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I was really happy to come back to the Orleans. So many memories, I lived at what was once Bella Vita a couple blocks away (now the Pointe). This was my default casino for a few years until the complex went condo and booted our asses out.
It's a convenient Trop bus away from the strip, you never appreciate 24 hour lines until you leave them. the casino opened a month or 2 before my first visit and loooong before I knew I'd even move to town.
The buffet was even one of my first jobs in Vegas. The uniforms are still the same after 14 years?? Damn things are hot. There are 4 colors and we could only pick 3 and one of them had to be the yellow. I always wondered why green is the 4th color on a board game (like the uniforms), what about the other 2 secondary colors?
Before WSOP and cable poker became a big deal, I had the pleasure of learning poker with the old guys late night. It wasn't so damn cutthroat as it is now, forcing the rookies all in before the cards heat up. It was tough to get an Omaha hi-low split 8 or better going without committing to horse, it was my weakness.
I never got to the big game, only because how the hell could I get that much time off work? If I did well, the tournament was longer than any vaca time I ever accumulated at any job. And I just moved, I decided it wasn't worth losing my little place over.
I used to play the paycheck party machine, even after I found out they wanted you to cash your check there so you would of course spend it all before you left. It did take a lot to walk out that door with all the chip stacking sounds and coins ka-junking in that big payout pan. We don' need no stinking payout tickets.
The biggest thing I won was a dinner for 2 at Canal Street. Took me weeks to find the perfect date worthy of it.
Every week, I went upstairs, but that's probably another review of the bowling alley and the glorious lounge. Every week was Goth Bowling. We'd meet at lane 69, WOOO! Best times, yes.
Spent many a night at the café, laughing with friends over cheap graveyard breakfasts, trading stories about the oddest sexual fetishes and what.
I knew someone who had potential, but worked in the hotel from another job I had. I never pushed it, her mother was an evil dragon.
I don't think there's anything on property I don't like. Actually, There was a burger in the food court that... presented a rapid jogging countdown. But that's it.
Orleans was the only casino I got to play Animal House slots. Couple months later, it disappeared and I never found another, boo. You were enjoyed, friend.
They started having Viva rockabilly weekend there because the event became too large for the Gold Coast. That was a shame because I loved the California ballroom for dancing more than the ballrooms at the Orleans. Even the largest one gets humid with greasers and socs ("soshes") twirling elbow to elbow when a big headliner performs.
The Orleans I got to know like my living room in the dark, all the way to the ends of the property. We'd walk over to Mulligans and I'd walk home past the school bus parking. We even used to walk over to Royal Frog when they had karaoke with free hot dogs or some such food setup. Where my Froggers at?
Went to a pimp and ho ball in the arena, golly. Always interesting to find junked out ravers offering blow jobs under the stage apron. And then there's the women! I did that before I knew what a Fantasy Fetish Ball was.
Last time I was out at the pool was for Viva, but please, bring back Big Al pool party nights! I still have a tee shirt. Hot dogs, burgers and beer specials, awww yeahh.
Oh, and the Oyster bar! SAY WHAAAT!
There is always something to do there, food court, liquor store, TGIF's, Koji so-o-o good! Always a great relief to set foot inside. You know it's going to be at least 5 hours of fun. Ees good time, eh?
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