Monday, November 2, 2015

How Ya Gonna Keep 'Em Down in the Basement, After They've Seen the Strip?

Where in the world is Genius Thevictorian?

He's home now, at his rental house with three roommates in his college town, marking the days off his calendar until he turns 21 in December. Okay. Not really. That calendar part, because I'm pretty sure Genius has no interactions with a calendar, what with his affinity for all things electronic. But he's home now, after a week in Las Vegas. Or simply "Vegas," as our little world traveler puts it.

Yes, he WAS just in California two weeks before Vegas. That was to solicit money seek donations procure donors for his college Solar Car team. The trip to Vegas was to give a presentation. A presentation at ITC/USA 2015. That's a big shindig called the International Telemetering Conference, for the International Foundation for Telemetering. I'm pretty sure that deals with sending wireless info. Genius designed such a system for the solar car. That's what he was presenting.

Genius stayed at the Bellagio Las Vegas, I think. He didn't say so. But that's where the conference was held. He sent me a couple of pictures from his window. At first I thought he must have taken them from his room's balcony, what with such different views. Then I figured that there are no balconies for Vegas hotel rooms, what with gamblers possibly feeling a bit jumpy. So in looking back at the pictures, two of them look like they're from street level.

The famous fountains:


The Strip:


So sorry, people who thought what happened in Vegas was going to stay in Vegas. Your picture is now plastered all over my blog, with its vast readership.

And this giant amusement ride, which actually seems to be the picture from Genius's window.


As I told him by text after receiving this proof that he was actually in Vegas, "Thank goodness there are no pictures from INSIDE a casino!"

We're saving that for when he comes home over Christmas break. Baby's first trip to the casino. He has already asked if I am going to supply his gambling stake. To see if it was worthwhile to come home, I guess.

Yeah. It's not like I'm taking him to Vegas. The riverboats will have to do. And they don't even sail.

10 comments:

  1. Tell him you will give him his STEAK before he goes onto the riverboat. (Does he like it rare, medium rare, medium or well done?)

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    1. Genius likes his steak medium. He also likes winning on the scratch-off tickets I send him each week along with his $6 that my mom used to send for him to have Chinese food every weekend.

      I don't send Genius the good tickets, the $5 ones. He gets the $2 tickets. So he rarely wins more than a ticket, or two dollars. Still, that makes him happy. All that telemetry and no gambling makes Genius a dull boy.

      Last night, he called me. CALLED me! Didn't send a text. Didn't even want money! "Hey. I just scratched my tickets. On one of them, I got a 10X symbol. And it was a dollar. So I won $10! But then the next one I scratched was a win symbol, and it was for $10! That means I won TWENTY DOLLARS!"

      I need to call him and tell him to save that for his gambling stake.

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  2. We didn't want our son drinking and driving on his 21st birthday so we sent him and a friend to Vegas where a car wouldn't be necessary. I hear they had a great time.

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    1. One of Genius's housemates turned 21. A few weeks ago before his California trip, Genius called to kill time while doing laundry.

      "What's that noise? I hear ice clinking. Are you having a tumbler of scotch?"

      "How did you know that? Actually, it's a tumbler of martini."

      "WHAT? You don't put ice in that. It goes in a fancy glass on a stem."

      "Oh, not a martini. It's a margarita."

      "I still don't think that goes in a tumbler. And most functioning alcoholics hide their drinking better, and don't do it on a Sunday night before a full day of classes."

      "We don't really care."

      Yeah. I bet not. After a few tumblers. At least if he blows out a flip-flop looking for his lost shaker of salt, he won't have to limp on back home.

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  3. By the time I was not even 21, I figured a way to play tic tac toe and guarantee at least a tie...EVERY TIME. So your Genus's accomplishments don't really impress me all that much.

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    1. So precocious! I imagine you also knew that England is an island! That puts you ahead of Thevictorian family. Though maybe not in the cocktail category. After hearing from Genius...maybe it does.

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  4. When Genius makes his first million he can take YOU to Vegas.

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    1. He'll probably fly me on his own plane. He has always wanted to get a pilot's license.

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  5. I think someday Genius will OWN the Bellagio.

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    1. Or will the Bellagio own HIM? In either case, a state-of-the-art surveillance system will probably be involved.

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