For every nice and fun thing that happened, for every fun and interesting person I met, there were 5 negatives to offset the decent stuff. Las Vegas 2015 in August is very dry hot, over crowded to the extreme, full of overseas visitors who negate the myth of friendly foreigners, sudden thunderstorms, loud, headbanging, practically unbearable and very nearly migraine igniting music on Fremont St., the ugly and unfeminine modern woman, drunks, loudmouths, freaks and alternative lifestyle people that I do not want to see, feel, hear or smell, little teen girls who get off on dressing like prostitutes, pools with water the color of skim milk, people who stand in the water for hours sucking beer and never leaving their spot, women who destroy their bodies with idiotic tattoos, young men full of steroid muscles who give out threatening looks to 66 year old men and in general, 10 bastards and bitches for every nice man and woman. The party pit girls are either children or butches, take your pick. None of them evoke anything resembling the long lost art of feminine guile and mystique. They all give the appearance of f* me, give me drugs, buy me another tattoo. Meanwhile, I'll more less move my skinny ass somewhat in beat to a song whose lyrics are "OOM, BOOGA WANGA IN DA GHETTO WIF MY CRACKS", played at the decibel level of a jet fighter engine in full afterburner. VP bars have the tightest machines than ever before. Craps and Blackjack tables are pretty much the same, stumble upon a hot one and you are okay, full of the usual dummies and noobs, but I did find a more than usual amount of tables with fun and knowledgeable people who made it interesting. None of whom were under the age of 40. I did okay, one big win at Craps in Harrah's. I'm not a foodie and my main meal is breakfast. Magnolia's still shines with the Steak & Eggs. IMHO good buffets were in Mirage, Golden Nugget and Main Street Station. The Grotto remains my favorite Mom & Pop style Italian. Had some Joe's Stone Crabs, which were good but vastly overpriced. There was a 90 minute wait at Bacchanal so I gave up. By my count there were approximately 42,000 Asians in line. I find more and more that Harrah's is my favorite place to gamble. I was impressed with the Linq and Harrah's renovations. The High Roller did not seem to be working. Caesars' was pretty good gambling wise. I found myself giving a noob an impromptu Craps lesson that the dealers told me was as good as what they could have done. The room at Mirage was okay. Standard room, no frills, really overpriced. The Rush Tower at Golden Nugget remains one of the best standard rooms in Vegas. Very spacious, great bathroom. I'm not a bad guy and I'm not a prick. I like to chatter with people. I found lots of good people, but there are too many people in this world who view Seniors as useless buffoons. One night of the Fremont St. Experience is more than enough. 95% of the people are just there to have fun, 5%, while they don't really bother or hurt anyone, are people you pray would never move in next to you. I was not impressed at all by The D or the Downtown Grand or whatever it's called. Dealers are the aforementioned teen crack heads who manage to make fish net stockings look ridiculous. The best people are still the Hawaiians at MSS, Cal, Fremont and Binions. Never treated me like a ha'ole. Southwest Airlines. The trip home was completely miserable. It started at 3 A.M. with a paving crew outside of my window at the Nugget. I never got back to sleep. One positive, I had a great cabbie who knew how to get to the airport without the freeway. Very few of them know how. You save ten dollars. While I'm sitting in the boarding area, I can hear flight crew and equipment changes coming in from the podium. Oh, oh. My name gets called and they change my connection from Atlanta. Oh, oh. The flight is late taking off because the plane was late getting in from Oakland because of crew and equipment problems. Through passengers from another flight delay things. The computers go down. Oh, oh. Thunder and lightning all over the Atlanta area. Everything is backed up. The purser was really confusing and actually made a comment over the PA about Yankees having no sense of humor. More crew delays, through passengers, wheelchairs, families, over weight due to extra fuel and 5 people have to get off. More confusion. Finally board and sit for an hour waiting for lightning to pass. This was obviously an over worked and very tired group of FA's. Deboarding in Baltimore was so FUBAR I'll have to make another thread about it. Then... My bag got lost. Another hour trying to sort it out. It was tagged wrong coming out of Vegas. They said they will Fed Ex it to me. God only knows when I will see my stuff again. Followed by 80 mile drive to home. There's lots of other stuff I forgot. I'll fill in the blanks as I think of them. One last note, Best Bloody Mary contestant: Chart House bar in Golden Nugget.