A. C. Trip: May 3rd to 5th
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Last time you were in AC and I dressed in drag to look much like Joan Rivers as my disguise, if you recall I had issues keeping my wig straightened up at the tables and then it fell off into the seafood chowder during lunch, which was embarrassing to say the least. These complications have made me rethink the disguise situation so this time look for a peg-legged pirate with a parrot on his shoulder and an eye patch. I am going to be really pissed off if the parrot falls off my shoulder into my seafood chowder, so this time I am ordering a ham sandwich for lunch!
Last time you were in AC and I dressed in drag to look much like Joan Rivers as my disguise, if you recall I had issues keeping my wig straightened up at the tables and then it fell off into the seafood chowder during lunch, which was embarrassing to say the least. These complications have made me rethink the disguise situation so this time look for a peg-legged pirate with a parrot on his shoulder and an eye patch. I am going to be really pissed off if the parrot falls off my shoulder into my seafood chowder, so this time I am ordering a ham sandwich for lunch!
The handicap that I faced was the misplacing of my traditional waterproof day-glo rainbow Afro Fright Wig, just when I needed it the most.
It was a dark and stormy night. The icy rains torrential. My finely manicured fingers feverishly sought purchase. It was, after all, the inaugural scaling of the Borgata. I rained crisp two dollar bills upon the excited hooligans and assorted drunken revelers. Hilarity rained. It was raining hilarity.
Out of the rain and back at the tables. I had successfully split 9's against a dealer Ace. As the two short stacks of purples were shipped to me the assembled multitudes cheered, joining me in a spontaneous chorus of my signature theme song: "Clowns to the Left of Me. Jokers to the Right. Here I Am. " An emaciated withered octogenarian Cambodian chiropractor had complained that the feng shui of the table dictated my doubling my hard 18. I offered to sell her my hand at the bargain price of a 10% premium. So emp;hatic was she, that she suggested an absurd consultant's fee to be paid to her in small unmarked non-sequential Indian rupee banknotes, mumbling incoherently in broken English about the grand opening of the new casino in Sikkim. I counter-offered that I would restrain myself from beating her about the arms and shoulders. She grinned toothlessly. I decided to be charitable. She thanked me for my altruistic offer of permitting her to silently audit my seminar on advanced multi-parameter card counting. She offered me her grandchild in appreciation. I told her that she could keep her brain-damaged syphillitic brats and just provide me with two grams of the best quality saffron from Kashmir. She fainted. I chuckled. The crowd went wild. All was well in the world.
It was a dark and stormy night. The icy rains torrential. My finely manicured fingers feverishly sought purchase. It was, after all, the inaugural scaling of the Borgata. I rained crisp two dollar bills upon the excited hooligans and assorted drunken revelers. Hilarity rained. It was raining hilarity.
Out of the rain and back at the tables. I had successfully split 9's against a dealer Ace. As the two short stacks of purples were shipped to me the assembled multitudes cheered, joining me in a spontaneous chorus of my signature theme song: "Clowns to the Left of Me. Jokers to the Right. Here I Am. " An emaciated withered octogenarian Cambodian chiropractor had complained that the feng shui of the table dictated my doubling my hard 18. I offered to sell her my hand at the bargain price of a 10% premium. So emp;hatic was she, that she suggested an absurd consultant's fee to be paid to her in small unmarked non-sequential Indian rupee banknotes, mumbling incoherently in broken English about the grand opening of the new casino in Sikkim. I counter-offered that I would restrain myself from beating her about the arms and shoulders. She grinned toothlessly. I decided to be charitable. She thanked me for my altruistic offer of permitting her to silently audit my seminar on advanced multi-parameter card counting. She offered me her grandchild in appreciation. I told her that she could keep her brain-damaged syphillitic brats and just provide me with two grams of the best quality saffron from Kashmir. She fainted. I chuckled. The crowd went wild. All was well in the world.
Mode of travel
Geez, Flash! You could simply take a helicopter this trip and scoop him up off the roof, since his roof would not likely fare well as a landing strip. Matter of fact, could you also pick me up and save me the 5 bucks worth of gas driving?
A standard UH-1 or smaller can fit on a patch of my roof but don't take the SkikorskyH46 since the twin props would be an issue with the trees and power lines in the space consideration.
Geez, Flash! You could simply take a helicopter this trip and scoop him up off the roof, since his roof would not likely fare well as a landing strip. Matter of fact, could you also pick me up and save me the 5 bucks worth of gas driving?
A standard UH-1 or smaller can fit on a patch of my roof but don't take the SkikorskyH46 since the twin props would be an issue with the trees and power lines in the space consideration.