it back down to the Craps table for another disappointing session. However, we were not losing all that much money, we just didn't like the people at the table so it wasn't worth sticking around. Depressed, Dick Tracy and I headed back to the Terrace Lounge to play Video Poker. This is where I won a $1000 progressive jackpot two weeks ago...
We sit down and within five hands, I get dealt a pair of Aces, hold them, hit the button and the next three cards come Ace, Ace, King. BOOM. $430 just like that. Apparently the Terrace Lounge and I will continue to be friendly on future trips! So ended night two.
In the morning, Dick Tracy and I got breakfast without the girls because they wanted to sleep in a bit longer. Eventually, we made our way back to the rooms and checked out. Our new tradition is for some afternoon Sunday gambling before leaving. With our luggage stored in the car, we went to the Craps table.
The table was pretty full, so we walked around to the new Poker room and played some Video Poker at the bar. No luck. Upon heading back to the Craps table 20 minutes later, Dick Tracy stopped at some slots to play $20. He hit a jackpot of $240. BOOM. Re-energized, we had to hit Craps immediately.
And this is the point where I had one of the best rolls of my life. I hit a number of points (probably 4 passes) but with come bets I had an extra 5 or 6 of those (I think... I don't think I'm exaggerating, but hey- I wasn't keep exact track!) In the end, Dick Tracy and I were again, up another $400+ each.
We found the girls at Roulette and played with them for a bit. It was pretty casual, but we ended up doing alright. On the way out, Mrs. Tracy had two $25 match play coupons. Dick Tracy posted the $50 necessary to play two hands of blackjack (dealt at the same time.) The first hand was a 19 and the second was a 12. The 19 stayed, obviously, and the 12 hit to an 18. The dealer showed a 7, and ended up busting. Solid gambling this weekend!!!
In the end, it was a great trip- in fact, one of the best trips to the Peppermill ever. The place really gets better and better every single time.
7 comments:
Nice! The Peppermill comes through again. Always bet on old Asian dudes at the craps table; you never know if they'll be like a gambling Pai Mei. Their fingers have undergone a lifetime of monastic training and can hit points like the Kung Fu masters can hit nerve clusters. If Mrs. Prime was still blond he might have taken her to his temple training grounds and taught her his ancient secrets.
I had a few beers at the Giants' game, and really wanted a sauna and a cold tub the next day. Such a good hangover cure. And I guess if it can make you feel better after vomiting nachos and Maker's, its powers must be virtually unlimited.
That picture of a crab is ridiculous. That's not even where beards go.
I must say, the wonders of the Spa know no bounds. However, there was much more old man penis lurking in the locker-room than last time.
Mrs. Prime killing Bill? I bet she could.
RIP Father Time Crab.
I re-corrected the setlist. The website was very off, but they played a similar set the next night in Wendover which I referenced.
There can never be enough old man penis.
I think you have a gambling problem.
So what you're saying is:
Scott Weiland is to heroin as
Prime 99 is to gambling
Now, I'd agree with you if I was losing. In this case, I'd call it a "gambling solution."
It was more like "old man nubs" or like Prime stated at the P-Mill: "Hey old man, your clit is showing!" I laughed and laughed. I just don't understand the necessity of the old man dick hanging out. One guy had his robe opened in the middle to show off his rotund belly and miniature member as he sat reading the paper in the cold tub/hot tub room. It's as if he wanted everyone to see it. Again, I just don't understand. No need whatsoever. Still, it's worth it for the extreme hangover cure.
What a trip up a total of nine hondo!
Great call, Dick! I can't believe I left my own joke out! Old man nub is just awful.
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