While browsing the aisles of CVS I thought about how triumphant it would be to buy a 6 pack of beer and hand it out to the many "Not Gonna Lie I Need A Beer" guys on the bridge walkways, I even went to look at prices. I then realised that it was like, 9 dollars to purchase any 6 pack of any kind of beer, and I quickly gave up on that idea. Besides, I don't even drink, I should like...throw a Bible at them, or...Whatever.
After purchasing my corn nuts I decided that today would be the day I would win big money on the slot machines so I got cash back in the grand total of 3 dollars. I walked to NY,NY...
Played "Theme From New York, New York" on my ipod and searched for the best looking slot I could find. I found my first slot, Buffalo Spirit. Now I KNEW my ancestors would help me out on this one.. I put in my dollar, played 20 lines, 1 credit per line, and *ding ding ding ding ding* I lost. Damn you ancient ones! I thought you had my back!!
Since my people don't seem to care if I end up penniless, I decided to put my next dollar into China Moon. There was a very handsome Chinese computer graphic man I was SURE was flirting with me, so I gave him my dollar and away we went! He ended up forking over $1.57 knowing this was as far as he wanted to go, I cashed out. WOO HOO! I'm in the money!!!
I was going to walk away happy when I spotted it.... Sitting all alone, amongst Old Money and Wolf Moon. The Monkees. They have their very own slot. Now I knew about this already, as my best friend had previously won on said slot. I knew, I just KNEW The Monkees wouldn't let me down. I put in my dollar and let fate grab the reigns. What's this? Daydream Believer plays every time the slot spins? This is too good to be true! What's that? Nothing won? Nothing at all?! I went through an entire dollar and NOTHING happened?! Don't they know the countless number of hours I have spent singing their songs, watching their television programming, and dressing like a 1960s boy?!??! Alright guys, this was just a fluke.. 2 more dollars would do the trick! *cheer up sleepy jeeeeeeeeeeean* CRAP!!!! I HATE YOU MONKEES!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU AND YOUR SHINEY HAIR AND YOUR BOYISH GOOD LOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, in the end New York, New York took me for a ride, I walked away $3 poorer, but with the knowledge that just because you love a band and you happen to stumble upon ONE slot in an entire casino with them as the main theme, doesn't mean magic music fairy gods will come down and grant you winnings on it. Or... maybe it's just Peter Tork's fault? YEAH! That's it!!
(don't look at me like that...)
On another note... I decided I want THIS to be my new job:
Despite my Veganism, if I had the chance to feed these cats ponies, I would. So, that's it for now.. Another day in lovely Las Vegas has been spent. And another Elvis has been encountered.
Ahh, the good life.