22 year-old and mom â€“ Live @ Bellagio/NYNY Introduction I began my Las Vegas adventure about a year ago, shortly after my 21st birthday on a family trip to MGM Grand. Vegas got me, hook line and sinker. Iâ€™m now a simple 22 year old guy, a college graduate in Southern California. Iâ€™ve stayed at MGM, THEhotel, Monte Carlo, and NYNY, but it was time for something better. My play, while on a low bankroll, somehow has been able to snag me comped nights at all of the aforementioned. My last trip was in July, so I had been itching for my 5th Vegas trip for a while, meaning excessive checking of my MGM Players Club page. Iâ€™m used to comped rooms from all the MGM properties except the Bellagio and Aria. That was about to change. All was quiet on my offers page. F5. A new offer appeared. As I usually do when I see a new offer on the page, I got excited and scrolled down immediately to see what it was. Is that a new Bellagio offer!? It was. 3 comped midweek nights in a standard room and $100 freeplay. Works for me! My mom is also a Vegas lover and weâ€™ve visited Las Vegas twice together, so we began planning another trip. Weâ€™ll stay at the Bellagio on my offer Wednesday & Thursday night, and then head over to NYNY on her offer for Friday night. Saturday our flight leaves at night. That gives us 4 whole days in Vegas. I fire an e-mail over to a slot host whose e-mail I found on the Bellagioâ€™s website, seeing if they could hook me up with RFL. I knew it was improbable, but hey, why not try? In fact, screw itâ€¦ Iâ€™ll fire this same e-mail to 5 different Bellagio slot hosts, hoping itâ€™ll increase my chances. Iâ€™ll just customize each e-mail with a personalized greeting No dice. Not even close, actually. They tell me my play is way off from earning RFL and that the offers they recently sent out are for 2-3 times playersâ€™ historical levels of play. But as every host says, theyâ€™ll be happy to take a look at my play upon checkout. Oh well. Since Iâ€™m on a low BR and want to salvage all the money I can for gambling, it looks like itâ€™ll be a budgeted meal plan at elegant cuisines such as McDonalds, Sbarros, and Subway. Doubt weâ€™ll be eating much at the Bellagio. My mom confused the names of the Bellagio and Mirage around on accident once and said â€œThe Bellage and the Mirragio.â€ Iâ€™d like to play at this Mirragio you speak of! Day 1, Part 1 (Wednesday â€“ 12/1/10) Last night, I tried to hit the hay earlier than usual to prepare for an early morning and flight. Nice try, silversilver. The sheep I was trying to count were mocking me. The anticipation of Vegas was way too high. I did manage to catch a tiny bit of sleep though before waking up at 4:30am. Our flight is at 6:55am. We load up our stuff in my car and head over to the airport. Itâ€™s about 40Â°F, which is freezing for us Southern Californians. We breeze through airport security without a pat-down, body scan, or cavity search :confused2: A flight out of SoCal to Vegas is about 45 minutes. The flight was smooth sailing and we get there earlier than expected in 40 minutes. Iâ€™m still pretty exhausted from the lack of sleep, but excited at the same time. I wouldâ€™ve rested during the flight but 2 rows in front of us are 2 loud kids and a mother incapable of controlling them. Out of all the rows in a pretty empty flight, my mom and I are blessed with the privilege to have them sit by us. Good, letâ€™s get all of our bad luck out of the way before we actually gamble. We land at about 7:40am and we catch a cab. â€œBellagio please,â€ my mom says. We arrive and walk through the revolving Bellagio doors to check-in. A young woman is ready to check us in and looks up my information when we politely ask for an upgrade. â€œIs there any possibility we could get a lakeview room?â€ â€œLet me see.â€ She pounds away at the keyboard and makes 2 different phone calls. She tells us that there arenâ€™t any available yet, but she can get us the upgrade when one becomes available. She tells us to try back between 11am and noon. We have 4 hours to kill. We begin wandering aimlessly around the Bellagio casino with no room to go to. My mom stumbles upon some video Let It Ride machines that sheâ€™s been wanting to try. She puts in $20 and bets in $1 increments. Within 2 hands, sheâ€™s dealt trip kings but doesnâ€™t hit a 4OAK (wouldâ€™ve paid $150), but instead sheâ€™s up to about $30. After a dry run, she falls down to $10 and cashes out. We head over to the Bellagio sports bar (Starting Gate). We plop ourselves in the comfy seats and I whip out my ID, having it ready for the bartender before being asked. Iâ€™m prepared, because I look about 18. Although I enjoy hanging at the bar playing video blackjack sipping something, I donâ€™t drink. I usually order a Roy Rogers (coke and grenadine), cranberry juice, a Shirley Temple, or just a soda. Yes, a grown 22 year old man ordering Shirley Temples in Vegas. Bartenders then shoot me a look like, â€œAre you serious?â€ Once I get past the initial bartender glance , Iâ€™m fine, hoping onlookers will mistake my drink forâ€¦aw hell, who am I kidding, thereâ€™s no disguise. Itâ€™s girly. But itâ€™s tasty, so deal with it! Wait, silversilver. So youâ€™re telling me you donâ€™t drink, youâ€™re in Vegas with your mom, youâ€™re on a low bankroll, you plan to eat fast food most of the trip, and Iâ€™m reading your trip report? Yeah, basically. :Ãž My mom, though, is a gambler like me, and a fun one at that. And she actually drinks! She plays a wider variety of games than I do. Her latest craze seems to be 3 card poker. Anyway, she orders a diet coke to start the morning off and because itâ€™s early, I order an orange juice. Our bartender Brian seems like a nice fellow and he serves us and informs us that if playing Blackjack, we must bet at least 75 cents per hand. Done. My mom and I play for a while and get a couple refills and decide to cash out. I left with $16 of the original $20 I put in, and my mom breaks even. Iâ€™m down a devastating 4 bucks. We hit the tram toward Monte Carlo and NYNY. We lounge around there for a bit, not doing much but exploring whatâ€™s changed since we last visited. We noticed at Monte Carlo that the Island Bar has been replaced with a bar/lounge called Ignite. It looked nice, and has brand new VP bar tops. Weâ€™re closing in on our re-check-in time, so we head back to the Bellagio via the tram. Before leaving MC, we grab a quick bite at the food court. We have prime rib and filet mignon. Yeah right. My mom gets a taco from Rubios and I have a couple cheeseburgers from McDonalds. We finally reach the Bellagio again and try to check-inâ€¦ again. The gentleman says thereâ€™s a lakeview room on the 7th floor that he can upgrade us to for no charge. Sounds good. He hands us the room keys and also tells us that the snack bar is weighted and if we remove something, weâ€™ll be charged. If removing an item charges me money, can I add weight by dropping my own food on the snack bar and get money? I contemplate within and decide not to try. We head up to our room and I insert my room key and hear a glorious chime. â€œBeep beep.â€ We enter. Iâ€™m pretty satisfied with the room. I setup my laptop and begin typing this part of my trip report. I look behind me and my mom is checking for bedbugs. No crawlers. The lakeview is low (7th floor), but that might be a good thing once the fountain shows start up. Weâ€™ll find out later. The view of the Eiffel Tower is promising. My mom and I kick back for a while and rest. I pull out the laptop to update the TR. I open up Firefox and am greeted by the Bellagio WiFi. Ok, so I just connect hereâ€¦. No, I donâ€™t. I find out Wi-Fi isnâ€™t free here because thereâ€™s no resort fee, crushing my hopes of creating a live TR. â€œBut silversilver, you titled this thread as a live TR. Liar! Itâ€™s not even live?â€ It is. Well, partially. Now that I know I canâ€™t do it live from Bellagio, Iâ€™ll type it live, then post it as soon as we switch over to NYNY (Friday morning), at which point the TR will become live for Friday and Saturday. Yeah, I know, itâ€™s getting a bit confusing. In fact, I think I just heard the collective sound of all the mouse clicks exiting out of this trip report and onto BeeJayâ€™s latest post. Farewell, disloyal followers! It was fun! :wave2: I change into a nice dress shirt so I can convince myself that I actually belong at the Bellagio on a comped stay. We get into the elevator and head down to the casino to do some damage. The â€œgo timeâ€ feeling hits me. You know, the feeling you get as the elevator doors open. The casino floor pans into view, the distinct casino smell hits your nostrils, and the sounds of slot machines going crazy somehow sound like sweet music to your ears. Yup, itâ€™s go time alright. Sometimes when Iâ€™m dressed up, walking out of that elevator, I feel like all eyes are on me. In reality, nobody cares. But for the moment, let me feel like itâ€™s some kind of slow motion Oceanâ€™s 11 scene.