It's sad because I came down with the creeping crud or whatever bug is going around shortly after arrival on Friday, Dec. 13th. A lack of sleep and 3-hour time change didn't get me off to a good start at Suncoast, but the real pain and suffering commenced on Monday while trying to check into Sam's Town. The Boyd computer system, nationwide we were told, went down an hour before we arrived around 1:30 pm and nobody was getting into their room. That's also the time I developed aches and pains all over, my throat was starting to hurt, and I was almost too weak to stand. We were told to check back after 3 and were thinking about claiming bench space if things deteriorated further. Meanwhile, the machines weren't recognizing player cards and the pit crew was (supposedly) recording ratings with paper and pencil. Finally at 3 pm, the desk starting trying to check guests in manually, evidently something they hadn't done in years, which went abysmally slow. Thank goodness we had gotten in line early, and we finally got into the room around 4:30 after having to go back to the desk for a key that actually worked. (I don't know when the system came back up, but things appeared "normal" the next morning.) Walking even short distances was an ordeal, my mental state paralleled my physical condition, and I was in pretty bad shape. I say it was just a cold, as I didn't seem to be running a temperature, though Ms. Gecko insists it was the flu, mainly because she had the shot and I didn't. Whatever it was, I still managed to play a lot of BJ and other games, but what was left of my mind definitely wasn't running on all cylinders. Having your judgment shot all to hell is not a good thing in a casino and I'm sure it contributed heavily to staying in losing sessions longer than I would have otherwise, and not taking proper advantage of the few winning sessions. Heck, it was all I could do to stay on my perch! By Wednesday I just wanted to be home, but somehow managed to hoof it from the Sam's shuttle drop at Harrah's to Cosmo to see the Liberace exhibit, and from there to Ellis Island on that cold, breezy, and gloomy afternoon. Amazingly, the BBQ chicken and ribs combo was as great as always, even in my deteriorated condition, and we didn't have to wait over several minutes in the cold and wind at the 202 stop around the corner for the "limo" back to Sam's. There was no way I was going to hoof it back to Harrah's. We moved back to Suncoast on Thursday and spent most of Friday at MSS. (We mainly wanted to see Joe upon his arrival that afternoon.) On the way back to catch the WAX, we "discovered" an Elvis exhibit in Binion's. Pretty darn good, especially for free. Our favorite CW at Suncoast told us that an awful lot of her coworkers were down with the same thing; and all-in-all, it was my worst Vegas trip since I started going over 28 ½ years ago! Some of that had to do with losing, but I'll credit being sick with most of it. It just made for a thoroughly miserable experience. I apologize for posting a much less than exciting report, but there's not much to be excited about when you're feeling like crap. We're now looking at going back later this month and/or February, and trust things will work out a lot better.