New stuff at the Venetian

As I was leaving the Venetian this evening, I noticed a couple of new things.

First was this big announcement of a new place to buy beer--because, really, there just aren't enough places to buy beer in Las Vegas.





Second was a new bank of slot machines:



And, yes, you hear the distinctive, forboding theme music as you walk by.

I'm still hoping some day to be able to use the famous line from that movie at the poker table. My opponent shows a full house, which I can beat with a higher one, and I get to say, "You're gonna need a bigger boat."

Of course, I could never do that to a stranger, so it will have to wait for the perfect moment when it happens against somebody I know personally, and in a situation where I'm sure that other person will be able to find it humorous, and not as adding insult to injury.

(You'd think that with a moniker like "Poker Grump," it would be second nature for me to needle, harass, and annoy my opponents--and enjoy doing so. But, *sigh*, I just can't bring myself to do it. Cardgrrl says that I'm not really grumpy, but actually a "big 'ol marshmallow softie." I believe that this is an exact or nearly exact quotation from her after the first couple of days we spent at the tables together: "Who would have guessed you'd be so nice?" But let's keep that little secret to ourselves, OK? A man's got to keep up his image.)