My 30-year love affair with Vegas is over. The city has become something ugly and unrecognizable to me. Vegas used to be a place where an ordinary person could go to spend a reasonable amount of money, yet feel spoiled for a few days. Now it is a place where an ordinary person feels they must guard against every attempt to separate us from our money. Today, I read about a new 4.7% mandatory "concession fee" being added on by some restaurants in Vegas. Outrageous. My most recent stay involved 3 nights at Red Rock, where I stay often, and 3 nights at the Palms, where I have never stayed. As usual, Red Rock provided their same brand of relaxed luxury, but have instituted a new internet fee for those guests staying on a comp. You see, the resort fee, which includes internet access was also comped along with the room. Yet, I was charged a fee of $12.99 per day to use the internet. Upon approaching the front desk looking like the RCA Victor Dog, the clerk explained to me that my resort fee was comped, so my resort fee no longer included internet access. Huh? I also visited the spa, which is included in the resort fee (which was comped) and was not charged for my spa visit. If all of this makes no sense to you, join the club. All I know is that a comped room, which includes a comped resort fee no longer includes the actual amenities provided by said resort fee – at least not the internet. Upon checking in at the Palms, the front desk clerk actually appeared excited to tell me that because I made my reservation long ago, I would pay the “discounted” resort fee of “only” $25.00 per night plus tax. I was incredulous that it could possibly cost more than that now. He also informed me that I should consider myself lucky not to have paid for parking, since that new charge will surely be coming to the Palms in short order. A visit to the swimming pool revealed exactly 42 lounge chairs to be shared by every hotel guest. Half of the pool was roped off and had plenty of available chairs. If you want to sit on the other side of the rope, they’ll be glad to sell you a $20 bottle of vodka for several hundred dollars. I declined. After securing a couple of lounge chairs from the available 42, I decided to visit the pool bar where I ordered two margaritas. Each margarita cost $15. We aren’t talking about a custom crafted cocktail here. We are talking about a slushee machine full of an unnatural yellow looking concoction surely made of too much sugar and heartburn-inducing citric acid to be able to taste the run of the mill tequila that may or may not have been mixed in. When handed the bill for the “slurpuritas”, imagine my surprise to find that in addition to the $30 charge for the two drinks, a mandatory gratuity of $6 had been added to the bill. I was actually required to pay the bartender $6 to pour two slushees from a machine. He must have gone to school for a long time to learn that craft. That night after drifting off to sleep, the hotel room air conditioner began to make a terrible screeching noise which kept waking me up throughout the night, each time it cycled on. The next morning I was unsurprised to find that my in-room coffee maker had no coffee because the maid forgot to leave any during her previous visit. Sleepless and caffeine-free, I headed down to the front desk with a video on my phone to demonstrate the noise that had kept me awake all night. I tried to be gracious but I expected to be compensated. They offered to move us to another room, but we had to pack up all of our stuff and leave it with the bell desk for several hours because they had no available rooms. In exchange for our trouble, they removed one night of resort fee. Whoop-dee-doo. In my opinion, the most basic function of a hotel room is to allow a guest to sleep. If it cannot produce this effect, then there should not be a charge for the hotel room at all – not just a removal of the resort fee. However, I was too tired to argue about it. I packed up all my stuff and hauled it to the bell desk. I was without a room for the next four hours. Upon being assigned a new room, I was excited to unpack and try to get a restful nap to make up for the sleepless night before. To my surprise we had been upgraded to a room with a nice view. But then I noticed a repetitive thudding sound like you might hear when stopped at a traffic light in East Los Angeles. It seems the hotel room windows and floor were shaking in response to the bass and the oontz-oontz-oontz from the pool 15 floors below. Exhausted, I tried to nap anyway. After trying desperately for two hours, it was clear there was to be no nap. I could go on and on, but I'm sure you all are just waiting for me to say, "and get off my lawn". I assure you that I'm not generally a complainer. And lest you think I am just a cheapskate, I spent a few thousand dollars gambling. I had absolutely no luck. But this isn’t sour grapes about losing in the casino. I knew I was taking a chance in the casino. And I was okay with that. But I’m done with the resort fees, internet fees, mandatory gratuities, impending parking fees, and generally poor quality of service and amenities provided by the hotels in Las Vegas these days. Somehow Vegas hotels have gotten the idea that its guests are privileged simply to be their guests, and have forgotten the idea they they are the ones who are privileged to have us as guests. I have a trip booked for July and other folks are counting on me. I won’t cancel it. But after that, I’m done with Vegas.