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21-hours in Vegas

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  1. MikeE

    MikeE The Shah's Slightly Hairy Cousin

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    My Trip Report

    21 Hours in Vegas

    This was one of those trips that just came about at the last minute. I made a promise to myself of no more Vegas until April so the bankroll and funds would be more substantial, but then I get a call from my brother:

    “Me, Dad, and Uncle are heading to Vegas and staying at Monte Carlo for a night. You down?â€

    I really wanted to say yes, but I knew it would put a major dent into the April trip’s budget. Then I started thinking about the last time I had actually gone to Vegas with my brother and that was in 2003, before I was even legal!

    Okay, it’s on. No splurging for me this trip. One night at Monte Carlo, cheap meals, and $100 to gamble. The company of my brother will more than make up for the $1900 decrease in the usual bankroll.

    It’s about 5pm when we load up my brother’s car and take off. I decide to try and get some sleep on the way so I can stay up as late as possible while there, but the excitement of the moment won’t let me so I decide to send a text message to Hunter and rub my last minute stint in:

    “Heading to Vegas right now!†I write and my cell almost immediately rings back with his text: “Have fun!†It seemed like too plain of a response to my jealousy-inducing message, but I smile and put the phone back in my pocket as sleep starts to naturally take over. Just as I begin to doze off, Hunter startles me with one last text:

    “Bastard.â€

    After a good laugh, I’m finally able to sleep for about an hour and wake up starving as is everyone else in the car. We decide to stop at Gold Strike in Jean, about a half hour before reaching Vegas. Try not to laugh. Despite its questionable exterior, rows and rows of semis in the parking lot, and location in the middle of freakin’ nowhere, it’s actually a surprisingly clean place. The 24-hour café has good eats, too. Of course, anytime I’ve got the option of having breakfast for dinner, then that’s what I’m going to order. After $3 plates of huge pancakes and several cups of coffee between the four of us, we’re out the door and back on the road.

    There’s something special about driving into Vegas at night—something I actually haven’t done in a while. Pretty much after crossing the California/Nevada border, you can see a faint glow of light above the mountains from the city that’s still some fifty miles away. Then as the I-15 veers North for the last time and leads its way through that one final valley, Las Vegas reveals itself slowly, almost one hotel at a time—I still get a little giddy seeing that after all these years.

    We arrive at Monte Carlo and check in to our two separate rooms, each reserved with two queens. Sure, it was nearly 11pm, but the cold receptionist couldn’t care less about our first impressions of the resort and gives us two lovely rooms, each with a king bed, on the third floor. Great. I’m in a good mood so I call from the room and ask if I could be changed to two rooms with two queens each. They tell me to come down and grab a new set of keys for our newly assigned rooms. Most hotels can reactivate the keys you’ve already got, but I guess they can’t. I go down, wait in line, and get our new keys which happen to be for rooms that are still on the third floor. We’re pretty low-maintenance guys and we don’t mind until we realize that now only one of the keys actually works.

    So by now I’m a little aggravated, but it’s really hard to piss me off while I’m in Vegas. I wasn’t in the mood to wait in line a third time so I head for “invited guests†and explain the whole situation. The girl working there tells me that we must have placed our keys near our credit cards which can sometimes deactivate them. Thanks for correcting the customer. I’m sure she felt stupid when we gave the keys back in the original booklets given to us and not from our wallets.

    Once the room situation is finally squared away, my uncle and dad hit the casino while my brother and I get ready to head to MIX. We both have a Red Bull, but by the time I take my last sip, I realize that I had already had two cups of coffee with dinner. Ouch.

    It’s about 11:45pm when my brother and I start driving towards Mandalay Bay and I’m wired out of my mind. The front is charging cover, but I’ve got my little trick of taking the guest elevators up to the restaurant and crossing over to the lounge free of charge. Tonight isn’t going to be so easy, though. The elevator is locked from going up to the restaurant so I get the brilliant (or so it seemed at the time) idea of going up to the penthouse floor and taking the stairs the rest of the way.

    Dress shoes and metal staircases don’t mix (no pun intended) when you’re trying to be as quiet as possible. I sneak my way to the top, brother close behind, and find a lone door that says “Authorized Personnel Onlyâ€. I’m praying that an alarm doesn’t sound as I gently turn the doorknob. I let out a big sigh of relief, but as the door opens, I see what I think is some sort of control room which would naturally have someone there ready to bust me.

    “Let’s get the hell outta’ here!†I yell to my brother and we dart down the stairs, cursing our loud dress shoes. In our rush to get down, I can’t even tell if we are being chased or not. Looking back, I highly doubt we were, but I wasn’t risking anything. We make our way back to the penthouse floor, run to the guest elevators, and mash the close button several times. Once on the first floor, we head towards the “legal†entrance of MIX where there is no line. Looks like the coast is clear and the cover’s actually dropped down to just $10 a person so all that effort to sneak in was stupid on my part.

    We head up and my brother is blown away as we enjoy martinis on the balcony—vodka for him, gin for me—and catch up on things. He hasn’t done something like this since he got married and had a kid so I’m glad I can do this with him and take him to one of my favorite spots in Vegas.

    We agree to head to Wynn afterward because my brother wants my take on the place. He had walked through on a previous trip and said he was unimpressed. I give him the whole “designed from the guest’s point-of-view†spiel and prove it to him by giving him the grand tour, including the Tower Suites/VIP sections (I brought one of my old keys for full access). We even go up one of the floors so I could show him the short length of the hallways. In the end, he’s thoroughly converted and says to me, “Mike…†and I’m expecting him to say something like, “…we have to stay here next time!†Instead he says, “…you either need to work for Steve or need to a get a life.†Thanks bro!

    Inside the Tower Suites lobby, I run into Jacky, my “dedicated†receptionist from when I had a Fairway Villa. We talk for a bit and I just have to bring up my interest in reserving one of the Apartment Villas—10,000 square foot, “high roller only†mansions with private pools (did anyone say March Madness 4 ;)?). I’m dropping names left and right and tell her how I’ve been in talks with Richard Cotter (the Vice President of Wynn) about reserving one (I’ll spare you guys the details of that conversation), but Jacky tells me that I might be able to get a tour if I want. I’m stoked as she goes back and talks to one of the managers. He comes out and I explain the situation. He says, “Have Richard give me approval and I’ll be more than happy to show you one when you’re back here in three weeks.†That’s something I’ll have to get working on…

    I go check out the pai gow action and some of the pit and dealers recognize me. That actually sucked because I wanted to play, but you can’t when the minimum bet is your entire bankroll. Oh well. I make a promise that I’ll be back with guns blazing in three weeks.

    We get the idea to head to Stardust, collect a chip, and see the place before they blow it up. Yes, please blow it up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a depressing place. Between the popcorn ceilings just two feet above my head and the clientele playing with/for the rent money, I run to a pai gow table for a chip, one quick hand, and then I’m out. I buy in for $20, keep a red, and place a $10 bet. I always put all my hands in order before setting them to make sure I catch straights and flushes. The dealer does the same, only it takes her about three times longer and then what seems like forever to compare the hands. Had I not put my hand in order, I think she may have had to call the pit boss. Anyway, I win the hand, throw her a tip, and cash out of there.

    By now it’s around 3:30am and my brother is passing out so we head back to Monte Carlo. I say goodnight as I make my way to the pai gow tables. The minimums are $10 so I just buy-in with my whole bankroll and proceed to play casually. There’s a really drunk guy sitting next to me who was hilarious. He’s saying things to the dealer like, “Didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but you’re the worst dealer I’ve ever seen with all those pai gows. They need to demote you to war. No, you need to start dealing slots,†and all the while I’m cracking up, practically spewing martini through my nose.

    Later some girls walk by and overlook the action. Now, normally I’m pretty shy, but I’m slightly buzzed and ask if one of them has a sister named Marissa because she looks very familiar. She says, “No, but I know how you know me… I just can’t tell you. You figure it out.†This leaves me bewildered, but her friend leans over and whispers in my ear, “You saw her tits in Playboy.†That actually wasn’t the reason she looked familiar, but I accepted the answer. Ms. Playboy scolds her friend for telling me and they leave wishing me goodnight and good luck.

    I ask one of the pit bosses if I can get a line pass for the buffet in the morning. He says it’s no problem and to just ask him or whoever is working the pit for one when I’m ready to leave. After getting wiped out about two hours later, I ask the scariest pit boss on the face of this earth if a pass would be possible. She gives me a straightforward “No†and that was it. I tell her that the guy working earlier said it would be no problem, but she says they haven’t had line passes in years. Sure… Just tell me when you’re not in a good mood and don’t feel like giving me something, thanks.

    I head up to the room and crash for the night. There was a faint hum of a shower while sleeping and I’m thinking to myself that you’ve got to be a real priss to complain about something so minor (since plumbing noises appear again and again in reviews of Monte Carlo). But then one of the rooms next to me flushes a toilet and in my half-asleep state, it seemed like the ceiling was about to come down. Okay, so maybe the complaints are justified.

    Morning finally breaks and I’m able to extend check out for both rooms to 12pm. We pack our stuff, load it in the car, and head over to the buffet. It was just okay all around—I wasn’t expecting more for $12.

    After the buffet, we decide to walk up the strip to Caesars and then make our way back to Monte Carlo for some detox at the spa. Despite the cold plunge and jacuzzi being under renovation, the spa is Monte Carlo’s highlight. It’s not the biggest facility, but the space is really well done and the staff is superb.

    My brother and I decide to go see the car collection at Imperial Palace while we drop my dad and uncle off a few doors down at Barbary Coast. I tell my brother to park at the Coast and we’ll walk the rest of the way as it’s starting to rain and Imperial Palace’s infamous parking garage is not where you want to be when it’s pouring. Now, I’ve been in Barbary Coast several times before, but this time around it’s totally packed and there’s just a great vibe. Don’t know what it is, but I really take a liking to the place. My brother and I catch a few songs during Big Elvis’ set and then I head over to see the pai gow action. $5 pai gow is like a way of life here. Every seat is taken and during the five or so minutes of overlooking the action, I don’t see a single bet over $5.

    So my brother and I walk to Imperial Palace and I try to find another pai gow table to pull the same thing I did at Stardust. I know they won’t be around much longer and I want a chip, but I can’t find a table and the thought of waiting in line at the cage isn’t very intriguing. I’m sure I’ll walk in again some other time before it’s rubble so we finally head to the car collection. It’s a pretty nice display and although I follow new cars closely, the collection is mostly classics and that really isn’t my thing. Almost all were for sale and the most expensive was an original Maybach for a mere 2.5 million.

    We walk back over to Barbary Coast and now the rain is just pouring. We head to the car and load up, take one last tour of the entire strip, and head home. It’s raining pretty hard and we’re starving so we stop again at the café inside Gold Strike. We even sit in the same place; it was as though the trip was starting over again.

    Now, normally I don’t write much about the drive home, but not once in my 29 trips (26 of which have been by car) have I seen weather that crazy. I don’t think we drove faster than sixty as it was raining cats and dogs up until Barstow. Once we get through that, I see some signs around Victorville that say, “Watch for fog next ten miles.†These signs have almost always been wrong or are left from the night before, but in reality, they should have read, “Consider pulling over if you want to live.†Once we hit the Cajon Pass, I start praying for my life. Visibility drops down to zero and the only way you can faintly see a car ahead is when they’re braking and the rear lights are more vivid—and all this on a very steep down grade. On the one hand, you want to keep your distance from the car in front, but on the other hand, you have to be close enough so that their lights give you guidance. It takes a while for everyone to cooperate, but we all hit our emergency blinkers and crawl down the hill at a snails pace while keeping a close distance from one another. It works like a charm, although it takes us a half hour just to make it through the pass.

    We safely make it home and my cheap, 21-hour stint proves to be a lot of fun. April 19th can’t come soon enough.

    Some final thoughts and updates:

    I want to get a room at Wynn and watch them implode Stardust.

    Barbary Coast is freakin’ awesome.

    Wynn has put up a few railing here and there in the main lobby because I guess people have been running into the trees and flower displays. They’ve also closed the art gallery and put some of the works throughout the resort and without much protection, either—it’s easy to walk by them and not notice their significance. Among a few exceptions is Picasso’s Le Reve behind the front desk and let me just say, it makes for a stunning first impression. I hope the art stays scattered throughout the public spaces.

    Monte Carlo is a very well designed hotel. The pool, spa, front desk, shops, and casino are all a very short distance from the elevator. In my faint recollection of stays pre-Mandalay Bay, their service was great, but it’s been overshadowed and things have definitely changed since then.

    Hope you enjoyed the read!
     
  2. aggie182

    aggie182 Off Key and Out of Tune

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    I think Barbary Coast is my favortie place to gamble in Vegas.
     
  3. DonD

    DonD Super Moderator

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    Been there, done that, it can be unbelievable and truly beyond words.
    Thanks for the TR.
     
  4. HoyaHeel

    HoyaHeel Grammar Police & Admin

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    You squeezed a lot of fun into just one night! Glad you made the decision to go hang out with your family:wiggle: I love the cars at IP--don't know much about them but it's a fun way to spend a couple hours!
     
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    doctor_al VIP Whale

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    Nice trip. The "dealing slots" line was outstanding.

    Someday I'm going to fly in to LA just to do the drive to Vegas (once).
     
  6. SweetP

    SweetP Low-Roller

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    I'm playing to coincide my next trip with Joe's stay at the Wynn apartment villas! :nworthy: ;)

    Great report.

    I always wonder if it would be a good or a bad thing to be within driving distance of Vegas. I think you all are lucky, but for me I wouldn't have any savings!
     
  7. sin

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    Rock on!!! Glad you made the decision to spend some quality Vegas time with the family...sounds like you had a good time, even though you had to low-roll it. :cheers: Job well done!
     
  8. Beach Crazy

    Beach Crazy Hostess With the Mostess

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    Thanks for the great report, Joe. It's amazing how much you can pack into 21 hours in Vegas and it sounds like you certainly had no problems with that. It's always special hanging in Vegas with family. My 2 sisters and I take a trip to Vegas together every year so I know how important the family bonding time is.

    Loved your description of driving into Vegas at night!!! I could almost picture it....almost.
     
  9. Nevada Kid

    Nevada Kid VIP Whale

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    Nice report Joe. I've done the Cajon Pass with the zero visibility thing, no fun at all. Thanks for the read.
     
  10. dung bug

    dung bug Low-Roller

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    Nice report.
     
  11. MikeE

    MikeE The Shah's Slightly Hairy Cousin

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    Thank you guys so much for the comments! I've got to say that this was the first time I left Vegas wanting more; usually I'm sick of it all by the end of the trip and then the jones comes back a day or two later, but I only left more excited about what's to come.

    SweetP and anyone else who's interested... I'll let you know when this villa thing is settled. It'll likely be in the summer, if not this one than the next.
     
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