Hi Everyone My Introduction and Harrah's New Orleans Trip Report

Hi there everyone. As you know my name is Fred. I'm here to tell you about, well, everything. So I guess we'll get started.

Ok, so this is my very first blog. I got roped into this by Kyle (the owner of VisitLasVegasHotels.com). He is always telling me how great some of my stories are and now that he started this site he wants me to blog on it. So here I am. Sharing them with the world. Inspiring huh?

Anyways, you probably want to know a little about me. I live in Florida. I'm a business owner. I own a construction company, and I'm in my 60s. Am I a grumpy old man? No way! I just know what I like, and how I like it. My favorite hobby is playing blackjack. I go all over the country playing, and I love it. The casinos always give me free rooms, free flight, free food, and about anything I could want. They take care of me. It's a lot of fun.

From what I understand from Kyle, is that he wants me to do these things roughly once a week. That's fine, because I go gambling almost every weekend. But the weekends that I don't, he wants me to to a question and answer type of thing. So we'll let you know more about that when the time comes.

So when I go to these places I always end up with these stories. I always meet really weird ummm... I mean interesting people. So that leads me into my last trip.

Harrah's New Orleans

Ok, so I get off the plane and go to baggage claim. Sometimes they send a limo for me, and other times they don't. This was a time that they didn't.

No big deal. My wife and I go catch a cab. The cab drivers in New Orleans are always from Haiti, and most have trouble understanding English. Don't ask me why, because that's just the way it is. So the cab driver asks where I'm going and I tell him "Harrah's".

Then he asks, "The casino, or the hotel?" Now, if you've ever been to Harrah's New Orleans, you'd know that you could throw a rock from one and hit the other.

So I say, "The hotel." He doesn't say much on the ride there, and honestly I thought with a comment like that he had no idea where we were going.

Surprisingly, we got to the hotel and he says, "Thad iz two hundred and seventy dollars mista." I look at the fare and it said $27.00. So I roll my eyes and gave him $30. So then he yells, "I need more money." So then I turn around and tell him that he is the biggest idiot ever, and I snatch the $30 out of his hand. I pull out my wallet and give him exactly $27.00 and told him he can keep the change!

So other than that, it was a pretty normal morning at the casino. We went in and got breakfast at the buffet. The buffet is pretty good there, especially the breakfast buffet.

Now it's time to play! I hit the tables and spend a couple of hours playing. I'm down about 8 thousand or so when I go to this one table. Sitting there was this morbidly obese woman. She had about $100 in front of her, and she pulled out 1 thousand.

I asked her how she was doing, and she said that she was down a little. She seemed like a pretty nice lady, and we played on the table for about 30 min. In 30 min. she turned $1,100 into about $3,000.

Then her cell phone rang. She said something about it being her husband and she picked up. She said, "Ok, you're here? Just drive around the block and I'll be right out." So we started playing again. About 15 min. later her phone rings again. She says, "I TOLD YOU I'D BE RIGHT OUT!" and hangs up on him. I thought this was pretty funny, but I didn't say anything.

So about another 30 min. goes by and the phone rang again. This time she picked up the phone and yelled, "I DON'T CARE HOW LONG YOU'VE BEEN DRIVING AROUND THE BLOCK! I'M WINNING AND I'M NOT LEAVING!" and she hung up again!

Now I have to stir the pot a little, haha. I tell her, "Some people just don't understand that you don't leave when you're winning!"

She shook her head yes and said, "I know! He can drive in circles all day as far as I'm concerned!"

So by now I decide to go get ready for dinner. I go up to my suite and take a little nap. I wake up, jump in the shower, get dressed, and we head down to Besh Steakhouse. Keep in mind that this is about 2 hours later.

Before we get to the steakhouse I tell my wife that I had to check on something. I went by the table, and guess who was there?!?! I asked her, "Where is your husband?"

She says, "I told that little bastard that he needs to stop calling me! When I'm done, I'll leave. You know what, I'm gonna throw his shit out of the house when I get home. He's outta there!"

So I chuckled and went to dinner. I think I just witnessed a divorce in the making. Tragic.

So the rest of the trip to Harrah's New Orleans was alright. It was a short trip though, as we only stayed one night. I was only a 4 thousand dollar loser in the end, so it could've been worse.

So that's it for my first blog. It was fun, and I'll see you guys next time!



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