We all went back to our rooms and napped. I slept for two straight hours, a most refreshing sleep. At 5:30, we had our glass of Belvedere vodka, talked about our "Odyssey" and how amazed we were that the Hilton was dead; that the dingy Trump Plaza had no craps tables open; that the Claridge was closed and that the Harrah's floor person had been so friendly.

Then we went to the Chinese restaurant.

I do not like it when restaurants have waiters who don't speak English. This Chinese restaurant should have been in China. The waiter couldn't understand what we were saying.

For example, Skinny ordered extra hot sauce for his meal and the waiter pointed, "Soy sauce right there."

"No," said Skinny. "I want hot sauce, as hot as you can make it."

"Soy sauce right there."

"Hot sauce," said Skinny. "I want hot sauce; really hot, okay?"

"Soy sauce..."

"Not soy sauce; not soy sauce; hot sauce; really hot; hot, hot, hot."

Finally Skinny got through to him but the whole meal was like that. We should have had a U.N. translator. There are no laws that stipulate only non-English speaking Chinese waiters have to work in Chinese restaurants - if you can't find any Chinese waiters who speak English then hire non-Chinese waiters for crying out loud. But, I must say this, the food was good.

We went to the craps table and watched a "controlled shooter" take up half his side of the table with his throw. He was at stick right one, two and three - I kid you not - and he'd lean way out over the table and set the Hardway set and then push the dice to the back wall as if he were playing pool. He made it known to everyone that he was a controlled shooter but he was so blazingly-bulgingly-red-eyed that everyone just smiled at him and let him have his positions at the table. When he sevened out he left.

We skipped playing craps and played an hour or so of Pai Gow. It was an unremarkable session where we won a little money.

Then to bed to sleep the sleep of the just...just exhausted that is.