Should my handle luridludicloco prove to be too much of a tongue twister, you can call me B’rat, short for Bellagiorat, which is what I baptised my gambling persona long ago. Discovering gambling later in life, I have been to Las Vegas many times since the early 1990s. Las Vegas for me is a mistress, a wife, an impossible dream, a demented mania. My first stay at Las Vegas was at Flamingo, then on further trips Treasure Island, Riviera, until I settled down to staying for many years exclusively at Caesars and then, at the turn of the millennium, I became enchanted with the new Bellagio and used to stay there sometimes not going out the front door at all during a whole trip. These were my Vegas halcyon days, but after MGM bought Bellagio, and started changing it around, it eventually destroyed its original feel and my extreme fondness for that resort. I have stayed also at NYNY, Ritz, Mandalay Bay, GVR, and in the last ten years or so I have stayed mostly at Wynn and Encore. Lately Cosmopolitan has tickled my fancy, and I would very much like to stay there but have not yet. I like its style, its big lamp, its food, its drinks, decor and machines. It might be noisy, I fear, but I no longer go to Las Vegas without ear plugs. The last time I was in Las Vegas was the fall of 2014 and stayed at Encore, but kept taking cabs to Cosmo. Well, once I walked back on the Strip. I have no idea when I will be going back, it could be next month, it could be next year, I hope it is not never. Sin City is stamped forever in my memory, and many things curious, peculiar, funny and amazing have happened. Let me tell one anecdote. Early one day, more than ten years ago, I started my plan of playing five pulls on every single VP machine of dollar denomination or under at Bellagio. After a few hours, and working myself up from the check in area to Jasmine, I played a quarter Spin Deluxe machine and was dealt a Royal Flush, 20K. That was fun.