Longtime lurker so I thought it might be time to give back a little. Some background… I have been going to Vegas for about 10 years. I have stayed up and down the strip but the last two years I have been staying downtown at the Golden Nugget. I’ve probably stayed there the last 5 or 6 trips with the last two being comped the room for three nights (Rush Tower). I like the Rush Tower because everything is just a little easier-closer to the table games, Fremont St and always a very quick check in. This was a bit of a last minute trip. I was able to arrange some vacation time and thought a visit to the desert was what I needed. Well it was a good visit and not so good visit for reasons you will soon learn. Took an early flight from my little town in Central Washington to connect in Seattle and then on to Vegas. This was the 1st time I had flown into the new terminal (3) that opened recently. Very quick walk compared to being at those horrible “A” gates for the past decade. However with the quick came a bit of confusion as I had no idea where zero level was to score my 1st deal with a $2 WAX ride to the hotel. Gave up looking at decided on a cab. “No tunnel, surface streets please”. “Really cause there’s lots of construction.” I smiled and said “I’ll take my chances.” After denying him the long haul he was actually a nice man from Ethiopia just working hard to make a few bucks. I gave him a couple of pics of Abe Lincoln because of the quick ride (didn’t really run into any construction delays, hmmm?). So only 25 minutes from landing to Nugget. I arrived about noon and they let me check in early with no hassle or surcharge. I’ve checked in early every trip, once at 10:30am, and always gotten my room immediately. Quick unpack and back down to walk around Fremont. Grab and beer and walk around. Exciting to see everything again even it is the same retail kiosks and god awful costumed characters. Some are pretty good, but the Larry the cable guy (not git’n’r done jackass) and SpongeBob Cardboard pants are pretty lame. The Marilyn Monroe I saw a couple of trips ago now that was talent. Anyway, what to do??? Well this isn’t my 1st rodeo (but if you’ve never been to a rodeo the NFR finals are in December, that’s some good info from a former lurker ). I want to stay up late so I realize being up since 4am that a couple hours napping in a cold room would do me good. Wake up with a need to-gamble, drink Crown and Coke’s and roll the bones. Well this night is not going to end well…and it didn’t. Fast forward to around 4am and the drink service has been extraordinary at the Nugget tables-but I’m getting ahead of myself. Many drinks on Fremont while watching the bands. The cover band Rock of Ages isn’t too horrible. It’s not that they were that excellent of musicians but it was cool that they really played a diverse mix of butt rock and pre-butt. Kickstart my heart, dude. Exit light Mr. Sandman, take my Photograph Fake Leopard. “Our next song is by Montrose.” Bad Motor Scooter?? Yep and it sounded decent. Better not let ODB down-time to make that money. Yeah, not so much. By 4am I’ve been up a couple grand and am down about half that. I love craps but sometimes the tables are pretty frigid. Times like this I have to go play blackjack and make a few bucks. Only blackjack is such a f*cking grind (at least to me). Have a few black chips in front of me and proceed to transfer those funds to the boxman at the craps table. At least I don’t remember much of the assault. It’s now 9am. Even for me that’s quite an all-nighter. So time to catch up on the dinner I didn’t eat (smoked a cigar) and the omelet I’m craving. I’m pretty sure I had the omelet and some French toast. But that’s about the extent of it. That puts a bow on what has been a very long morning, day, night and morning. Next chapter soon….