I parked my 2003 embarrassment of a car with the Casino valet and he was laughing at me as he drove it into the garage. All I had left when I arrived were a couple hundred bucks and I kept telling myself not to gamble more than one fifty of it, so I’d at least have money for gas and tolls on the way back no matter what. As it turns out, all the pretty girls in this town see are dollar signs. How do I know? It sure has been one hell of a weekend so far!