10/25/99 monday
it's off to treasure bay casino resort, about a half mile away.
although it looks like a real old ocean-going sailship, i'm told that it never sailed the ocean. it's now permanently moored to the dock. it really is beautiful! we find the poker room, on the main level, set off to the side and walled off by glass windows. there are six tables in the room, and one 1-5 stud game is in progress. i'm wearing a poker hat, a poker t-shirt, and a poker jacket. nolan is wearing a poker hat. marietta, of course, looks great in whatever she's wearing. but the three of us walk into a poker room, obviously in search of a poker game. no one greets us. the shift/floor guy is getting a back massage at an empty table. two off-duty dealers are at the same table, smoking cigarettes. the guy in the cage is on the telephone. we pick up a cardplayer magazine, and a poker digest magazine, and another local gaming newsletter. nolan sees a plaque from the bad player's poker association on the wall, and calls me over to look at dave miles' signature! we are *still* ignored. i sit down at an empty table to make some notes in my trusty green notebook. apparently, nobody gives a rat's tail about our purpose in the room.
so we walk out.
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