I wasn't even going to play last night, but then was talked into it at the last minute. It was hot. Felt unpleasant walking, even after the sun was down. When I play the strip, I am dropped off at one location and picked up later at another with a lot of walking and even occasional travel on the packed deuce, which is always pleasant in the heat. So that was yucky.
I placed 3 sessions at 3 casinos and lost them all. Not that unusual. Not huge losses, but it drops my table game blackjack results to 4 figures almost halfway through the year.

Those figures are skewed because I have played much less blackjack than normal while we chased the blackjack machine play around the country for several months. So probably about a quarter of my regular amount of play, and below expectation with that.
And finally, others plying their "trade" were out. Dude attempted to pick pocket me. I immediately knew when he bumped into me because it wasn't even that crowded in that area I was walking, so there was no need to bump into me. I immediately grabbed his arm. His hand was half way down my pocket, which I didn't really feel. When I grabbed his arm, be popped me in the face pretty good and ran. He got nothing. I am not going to post how I handle walking around with money, but he wasn't going to get much anyway.
A nearby dude grabbed him and he and his friend held the guy down until the cops came. I debated whether to stick around, but figures since the bystander had gone to the trouble to grab this guy, I would.
And this morning I have a pretty good shiner and lump on one eye. Life in Vegas.
