Armed with this new found knowledge the hands of time came to a screeching halt.  On paper everything was great.  The bookkeeper must chuckle at those who end up this way.  I heard how some were able to get to the bonus round or escape in passing.  I think you would have better luck finding the Lock Ness monster though.  These people existed only in thoughts and stories.  Everyone knew of one, but no one seemed to know even one.  I started to feel a bit paranoid, and a whole lot of skepticism crept up.  I never found the golden egg at Easter, but had enough common sense to realize it existed.

Perplexed and ninety percent numb I picked up a calculator.  Mathematics has a soothing effect when done for pleasure.  Unlike chemistry or physics the numbers don’t lie, and by now one thing was certain, it is about the numbers.  You’re township conspiracy theorist will tell you all about the household economy and the bookkeeper, there is no need to beat that dead horse.  I was positive the creators of bigger better deal game started the whole beating dead animal cliché anyway.

Blackberries.  If you’re lucky your mind thinks of fruit.  Otherwise your mind thinks of creative ways to avoid these heinous devices.  If I had to choose between a two way and a Blackberry I think I would choose chloroform.  Before Hank went to Hollywood he would scold such ideas.  Then again, when I went to Vegas I did not put any chips on that star.

The top shelf scotch was nice.  Playing the dual role of technical advisor slash escort Boss’s daughter was not.  The Lincoln dropped us off at the airport here in town.  It had been three months without a drink.  Being post September I figured the long 4 minute wait to get through airport security justified drinks pre-plane ride.  And for good reason.  Being drunk while flying in a nasty storm was the highlight of my Vegas trip.  It went downhill from there.  Our flight ended up having to stop in Dallas.

When I woke up the next morning with my clothes on I realized I did not pass the good enough for close encounter test.  Hindsight started to draw some connection between this judgment and the bigger better deal.  What I cannot figure out is Vegas was five years ago.  I got back and quit that job.  Saving face seemed more important than admitting the only thing that stayed in Vegas was about 52 empty shots of Scotch.