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2008-11-20 - 9:34 a.m. Click back a page or two for our fabulous birding trip report and list from Savagre and Rancho Naturalista, Costa Rica. We arrived at LAS without too much terrible delay. I was deadly, poisonously tired as a result of the combination of the parish council meeting that went all hours and the need to arise at 3:30 AM (!) to catch my plane. I announced that I wasn't going to do anything involving thought, and so I didn't. Hotel check-in dude said that I had $39 in food comps from way back in the days when dinosaurs roamed. "They never expire," he said, explaining very nicely and without apparent scorn that I'd given them no action in over five years. "Buy in for five hundred at the table, and we'll start sending you free hotel room offers again." He also gave me a couple of coupons so that I'd have an edge while I did so. Ho-kay, why not? I haven't done the coupon hustle in years, mainly because the tax disadvantages on gambling income are so huge when it isn't your primary source of income. (You can't deduct losses/expenses from winning when it's "hobby" income, and the IRS often thinks even a winning gambler is a "hobbyist" unless it's provably your by far largest source of income.) So I pretty much stopped the coupon hustle cold when I retired from the blackjack team. However, I'm already "up" for 2008 for a gambling win that cost me nothing -- the football squares -- and the coupons the dude gave me were excellent, especially combined with the promise of future free hotel comps. The free lunch he bought me and D. was just a nice bonus. So I went down and played, and of course D. also took his VIP coupons and played as well. We won at every machine and every table, until the coupons were gone. Wow. It was like we were golden. The old magic touch. I ended up winning $75 off the tables (where I bought in for $600 in case buying in for exactly $500 looked too much like I was just trying to "play" the house for future comps) and I won $85 on the machine coupons. Go me. Not bad for ye old coupon hustle. Dinner at the lounge, so apple martini and chicken wings. Hey, the chicken wings are better than the hummus plates. I heard a story that the lounge habitues finally had enough of the lounge not serving any solid food. And I thought the chicken wings were actually tasty to boot. I already have my first class upgrades for the trip back. Yay me. OK, I think today I'll actually be required to exert myself so later, gator.
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