Tomorrow we go to the Super Bowl party. Woot. This time we're in the Ka Theatre -- might be smaller than the last time we went (or, as I expect, it's actually LARGER and they're using the other theatres for overflow -- and Mom will gripe about it because we're not in the Arena like last time). Mom's having trouble with the fact that everything changes in Vegas at a breakneck speed and none of her favorite machines are where they should be.
I won a few bucks on quarters, played a little on the Monkees penny machine (why is 5 Davys in a row worth 5000 credits, while 5 Mikes is only 500, and 5 Mickeys 250, and 5 Peters only 200? Seems very unfair).
Somewhere between here and home Jonathan Strange (my old computer here) has finally lost that loose "down arrow" key. Dammit. I took Jonathan instead of the new boy (whose name I've forgotten--obviously not as memorable) for several reasons; but now I'm regretting it. I'm assuming the key dropped off at the Phoenix Sky Harbor airport, as that was the last place I saw it.
It's time for bed.