First, we got breakfast at MGM. We decided we might stay there if we go to Vegas again because Eddie liked the poker room, and when I saw the poker room, I liked it, too, because it was less of a room and more of a section of the casino that was easy to get to and I could hop around the slots while he played and I could find him easily without having to go into an intimidating room. Next time.
Instead of playing poker, he decided to play blackjack. We met two of the nicest dealers there. One of them told Eddie he had an Australian accent. Then she asked me, Don't you hear an accent? I said, Yes, a Brooklyn one. The pit boss came over and carded me. When he asked for my ID, I laughed as I dug through my bag. He said that maybe I was in my 20s and he needed to check. Hahahahhahahaaaa. Since we were talking about ages, we mentioned that it was Eddie's birthday.
It was Eddie's birthday! When we'd gotten back to the room the night before, I gave him his real present. Two tickets to see the Rangers take on the Oilers at the Garden in the coming weeks. He was surprised because the trip itself was supposed to be his gift, but it's not much of a gift if we're using shared vacation funds, is it? So hockey tickets seemed like a nice fit.
At the blackjack tables at MGM, he received another gift. The pit boss meandered somewhere but them came back with a button for Eddie to wear that showed it was his birthday. He and the dealer both asked us how long we were staying--they were clearly going to offer us something for free. We told them we were leaving in a few hours. Dang. Almost more free stuff. Eddie cashed out soon after that. Then it was time to head to the airport.
|"It's My Birthday" - yes, you have to wear it|