A New Home page and a trip to Vegas

This whole "job" thing isn't really working out.  I think I'm still an employee but they don't work me very often anymore.  The airlines still aren't making money.  It has something to do with stocking up on oil when it cost $120 and not having any money left to buy it at $50.  I shouldn't complain.  It gives me more time to work on the website and my novel (which I haven't talked about for a while because it's going so well and I don't want to jinx it.  Crap.  Did I just jinx it?).  I've updated my website's  home page and spent a few days learning html so it doesn't look so... amateurish.  

My last trip was back to Vegas, which can be dangerous but I ended up flying out with my bank account unscathed and a nice dinner from the Cheesecake Factory in Caesar's Palace in my gut (currently still on my gut).  

Caesar's Palace is, by the way, the most fantastically lavish hotel I've ever set foot in.  It's laid out like a shopping mall with stores that I can't afford and restaurants that I can afford but usually don't waste money on. 

Luckily one of my fellow crew members insisted on Cheesecake Factory ("Seriously man, this place has the best martinis in the world;"  They were okay) so we ended up there anyway.  The ceiling is painted sky blue with clouds and the fountains are actually more impressive than the their counterparts in Rome.  That may just be because every once in a while they start shooting fire and water at the same time. 

After dinner we went into the Casino and I watched my new friend lose $400 on the craps table in just under 20 minutes.  Since the casino was obviously cheating, we left and went to the craps tables in Treasure Island down the street where he won back $200 of the money he had lost.  I didn't put a bet down.  Mostly because the craps tables in both places were like a Vegas hospice: where people and their money go to die.  Everyone at the table with the exception of me and my coworker (who actually was old enough to be my father) had qualified for social security by the time I was born. 

I don't usually play, but because I was standing at the craps tables and getting free drinks for hanging out with a gambler, I suddenly thought that I was good at blackjack.  It turns out that irrational decisions (Like hitting on a 16 when the dealer shows a 6) are a good idea and I walked away with $75 (my hit card was a 5 giving me 21 and the dealer ended up with 20) which covered my dinner and a bit more.  

I suppose the moral here is to eat at restaurants you can't afford and only gamble when intoxicated.  I don't know, that's just what it said in the pamphlet the casino handed out.