Las Vegas and the underage player

Going back to when I was a hot little girl of 19 … and I don't say how far it is!

I went to Vegas for the first time with a "friend" guy. I took care to make our reservations at the Hard Rock Hotel which had just had their grand opening! And "he" made our reservations on Greyhound.

It was obvious that this guy was the hottest for me … and yet, that's how he was trying to impress ?! Eeeek.

Anyway, I had my suitcases, I was all packed, I was dressed new (always very excited) and ready to hit the road.

The bus journey seemed to have taken forever and a year (which only takes 3.5 hours by car). We made a stop at the bon & # 39; ol Barstow – you know … where you're going to get your "Route 66 kicks" … well I don't know who wrote this song or what "they" are doing to get their "kicks" ", but I will tell you where it does not happen for me … at BARSTOW! Sorry Barstownions – no offense.

Then the charming bus ride (full of weirdos) continued; Finally, we enter downtown Las Vegas – which is really the hell of the Strip and Mister Cheapie Pants here don't want to split a cab. If he could share a penny – he would – I am so SERIOUS! So on foot we go. I'm a big fan of walking, so it's really not a problem – aside from lugging all my bags and I'm in high heels (I'm not that tall), and as I am have already mentioned "dressed like new!" So we walked and we walked, and you would never think that these hotels are so weird away from each other until you walk the Strip and realize how long it took you!

Finally, we arrived at our hotel. It's time to register. As usual with any registration process, they ask to see my identification and my credit card. However, unlike any other registration process, once I returned everything, there was a problem. I was told that they could not register because I am under 21!

Fine … because they didn't seem to think it was a problem when I paid in advance for the room.

Fortunately, my boyfriend here was over 21, so we used his ID card. But let's talk about the nerve – they had absolutely no problem taking money from someone under the age of 21, but now I was a second class citizen or something like it!

When we arrive, we take our bags and rush to check our room, then we prepare to paint the city and, of course, play a bit.

Our program for the rest of our time was shows, food, games of chance, shows, food, games of chance, etc., etc., etc.

I was a bundle of nerves, every time I went to a table to play cards, all I could think of was to be carded – ask to have my identity verified. I was so focused on that, I didn't care at all about losing my gambling money – and I hate losing money!

I did more than what I started and more than enough to pay for my portion of the whole trip! I'm not treating this Dud!


Things haven't gone so well in some of the many trips to come –

I was thrown out of the casinos, stranded in the middle of the desert, left sitting on the edges, I participated in my fights, hung out with the whales, obtained comps in each round, had my “ proposal indecent & # 39; & # 39; experience …

BUT – I just never lost, I always won $$$ – bring me the money !!!

So of course, I came back to find out more!

And then it happened – I turned 21 and now I'm totally relaxed and comfortable having my ID card checked (I almost wanted to flash it just for the hell of it ) the only concern I had was losing my money and guessing what happened next …

YUP, I lost every last penny I came with … I left the city in shock!

What just happened there ?! It doesn't happen to me – I don't lose !!!!!!

To this day, I still can't get enough of this place.

I just don't play these days … unless we're talking about slot machines!

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