Some time later, I was playing at the Wynn Casino in Las Vegas, where the breasts on the cocktail waitresses are made of Tupperware, the seats are plush, and all the well-groomed floor men make sure to remember your name. It was 4 . and my girlfriend, an exceedingly level-headed girl who believed that time was the only panacea for waywardness, was asleep in our room upstairs. I was losing again, but not painfully. Everyone at my table was Korean or Vietnamese, and for an hour or so we had been telling jokes about all the damage we compulsive gamblers were doing to the reputation of the studious, industrious Asians of America. A nice Korean kid to my left said he felt bad for his mother who had given birth to two degenerate gamblers and only one doctor. Some haggard Vietnamese guy made a joke about handjobs, Asian prostitutes, and the Korean mothers. We all laughed. I felt as if all my friends had come back—here we were, exhausted and slightly hopeful. Between 4 . and 9 ., I hit a streak of cards that crippled my new friends, and by the time the outbound hotel guests began spilling out of the elevators, I was up $6,000. Some of the Asians trickled away and were replaced by studious, focused college kids who had been told by some book to visit a casino in the early hours, to better take advantage of the degenerates who had been gambling all night. I cleaned them out. When my girlfriend came to check on me, a day trader from New York told her she was a lucky woman to be dating such a skilled player. To complete the illusion, I handed her two $100 chips and told her to go spend some time in the hotel’s spa. She looked at me queerly, but did as she was told, probably because she wanted me to feel glamorous, at least for one good minute.
by Susan Dutca
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In 2005, Armstrong was beaten by American David Zabriskie in the stage 1 time trial by two seconds, despite having passed Ullrich on the road. His Discovery Channel team won the team time trial, while Armstrong won the final individual time trial. In the mountain stages, Armstrong's lead was attacked multiple times mostly by Ivan Basso, but also by T-mobile leaders Jan Ullrich, Andreas Kloden and Alexandre Vinokourov and former teammate Levi Leipheimer . But still, the American champion handled them well, maintained his lead and, on some occasions, increased it. To complete his record-breaking feat, he crossed the line on the Champs-Élysées on July 24 to win his seventh consecutive Tour, finishing 4 m 40s ahead of Basso, with Ullrich third. Another record achieved that year was that Armstrong completed the tour at the highest pace in the race's history: his average speed over the whole tour was km/h (26 mph).  In 2005, Armstrong announced he would retire after the 2005 Tour de France . 
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