Discussion in 'Vegas Trip Reports' started by tdhoier, May 30, 2016.
For those who have been living in caverns their entire life, Eric Carmen was/is a legendary American Singer / Songwriter who busted out a solo career in 1975 by nearly topping the Billboard Charts with a little ballad they called, ‘All By Myself’.
To show the staying power this icon possesses, he topped off at #4 with ‘Hungry Eyes’, a song he recorded over a decade later (1987). This tasty lick was instrumental in setting the tone of one of the greatest movies ever produced, ‘Dirty Dancing’. The energy and the raw emotion of this film proved to us all that LOVE is life’s sweetest reward.
I dedicate this Live TR to Mr. Carmen as I will be ‘All By Myself’ on this little adventure. A solo frolic into the 81909.
There’s been something festering in these walls around Compound De Tdhoier, let me tell ya. Dare I say a ‘Great Depression’ has been lingering within.
Only this depression had nothing to do with economic plight. It had everything to do with my internal struggle knowing it has been precisely 111 days since I last set foot upon Nevada soil. That’s nearly sixteen weeks to you and me.
Nothing seemed to be able to chase my blues away other than the occasional bourbon or vodka cocktail (which were consumed multiple times on about 107 of the days we were apart). The only comfort I could muster up was staring at my Las Vegas mouse pad and crankin’ up Richard Marx’s ‘Right Here Waiting’. This got me through some trying times, Muchachos.
I’m reversing my normal routine and staying on the Strip during the week (TUE – FRI) and then downtown through the weekend (FRI – MON). Woah-ho!! Way to shake things up there, guy!
Almost exclusively a Vdara guy, I’m registerin’ up a 8.5 magnitude shake n quake by shackin’ up in a One Bedroom Tower Suite over at The Mirage. The Mirage and The Signature are Vdara’s homely stepchildren. They’re both hard to live up to their elder (in my eyes), but you still have to show them some love every once in awhile.
My now consistent Design-A-Suite room at El Cortez shelters me through the weekend.
I do have a rough outline in my mind about where I’d like to go each day, but I’m sure that will be tossed in the crapper as soon as I walk out of the room for the first time.
The only thing actually set-up beforehand is a reservation I made over at RAKU on Spring Mountain for THU evening. I made it for three people (even though this is a solo trip) so if I decide I don’t want to invite my brother and his girlfriend (who strangely reminds me of Dee Snider), I’ll have to befriend a couple ladies of the night to tag along…which sounds a lot more interesting, actually.
Thanks for reading along and adios amigos (for now).
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Another subscription here. I dig your mathematical photo montage!!!
Sweet.....though at first I thought I read Eric Cartman Live......which also seemed intriguing.
I do remember those songs.....semi painfully.
Good luck.....have a great trip !
PS...if there is poll involved put me down for " not brother and Dee " ........
Lol, make sure you Go All The Way and blow Raspberries if the service is no good.
Not sure this trek could have started off any better.
A) $5 transit to America's favorite airport on time.
B) Saw a Latino gentleman walk out of a beer and wine shop with a 12er of Corona at 9:08 AM EST.
C) Dropped a deuce in a comfortable, sanitary bathroom before leaving for the transit, all but guaranteeing I wont need to risk Ebola / Sars / Zika in the airport or on the airplane.
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Great start! Good luck!
America's favorite TSA line.
That organization cleaned its act up real quick, capiche?
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Normal people feel like their trek begins when the landing gear touches McCarran asphalt. I don't feel safe until I am in the rental car and step foot inside the Lee's Discount Liquor Store on S LV BLVD.
I feel like those kids who opened up the Wonka Bars in Willy Wonka, seeing the gold.
My gold is the Nectar of Jesus (aka Liquor). Vodka and his Nephew Bourbon. I even invited his Stepdaughter champagne over for a visit.
Made my way down to my mandatory second stop, Whole Food. I figured out today that has to stop, however. I feel like I'm chasing before I step foot in a casino when I'm checking out there. All I bought was some fruit, lemon juice, lime juice, two cucumbers, three yogurts and some limes and the total was something like $218.
Then the real fun began.
Platinum status doesn't get you much at The Mirage other than exercise and a brain aneurism. Checked in and the nice young lady gave me the keys to Suite B 27. She put 51 in parenthesis for some odd reason. Once I got to B27, I didn't see a 51...but the key didn't work. Neither did the other one. I carried my junk back downstairs and she issued me two more keys. Same problem.
Irritated, I went back down and thought maybe it's the 27th Floor and Room 51....but there isn't a 27th Floor (listed anyway).
I came to the conclusion that it must be room 51 on the B Floor, but I called down on my cell to make sure. It took 16 minutes floundering around a B Wing before someone picked up. The guy says, "Oh yeah...they ain't s'posed to put that 27 on there."
The Suites here are simply A-D and number 1-60.
Got into the room an hour after I arrived in the lobby and called Bell for my bag. Looks like TSA inspected my bag and 'unpacked' a small bottle of Aromatic Bitters I bubble wrapped. The only problem was they didn't put the bubble wrap on and they left the cap off.
Two shirts are soiled a nice syrupy red now and so are a couple pairs of shorts. I'm hoping the Emergency Tsunami Laundry Service can help me out with that debacle. I guess I'll find out when I stumble back in here in the morning.
The good news is I am all set...and I devised a plan. The plan included getting a quick bite at Japonais, but that part was sent down the crapper...
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My standard first evening is spending it with the starving artists of the Palomino Club...so why mess with a tradition.
I soaked in a tub of Molton Brown Eucalyptus Body Wash so I'm sure to smell like an Australian plant upon my arrival.
Since I'm not downtown, I scheduled a pick up courtesy of the actual club. I'm just hoping there isn't a giant Palomino Club logo streaking down both sides of the car. If there is, I sure hope the windows are tinted so passing vehicles can't point and say, "Hey, check out the pervert in the back."
After I've had enough entertaining the young ladies, I'm having them drop me off downtown so I can gamble until 5 or 6 AM.
Great plan....I think.
I called a local meteorologist and asked what the forecast was up in North Las Vegas tonight. He said, "!00% chance of rain, baby. Gonna be a torrential downpour all up in that muh fuh'er."
That's just stage money. I have bigger bills for whomever gets their lure in my choppers.
Hit em big tonight!
The view at 6 (or something) this morn.
I haven't been to bed yet. The Mirage should comp me one night for not sleeping in their room.
Golden Gate -$230
4 Queens - $270
El Cortez + $180
Go to Mirage to take pic, change clothes, listen to a couple of Alice In Chains songs.
Harrahs - $150
Cromwell + $130
Treasure Island +$230
Mirage - $60
I don't know what it adds to because it doesn't matter too much.
I gave my phone number to two girls. I was solicited ten times. A bartender thought I looked exactly like Jim McMahon...somehow. I guess it's good he didn't say Ed McMahon.
I'm not very good at table games, but I do know the strategy of playing craps with retired mobsters at Aria is a solid move. I can't verify they were mobsters, but the three of them had acne scars, slicked back white hair and lived in Florida.
I should nap before I meet blondie at 8. She's pretty (for a girl).
Enjoy following your escapades, how are you able to keep such detailed metrics?
This little guy helps me keep track, DeadManHand.
Two hour nap.
Ate at the Japomais.
Came back upstairs for a rendezvous for an hour and a hay:
Finishing off the champagne and planning on heading down to Mandalay....hit as many Craps and Blackjack tables I can pinballing my way back to The Mirage.
Normally a bigger sports gambler (coming THU - MON), decent start.
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