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Spiny's Semi-Solo Trip

Discussion in 'Vegas Trip Reports' started by SpinyNorma, May 10, 2010.

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  1. SpinyNorma

    SpinyNorma Low-Roller

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    My Trip Report

    My trip ran from 3/31 to 4/7. I'm late posting because Vegas sent me home with a little parting gift in the form of a truly disgusting virus that settled in to stay a while. Once that finally went away, my excuses are procrastination and, well, you know how inconvenient real (non-Vegas) life can be.

    A bit of background regarding the semi-solo aspect. I have an email group of roughly a dozen people. A couple of them I know from real life and the others I know through corresponding with them via emails for 10 years or so. One of them, Cindy, used to meet up with Jan (one of my real life friends from the group) and I in Vegas but pesky financial unpleasantness has made them drop out the last couple of trips, forcing me to go solo or not go at all. Of course I chose solo.

    This time, another person (Celia) from the group got the Vegas Bug and planned a solo trip of her own. As it turned out, her vacation time overlapped with mine so we made plans to finally meet up in person. She is also referred to as the Infidel, a nickname I bestowed on her so long ago that I no longer really remember what inspired it but I never let that stop me.

    Incidentally, as you may have guessed from the introduction, I tend toward those really long reports but I should be able to get the whole thing posted in one go.
     
  2. SpinyNorma

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    I left from my tiny local airport, which I called Rinky Dink Airport although it's become so badly run that I've changed the name to Fresh Hell Airport. This time, in a pleasant change of pace, everything goes well. The flights are uneventful and I make the long trek from Gate D to Baggage Claim with only the mildest of attacks seizing my acrophobic heart at the horrifying heights along the way. The taxi line really zips along and soon I'm on my way to the first stop in my three part stay, two nights at NYNY!

    This has long been one of my favorite places to visit but I had never stayed there. Now I was staying there on an offer available only to the very lowest of rollers, $39 a night for Wednesday and Thursday. I was so excited to finally be there that I almost forgot that my offer included instructions to check in via the coveted Invited Guest line.

    I'm sure I heard sighs of envy and awe from the mere mortals I left behind as I moved over to the line reserved for only the hoitiest and toitiest, although the spotlight and the choir of angels may have just been my imagination. Still, I vowed to myself to remain the same humble person I'd been before being elevated to the ranks of the exalted.

    Even my new elite status wasn't enough to get me a strip view without paying extra. Not wanting to ruin my reputation for being a micro roller (Besides, I can go outside and see the strip for free), I pass on that and accept my keys to room 3711 and head off to find the Empire Tower elevator.

    My room is easy to find, not far from the elevator and not close to the roller coaster. WooHOOOOOO! I'm winning already! Actually, the roller coaster was shut down because of high winds but it did run Thursday and I never heard it. So there.

    I'd always heard that the rooms in NYNY were really tiny but, by my proud standards anyway, it was fine. The windows were actually really tiny but, even so, I had a nice view of the mountains, Rio, Orleans, Monte Carlo, and a tad of the new City Center.

    As I'm checking out the room, I come across a surprise. Actually, it's kind of a two part surprise. Part One is that I seem to have a tiny little refrigerator in my room. Part Two is that said fridge is in the bathroom, under the counter that held the bathroom sink. It seemed like an odd choice of location but I wasn't going to bitch. We Invited Guests are gracious that way, you know.

    Further exploration led to the discovery of two extra pillows in the armoire. YAY! You just can't have too many pillows, in my humble opinion.

    I went down to the Greenwich Village food court and got a pastrami sandwich from the deli, which I brought back up to my room. I decided to go ahead and set up my laptop, bringing me to a moment of consternation.

    From what I'd heard and read, I was under the impression that internet access was included in the resort fee but this was not only saying there was a fee, but that there was a damn high fee of around $15 to boot. I was not happy. Damn you, internet! Why can't I quit you?


    I didn't really do much of interest Wednesday. I'm in that paradoxical state where I'm tired from the travel and all but too excited to be there to actually be able to get some rest. As a result, I don't really leave the hotel, other than my jaunt down to Walgreens to stock up on cokes.

    As usual, the Walgreens is further back than I remember it being. As I'm contemplating the logistics on how they manage to actually move an entire building each year, I notice there's an ABC store on the way. I pop in quickly and see the price of cokes is about $1.59--not bad but I figure I'll press on to Walgreens to see what they are there. As it turns out, the price was pretty much the same.

    I've done so little walking around so far that I'm not really even sore yet, so it's hard to work up the kind of cussing I'd normally do in this situation. Still, I do have my public to think of so I force myself to make the Noble Effort and mutter a few unseemly words.

    Back at the hotel, I get my free play loaded on my player's card (A whomping $10--just like a real low roller would get!) and find my beloved Goldfish slots. They return the love and I end up being up roughly $15. I can feel Vegas having a little tremor of FEAE at my tremendous powers.

    I take a bit of a nap (That would be back in my room, not at the slots. Mindful of Vegas' mobster past, I try to avoid sleeping with the goldfishes.), have some fish & chips, wander about, play some more slots but only the fishies showed me much in the way of love.
     
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    I woke up at some point to stumble into the bathroom (as all the really classy people do) and noticed that there seemed to be some sort of semi-circular lights shining over the armoire. Night lights for people who walk on the ceiling? I was vaguely puzzled but not enough to stay awake pondering it.

    I woke up again a little before 5 AM. I tried to go back to sleep but my brain kept yelling at me, "Hey, you're in Vegas!" and then it started telling me I was really hungry as well. My brain is a persistent bitch.

    After a few moments, I conceded that my brain did make a valid point. Besides, this was a nice change from its usual communications, which seem to largely consist of torturing me with earworms and giving me bad directions so it can laugh when I get lost. My brain hates me.

    I get dressed (because, again, that's what the classy people do and, as an Invited Guest, I now have an image to uphold) and head downstairs to America where I get the ham and eggs. It was good, although my waiter gave me only perfunctory attention compared to his other tables. I suspect he figured a single woman wouldn't leave much of a tip. It became a self-fulfilling prophecy for him.

    Newly fortified, I now have the strength to do my part for the economy and gamble. Sadly, by "gamble", I basically mean that I put money in assorted machines and watch them show me shiny lights and pictures as they eat my money.

    I find the Penguin slots I'd heard mentioned on the boards as being fun so I gave them a try. Too late, I remember that I used to work with someone we called the Penguin and she never did anything I liked either.

    I found the salute to my home state, Texas Tea, and played it, even though it was a nickel machine, which could have ruined my rep as a low roller. My little foray into high stakes gambling didn't go well and I walked away muttering how I didn't always like Texas either but there was no need for them to be hateful about it.

    I decided to give the Sex and the City slot machine a try. It wasn't doing too well for me either until I hit a shoe bonus, which made me think of my former partners in tacky tourism, Jan and Cindy. Apparently the machine could tell that, of our little trio, I was the only one who was pretty much rat's-ass-free when it came to caring about shoes, even shiny ones. It gave me the smallest possible bonus on my spin but that was still enough to allow me to take my money and run (in dull and sensible shoes) with some semblance of dignity.

    I'd had enough of experimentation and, tattered dignity in hand, return to my first love, the fishies. Unfortunately, they seemed to be miffed at my infidelity and ate my money like scaly little bitches.

    But speaking somewhat of which (that would refer to Infidels, not scaly little bitches), today was the historic day that I was to meet Celia. I say goodbye to my money and head back upstairs to get ready.

    As the shower's running, I remember my Dr Pepper in the handy dandy bathroom fridge and get it out for a pre-wash dose of caffeine, only to discover that the mysteriously placed fridge is apparently a mysteriously placed freezer. My drink is more solid than liquid.

    My brain gives me the very bad advice to open it anyway and then laughs uproariously when the drink spews all over. On the bright side, at least my brain gave me this very bad advice before I took my shower rather than afterwards. I take my remaining Pepper-cicle out to thaw, then shower, dress, and head out in search of more high classitude.
     
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    My plans for the day were to go head over to Monte Carlo, take the free tram that goes from there to City Center and then Bellagio. I was to meet up with Celia at the Bellagio and we'd have the buffet there.

    I'd only been in the Monte Carlo once before, and then very briefly, but it wasn't too hard to find my way to where the tram was. Let me rephrase--it wasn't too hard to find my way to where the damn escalator (I have a legendary fear of heights and escalators are torturous to me) to the tram was. I'm not seeing any sign of an elevator but I am not to be so easily deterred.

    I do spot a small herd of a rather confused and worried-looking people whose collective age probably rivaled the national debt number. Since several of them were sporting walkers, I suspected that they too were looking for an alternative to the Devil's Staircase so I decided to throw my lot in with them.

    There's a relatively young guy who seems to be with them and I figure he's their tour guide. He wanders around some, then goes out a door and comes back in a few moments later, announcing that he's found the elusive elevator. There is much rejoicing and we follow him back out. Those rat bastards had hidden it outside in a wily attempt to force us onto the Moving Stairway of Doom but they were no match for our determination!

    It takes a little while for us all to amass at the elevator and I notice an old guy giving me the eye. "You're not one of our group, are you?" he asks, not too geezerly for a mischievous twinkle. I confess that I am an interloper who infiltrated their ranks because I'm a big ol' sissy when it comes to heights and escalators. He says he thought I was a tad spry for their group. I think I love him.

    There's not enough room on the elevator for everyone so I let the group go up first and wait with the guide for them to send the car back down. The guide is really nice and apologizes to me for having to wait. I tell him I'm just grateful he found the elevator and that I'd go through a lot worse than a little wait time to avoid the escalators. Besides, it was kind of nice being "the kid" in a group again.

    The tram wasn't too bad. Actually, it wouldn't be bad at all if you don't have that acrophobic thing going. Soon I'm at the Bellagio. When I got off the elevator, I realized that I'm in the same area I ended up in when I got amazingly lost during my last visit. Having already enjoyed that experience, I decide not to bother this time and find my way to the Conservatory pretty easily.

    I'd suggested meeting there because it seemed like it was one of the easier places to find in the Bellagio. I look around but see no signs of the presence of an Infidel so I get out my cell phone and call her.

    She's staying at the Imperial Palace for the first leg of her trip. I'll be staying there for the last leg of mine and we were both staying at Fitzgerald's downtown over the weekend. She was a little worried that this seemed stalkerish but I pointed out that, since she was staying there first, it was more like pre-stalker behavior. So long as I didn't find any signs of Infidel HooDoo in the room when I checked in, I was fine with it.

    Anyway, she had just left the IP when I called and was coming on foot so I tell her to take her time and just call me again when she gets to the Bellagio.

    There's only so much to see in the Conservatory so I wander a bit as I wait. Not too far into my wanderings I come across a goldfish machine. It seems appropriate to spend a little time with one old friend while waiting on another so I take a seat and put in $20.

    I'm not doing remarkably well but not remarkably badly either when I get a bonus round with 20 free spins. Cue the joy! In the middle of those, I get a fish food bonus. Happy Dance!

    About then the phone rings. Celia's here! I'd planned to head back to the Conservatory to meet her when she called but I'm in the middle of a bonus round frenzy here. Having fallen for the siren song of the goldfish her own self, she understands and I give her directions for how to find my machine which is a pretty straight shot from the registration desk.

    My free spins are still going when I notice a disturbance in the Force and look up. There's a small blonde in front of me holding a sign which reads "Infidel HooDoo". This was either Celia or the most amazing coincidence ever.

    I finish off my spins, cash out with just under $45, and off we go in search of the buffet. Despite our individual navigational skills being better than usual today, together we seem to cancel out each other's efficiency and we wander fruitlessly. Still, not even the mighty Bellagio can hold of the Power of the Pushy (and hungry) Broads for long and we find the buffet before wasting away.

    There's a line but it moves pretty quickly and soon we're inside doing our salute to gluttony. Everything's going well. Sure, Celia's a little star-struck and she did try to curtsy to me (She claims she tripped a little but I wasn't fooled) but overall she did a great job of acting like she thought I was just a regular person. Come to think of it, everyone does a really good job of that. It must be my natural personal charm that puts people at ease. Yeah, that's it.

    Anyway, when we finally finished gorging ourselves, we decided to waddle over to Planet Hollywood to check it out. We paused on our way to catch the Bellagio fountain show before realizing that we were about 2 hours too early. After a minimum of discussion, we decide not to wait and continue onward.

    All is going well. We're walking, we're talking, we're crossing the street, we're...falling. Sadly, this would be the Royal We since Celia remains vertical while I...not so much.

    At first I thought it was just going to be a classy homage to the Dick Van Dyke Show opening, substituting tripping over the median for an ottoman, but no. That's not enough for me. No, I can't do things halfway. Not only do I prove that I am no Weeble, but I go all out and do a bit of body surfing on the median. Oh, the high classitude!

    I take a second to ascertain that, while it hurts like a bitch, I don't seem to have any actual real injuries. Well, outside of my dignity but it's hardly the first time it's been Gravity's bitch.

    Celia sweetly mentions that she thinks I may have outdone Cindy's famous thumping fall* in Dallas. I sweetly mention that I think I've remembered why we call her the Infidel.


    *When Jan and I first met Cindy in person, we all went to a mall in Dallas, entering through the Banana Republic store. Just inside the door was a large and apparently hollow dais with mannequins on it. Cindy, usually the classiest of us, tripped on the dais, hitting it with her shoe so that it produced a loud thump, much like a big bass drum, and getting the attention of everyone in the store. Some people really know how to make an entrance.
     
  5. SpinyNorma

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    We make it inside Planet Hollywood with no more rude rejections from the Vertical World and wander a bit, seeing some of the Miracle Mile area. We are eventually lured by the siren call of the goldfish. It's the first day that PH is officially part of the Harrah's player's card system so it seems rude not to welcome them, after all.

    We each put in a $20 and the fishies take us on a roller coaster of up and down. I believe we ended with Celia being down and me being not quite so down. I welcome her to the exciting world of micro rollers.

    We mosey out and head south. Neither of us having firm plans (or firm bankrolls), we end up back at my room at NYNY to hang out and talk.

    My remaining Dr Pepper is largely liquid by now but it still has a large berg of ice rising proudly from the soda and up toward the cap. I call it Dr Pepper's Salute to the Titanic. It rewards me for this by trying to spew on me when I attempt to open it.

    I ask Celia how the Elevators of the Damned at the IP are doing her. She says she's on the second floor so she just uses the stairs. They've put her in a fairly remote area (but not the dreaded Capri rooms) where she does some elaborate and circuitous route in order to get to the ice machines, involving going up, then over, then a bit of down in the EotD. I'm not sure on the details. Frankly, I got lost just listening.

    As it gets later, Celia notices the odd light reflection on the ceiling over the armoire and asks about it. We never solve this mystery but we do ascertain that the light comes from the top of the armoire. The light's just inside the top and there's a sort of broken circle pattern cut into the top of the armoire. We tried to get pictures to offer the mystery to the rest of the group but mine didn't come out.

    We hang out a while and then decide to get back out. I was wanting to check out what the new owner has done with the Tropicana and Celia was wanting to try again to do the Eiffel Tower ride. The winds had been really high all week so the ride had been shut down every time she tried.

    The Trop's not much out of her way so she moseys over with me. There's still a lot of construction going on there. It felt rather disorienting. It was like someone had picked up the casino/lobby floor of the Trop, turned it, and put it back down at a totally different angle. Most of the old stuff was there but in completely different places, including the registration desk.

    We don't spend a lot of time there. Dorothy beckons me over to Oz with promises of friendship but, once again, she lies. That's one cold bitch. I teach her a valuable lesson by deciding I've had enough.

    Once outside, I point Celia in the direction of the walkway bridge to MGM and recommend she take the bus from there to the Paris but, being an Infidel, she prefers to teach her feet a lesson and walk.

    I remember I'd originally planned to check out City Center after leaving the Bellagio but forgot in the excitement of meeting the Infidel. I consider going ahead and doing it now. I consider it for about as long as it takes me to say "Nah". It's been a long day and I'm tired so a quick stop at Nathan's Hot Dog on my way to my room for another nap is about all the activity I'm up for.

    Tomorrow the Infidel and I will meet again downtown.
     
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    I wake up around 3 hungry again. Nearly everything is closed except America but I'm not really hungry for a full meal. I end up going across to Excalibur where I get a couple of Krispy Kreme donuts. This fortifies me enough to take another nap. I begin to suspect that I am turning into a cat.

    When I wake up again, I go down and throw away some more money, then decide I had better start wrestling with my luggage. Once again, despite my intentions to the contrary, I have overpacked. Why, I ask myself, do I compulsively do this, even though I know it never works out well and I always end up cussing in a deeply heartfelt and impressive way? I mean, sure, that's always fun but it's not like I don't get plenty of opportunities to hear myself cuss.

    My eyes narrow. Yes, of course. This is the work of my Evil Brain, my sworn enemy who is always whispering bad ideas to me and then doing the Mad Scientist Laugh when I fall for them. I look around for a stabby pen to teach my Evil Brain a lesson.

    "Stop right there," my Evil Brain hisses at me. "No more talk of rebellion or I swear to you that I'll press the button that triggers a solid two hours of earworm inquiry into the possibility of being taken to Funky Town."

    I know from bitter experience that this was no bluff so, chastened, I cram and push and cuss until everything is packed and the luggage is zipped. This is, of course, the short version, leaving out the part where I did One Last Check about 12 times, found something I forgot to pack, and started the cycle over again.

    Still, every good time must end and eventually I had everything packed and it was time to head down the elevator one last time. There's no Invited Guest checkout so I get in line with the mere mortals. I'm all prepared to fuss about the internet charges but they aren't there. Apparently my imaginary tirade was quite effective. Modestly, I manage not to gloat.

    My plan is to try taking the new ACE bus to downtown. It had just started on 3/28 and there seemed to be a variety of opinions on whether you could board it with luggage. The reply to my email on the question basically said you could but it was up to the driver's discretion. I assumed this probably came down to how crowded it was and how much luggage you had.

    I get my ticket and call Celia while waiting. It turns out that little overachiever is already downtown so I tell her I'll call her back once I get there and checked in.

    I don't have any problem getting on the bus with my luggage, which consists of one average sized (albeit overpacked) wheeled bag and one wheeled backpack containing my laptop. I thought I might have to stand with my bags but I had a seat the whole way. It took probably about 30 to 45 minutes to get from MGM to the Fremont stop. Not bad for $3.

    Check in at Fitzgerald's was quick and easy. The elevators were convenient and easy to find (even for me) and soon I'm on my way to room 3128. The room's a little worn but it's clean and the beds are comfortable. I'd never stayed before but I had an offer to buy one night/stay the next night free so I was spending less than $60 for my Vegas Friday and Saturday. Does it pay to be a micro-roller or what?

    I call Celia to tell her I'm here and see if she wants to meet up for lunch but she's already eaten. We do meet in passing as I'm in search of sustenance. She'd eaten at the Courtyard Grill there at the hotel and said it was not great but not bad. I decide to pass and go wandering. I ended up eating at the Fremont buffet which wasn't great but parts of it were pretty good.

    I spent most of the day just wandering around, looking at stuff, and doing a bit of gambling. Once again, I was lured in by Dorothy's siren song, only to find that siren was coming from an ambulance that was planning to run me down. I limped over the goldfish who were miffed again but eventually relented enough to let me come out reasonably close to even.

    In my wanderings I found a place that had cokes for 99 cents and picked up a couple. I celebrated this by doing some more gambling. I did the majority of my gambling there at the Fitz because they'd given me a decent rate for very little gambling done over a year ago and, after all, it's only polite to dance with the one who brung you. That and it was damn convenient.

    After a while, I decided it was time to head back to the room. Once there, I put ice from the machine in my zip lock bags, put them with my cokes into my insulated bag to cold up, changed into my attractive comfort clothes (sweat pants with cat hair and Tshirt), checked my email, and then decided to check the inside of my eyelids for a while.
     
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    I woke up, took a shower, and started to get ready to head back out. The previous night, while removing my makeup, a stubborn bit of mascara had attached itself below my left eye, apparently figuring me to be the next best thing to Alice Cooper. It took a good bit of scrubbing to convince it otherwise.

    After my shower Friday evening, I checked the area and it seems that the scrubbing had been a bit more vigorous than I'd realized because it still felt a bit raw and sore. I took this to be a sign to end my attempts at beautification and my face went forth in shameless nekkidness for the rest of the trip.

    I get some caffeine in my system and head on out, just in time to catch the first overhead light show. In between light shows, I wander around checking out assorted things--casinos, the spray paint guy, a break-dancing duo, souvenir shops, the shark tank, etc.

    Somewhere in there I had to mosey into Mermaids for one of my most shameful Vegas addictions, the deep-fried Twinkie. The glory of its outrageous richness, its unrepentant total nutritional null--the only way this snack could be more American would be if it had a TV installed in it. Maybe next year.

    Most of the amusements were pretty interesting but there was one act that was really annoying me. It was some girl group that seemed stronger on volume and wiggling than talent. I don't know their real name but I thought of them as The Pussycat Dulls. They probably wouldn't have bugged me so much if they weren't always playing right before the light show. I'd think they were done and it was time for the show and then they'd start up again.

    I got hungry again during my wanderings and hunted around for somewhere to eat. My first thought was Magnolia's but the line was long and I didn't feel like waiting. I ended up going with the Chicago Pizza place there in Four Queens. It was okay but I wasn't overly impressed. I had another sucky waiter.

    After the midnight show, I get a $10 drink in a souvenir glass and sip my way back toward the Fitz. There's been a lot of wandering tonight and I decide to head back to my room to drop off my stuff and put my feet up for a bit.

    I get online, send my mom an email reassuring her that I have not yet been taken hostage by gaudy cannibals, check my mail, and flip through the TV channels. The next thing I know, I'm getting caught up in the complete and utter cheese festival that is Purple Rain.

    I vaguely consider heading back out to catch the 1:00 light show but my feet make the noble argument that I should stay put so that I could offer my full support to the tiny yet over the top Prince in his Moral Battle of the Cheese-Meisters with the dapper but diabolical Morris Day. It was the responsible choice.

    Besides, I needed to check with Celia about tomorrow. We have Fremont Street coupons for 2 for 1 buffets so I thought we might emulate the fancy folk and "do lunch". Not being sure if she was still up or not, email seemed to be the polite choice for communication.

    She was still up so we email back and forth a bit, deciding to use the Main Street Station buffet coupon for lunch tomorrow. We were both tired but neither of us was really sure exactly when we were going to conk out so I tell her to call or come by my room around 11.

    Before conking out for the night, I feel the need to go down and visit the fishes once or twice. They were varying degrees of glad to see me so finally I decided to go get some sleep and let them just sit there and wish they'd been more hospitable. It was harsh but how else were they going to learn?
     
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    Saturday dawned nicely--or so I'll assume. I didn't get up until sometime after 10 myself. I take a shower and make slow, groggy moves toward getting ready when I realize that I still haven't heard from Celia. Should I head out and wait for her to call or maybe I should just call her? But I don't want to wake her if she's still asleep. I decide to email her and tell her to call me when she's up.

    But she beats me to it by emailing me with essentially the same message. Well, hers said she tried to call me but I didn't answer. That's when I remember that I'd plugged the phone in to charge it up last night and had totally forgotten it until now.

    Given time, I could have surely found a way to make this all her fault but that would go against my sweet nature so I just call her back instead. We meet up and head on out toward Main Street Station.

    I show her the short cut through the Vegas Club. This is followed by me pointing out to her what a better short cut this is if you actually go out the right door in the back of the casino rather than one in the middle. Still, it's a nice day, albeit windy again, so no big deal really.

    Celia doesn't have a player's card so we go by the booth and get her one. Now we head back to the buffet, only to have them point out that you have to take the coupon to the (Did you guess?) player's card booth to redeem it for a voucher. D'OH! The Gods of Irony (Idiot Division) have followed us to Vegas.

    So back we trudge, get the voucher, and trudge back yet again. The line has doubled in our absence but this just means that instead of one group being in front of us, now there were two, so we humbly accepted our punishment.

    After lunch, we waddle out. This wears us out so much that we decide to take a break and try out Celia's new card on the fishies. I take a machine at the end of a row. Celia starts to sit next to me but notices there's already a card in there. A woman comes up and says she's done with the machine but it ate her $5 without giving her any play. Celia decides to go for the machine next to that one instead.

    A slot attendant come up to check out the machine. He opens it up and checks the reading. Near as we can figure, she apparently put her money in and left for a minute. At any rate, the machine's records showed someone played that $5 at max, using up the money in just a couple of spins. Bummer.

    Luckily, Celia and I were more savvy gamblers and knew that the key to success was to stay with your machine until you lost your money yourself, rather than trusting strangers to lose it for you. I was plodding along, not winning much but not losing much. Celia, on the other hand, was triggering the rabid rumba that signaled yet another bonus round roughly every 3.2 spins.

    I begin to suspect Infidel Hoo Doo, or at least extreme rudeness in hogging all the bonuses, but she points out that these bonuses, while frequent, were some of the worst ever, nearly all of them featuring that bastard Burpie.

    For the uninitiated, when you get one of the random bonuses on the goldfish machine, a fish bowl appears on the screen and one of the goldfish plops down into it to award you the bonus. One of these is that bastard Burpie.

    What he does is burp out three numbers (hence his name) which are then multiplied by how much you've bet on each line. This doesn't sound too bad...until you realize that Burpie tends to burp out little numbers, including zero--and that bastard tends to put the zero in front too.

    I have to admit, Celia was getting some of the most pitiful excuses for bonuses in the history of slot machines. In fact, I saw Burpie outdo himself when he gave her a whomping 024 for her bonus. She was just betting one credit per line so that came out to a big 24 cents.

    This actually made me feel somewhat benevolent toward Burpie for what I had, till then, considered to be the most hateful, stingy bonus ever which he had previously inflicted on me--047. And I was betting 3 per line. We bonded in our hatred of Burpie.

    In the end, I cashed out with close to twice my original $20. Celia, on the other hand, well, she made hers last a long time and put up a valiant fight before her $20 finally gasped its last.

    We head back to Fremont Street and look around. She shows me where she found even cheaper cokes (67 cents!) and we both stocked up. I also got some post cards to go with the ones I got last time I was in Vegas and still haven't gotten around to sending. At this rate, I'll soon have enough to open my own store called Unsent Postcards.

    After some more wandering, looking, and general jabbering, we headed back to the Fitz and our respective rooms to rest up for the night's festivities.
     
  9. SpinyNorma

    SpinyNorma Low-Roller

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    Part of my opulent Micro Rollers Benefits Package was two free tickets to Kevin Burke's comedy show at the hotel, Fitz of Laughter. A price like that is hard to beat so we head down to the player's desk to get the vouchers.

    The show isn't till the oddly precise time of 9:13 and that's still more than a couple of hours off so we have some time to kill. Since we're both pretty hungry again by now, supper seems to be a good way to kill the time. Neither of us is hungry for anything specific really so it seemed like as good a time as any to use our other twofer coupon at the Fremont buffet.

    Having learned our lesson this morning, we went straight to the player's club desk to redeem the coupon for a voucher. This would have saved us time except that we got a very new and diligent girl working the desk who's concerned because the coupons expired on 3/31.

    I told her I knew this but that the Fremont Street people are notoriously bad about updating the coupons so most places just go ahead and take the previous month's ones. She's very nice, actually, but just can't bring herself to defy the expiration date on her own.

    She has paged others with more power and authority (I'm guessing that would be nearly everyone) several times and apologizes to us for their slow response time. I'm kind of guessing that we are not the first nor the most minor thing she's paged them for.

    Finally someone showed up. He seemed to be having a really hard time working up a rat's ass worth of caring about this moral crisis but perhaps he was a secret softie who couldn't bring himself to break her diligent little heart by overruling her astute observation of the expiration date. Or maybe he figured if he went along with it, she'd stop paging him. At any rate, we were DENIED. Oh, the shame. Oh, the horror.

    Bravely we head back out and review our options again. I tell her I hear Magnolia's is supposed to be good so we decide to try there. There's a twofer entree deal if you have a players card but neither of us do and neither of us feels like jacking with the line to get one.

    There was a line to get in again but it wasn't as long as it had looked last night and it moved fast so we joined it. Although the place was packed, they were moving pretty quickly so we didn't have to wait long. Celia got the steak sandwich and I got the French dip. That was one of the best French dips I've ever had. I'd definitely go back again.

    We head on back to the Fitz again and find the area where the show will be pretty easily. It's amazing how much easier that sort of thing is once you break down and ask someone who actually knows where things are.

    There's a guy at a table who's selling tickets to the show and, in our case, exchanging vouchers for actual tickets. He has an almost frightening enthusiasm for his job. In fact, his enthusiasm is so great that it reminds me of my youngest cat, Bogey, who has an aboslute obsession with me throwing a stuffed mouse for him to bring back for more throwing. I decide it's best to move away quickly before he can suggest we kill time with a game or thirty of Fetch.

    We've still got some time to kill before the show so we wander around the slot machines on the floor. There are no goldfish or anything else that calls to us so we finally pick the two white-trashiest machines right next to each other. Celia's had an east coast flair and involved shrimpers. I went for a more Back Home flair and got one involving rednecks, barnyard critters, and twisters. Neither of us won much (I lost my $20) unless you count that we got a free drink from the cocktail waitress and they let us bring them in to the showroom.

    The show was pretty good and even better for the price. We both had a good time. Afterwards, she came by my room where, knowing that Cindy would be after me if I didn't, I made her pose with the Infidel posters. Unfortunately, neither came out well. I suspect the use of Infidel Hoo Doo.


    We spent a few minutes discussing the next day. I was checking out and heading back to the strip while Celia was staying on at the Fitz and heading back home Monday morning.

    Checkout is at 11. We decide I'll stash my luggage in her room and we'll do one last lunch and hang out a bit more before I leave downtown.
     
  10. SpinyNorma

    SpinyNorma Low-Roller

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    I had arrived downtown via the new ACE bus. One of its good points is that it makes fewer stops on the strip so it's quicker than the old Deuce bus. One of its drawbacks, ironically, is that it makes fewer stops on the strip. It was fine for coming to downtown because I was staying near the stop by MGM. Coming from downtown, however, none of the stops were near the IP, and knowing that I'd be hauling luggage made them seem even further.

    I'd debated taking the ACE to one of its stops on the strip and then taking a cab from there. In the end, I just didn't feel like jacking with it and decided to go the more expensive but much easier route of just taking a cab all the way.

    That decided, I dropped my bags off in Celia's room and we headed out to lunch. Again, neither of us is really hungry for anything specific so we decide to go with cheap. We have a coupon for a twofer at Binion's cafe so that's where we head. No one there is new or diligent enough to give a damn about the expiration date.

    We each get a burger. They were pretty good, but I found myself missing the downstairs restaurant that they'd closed. Even so, I had no complaints with the burger, which was large and filling.

    We each get our picture taken with the million dollars and then set to trying to earn our own million with the goldfish. This was a nice way to kill some time but the million dollar plan didn't work out so well.

    I'd promised Duncan (my nephew who was doing house and pet sitting for me while I was in my Shiny Tacky Mecca) some sunglasses and I wanted to get some key chains, both of which I figured would be cheaper downtown so we set out in search of them. This was a quest more easily achieved than the million dollar plan and afterwards we moseyed down to Fremont East to take a look.

    There wasn't that much to see really. While we were in the area, we popped into the El Cortez to take a peek. There wasn't that much to see there either so we moseyed our way back. I had also meant to take a look at the newly redone Gold Spike but never did get around to it. It was getting time for me to move on to the strip and Celia was going to head back to Binion's to earn enough points by 4:00 to get a free Tshirt.

    We fetched my stuff from her room and she walked with me to the cab stand where we said our goodbyes and I was off to the Imperial Palace. There was a lot of traffic on the strip so the fare came to about $22 before tip. I headed inside to start the last leg of my shiny journey.

    My glory days of Invited Guest lines were over and I had to adjust to standing in the lowly Regular People line, just like--well, lowly regular people. The line wasn't very long, actually, so there wasn't really time for me to work up to a Diva moment. That's probably just as well since those Norma Desmond impressions tend to look bad at one's eventual competency hearings.

    Even so, they seemed to recognize the residual traces of my Brush with Registration Greatness because check in was a breeze. My room was ready and as I had requested--two queen beds (I like to dump all my stuff on the spare bed, plus there's extra pillows) and a smoking room. I was offered the choice of a high or low floor and went with high, not wanting to go through Celia's weird maneuvers with her second floor room.

    I get my keys and head toward the Elevators of the Damned when something the clerk said sinks in. Did she say I was in Tower 5? I check the stuff she gave me and YES! It does say Tower 5! Tower 5 has its own elevators and they are NOT the Elevators of the Damned!

    I turn into the alcove for Tower 5 and, trembling with hope, I press the button for the elevators. Oh. My. God. A car arrives in a very reasonable amount of time! No hordes of desperate (albeit shiny) zombies come rushing out, frenzied at the idea of finally being released from their slow motion cell.

    Fearing that I would wake up at any moment to find out this was all a cruel dream, I stepped inside and pressed the button for my floor. Amazingly, it zips right up to 12 before I even have time to mutter my usual prayer to survive the ride. I begin to wonder if I'm hallucinating.

    There's only one way you can turn once you get off the elevators, greatly increasing the chances of me finding my room without getting lost. Sure enough, just a quick jog down the hallway and there I am at room 1289!

    A little later I would learn the major drawback to my Tower 5 Heaven when I went in search of the ice machine. While I didn't have to go to another floor to get ice (one of the few drawbacks at NYNY), it was a fair trek from the room--going down my hallway a ways, turning and going down another hallway, then making another turn and going a shorter trip to get to the ice machine.

    Actually, it really wasn't all that bad a trek. The problem was that for the rest of my stay, every single time I left my room, intending to head to the elevator, I would turn the wrong way first. After the first 27 times or so, however, I wised up and recognized that I was going the wrong way much earlier in the journey. I'm smart that way. :rolleyes2:
     
  11. SpinyNorma

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    I get myself settled in, email my mom to keep her settled down (Hey, she's a worrier), and decide to head out to inaugurate the IP slots.

    Once again, the elevator arrives in a timely manner and deposits me at the lobby, also in a timely manner. My eyes well with joy but I've promised myself that I won't actually cry. Again, it's the sort of thing that looks bad at one's eventual competency hearing--unless, of course, the judge is familiar with the Elevators of the Damned but that's nothing you should count on.

    Setting aside the sad thrill that comes from having incredibly low standards, I head out to try my luck on shinier machines. The goldfish are moderately friendly to me but then I get drawn to that cold bitch Dorothy who quickly humbles me.

    Chastened, I wander around in search of new torment. I notice a couple of Monopoly machines near, coincidentally enough, the glorious elevators to Tower 5 but neither is the one I like, Grand Hotel. One of them is a game I've tried before and didn't care much for but the other is a space-themed one I hadn't seen.

    I figure what the hell and sit down to play. It's going okay and then I hit a bonus round. Then I hit the Space Bonus within that bonus round. That bonus kept going and going and going until....Well, let's let a picture tell the story:

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    Like the high class person that I am, I resist the urge to do the WooHOO Dance around the casino and instead calmly and coolly get my ticket, cash it in, and head back up to my room where I do the WooHOO Dance.

    This kind of high classitude can work up an appetite and I decide to head out to Ellis Island for the steak special. I'd been planning to walk there and maybe splurge for a cab on the way back. After my big win, I decided to live it up and cab it down there as well.

    They're busy, as usual, so I put my name on the list. I gave my last name but he interprets it as a first name and it somehow gets turned into "Alice". I think of correcting him but what the hell. I've been called a lot worse things for lot better reasons so I let it stand. Tonight, I am Alice.

    I wander around a bit but nothing really calls to me (or to Alice, for that matter) so I mosey back toward the restaurant area. I'm still on the wait list but it's a shorter list now, plus a seat has opened up on the waiting bench.

    Sitting down is always good but this has the added benefit of giving me an opportunity to try to catch my notes up a bit. I confess that this trip, I have been really, really bad about getting way behind in my note-keeping. I can only blame this on Infidel Hoo Doo.

    The steak special is good, as always, and I'm about to find someone to ask to call a cab for me when I remember something. I never did cash in that ticket from when I met Celia at the Bellagio.

    Amazingly, I'm really not having any major problems with my feet or legs this year. Don't worry--I'm still getting my money's worth out of the geezer cream. I'd strained a muscle in my arm before leaving and what with purses, overpacked luggage, and general usage, it was keeping the geezer cream from feeling neglected.

    At any rate, the relatively good condition of my feet and the need to cash in my ticket before I forgot again and ended up finding it after I got home which would result in a round of Extreme Cussing that could shatter the ears of all within a 3 mile radius....Where was I? Oh, yeah. I decided I'd go ahead and walk to the Bellagio.

    This wasn't the tragic decision it would have been most years but it didn't take long into my journey to realize that the tornado force winds had returned. Okay, that's something of an exaggeration but it was really damn windy out there.

    It felt great to get out of the wind and duck into Bally's and I found myself taking my sweet time passing through. From there, I braved the winds again until I could get inside Bellagio.

    My big win now safely in hand, it's now time to brave the gales once more and head back to the IP. On the way, the winds blow me into the Flamingo where circumstances, namely the need to sit down and to get out of the wind, conspire to make me think it would be a good idea to play some more slots and give back some money to them. Luckily, that bitch Dorothy is occupied or I'd have lost even money.

    When I force myself back out into the World O' Wind, someone has parrots in the area by the door closest to the Margaritaville souvenir shop. No touching but we could take pictures so I took a couple.


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  12. SpinyNorma

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    Monday I decided I was going to go back to Planet Hollywood and use my 20% off coupon to have lunch at Planet Dailies. It's another majorly windy day and it feels a little damp too. They had forecast rain for several of the days I'd been there but it never did do anything. Since the sky was blue with only a couple of wispy clouds, I didn't figure today was the day either.

    I make it across the street without doing any swan dives and head over to the bus stop. As I'm standing there, I thought I felt something on my arm. Then again a moment later. And again. There on the sidewalk--is that a couple of small wet splotches? And again there?

    The guy next to me at the bus stop and I look at each other and then at the maybe 5 wet drops on the sidewalk. Is this rain? The sky is still blue but we're rooting on it being rain, since the alternative is pretty much a really impressive long distance spitter.

    At any rate, that seems to conclude the rain festivities. About then I realize I forgot to bring the restaurant coupon with me. I debate going back for it but then decide I don't really care 20% worth.

    Lunch was good. I had the lobster fettuccine. Afterwards I offered the Gambling Gods a chance to make friends but the uppity wenches snubbed me. Fine. Just be that way. I strolled out and looked around, trying to decide where to head next. Aha!

    I never had made it over to City Center and here it was, essentially right across the street. There's even a new overhead walkway between PH and there. Obviously, this was a sign! Looking back, I realize now that some signs say "Beware".

    My first hint was when I got off the elevator. Most of the walkways have walls which are solid roughly halfway up and then Plexiglas the rest of the way. I can handle this by now. These bastards, on the other hand, are just Plexiglas. And the walkway is roughly the length of the Golden Gate Bridge. And it's really, really windy. Oh, and I'm a really big wuss when it comes to heights. I'm not sure I've mentioned that before.

    Wuss or not (Yeah, we both know the answer to that question. Shut up.), I was there so I might as well go for it. I try to stay in the middle and just look straight ahead but, of course, the population of Brooklyn is there and conspiring to try to make me move over next to the Wall O' See-Through Terror. Other people can be so inconvenient in that rat bastard sort of way.

    I finally make it across, only to find that what the walkway connects to is still under construction. I have to walk across an adjacent and equally horrifying walkway to get to something that's open. On the bright side, when you're walking with your head somewhat down and muttering darkly about rat bastard conspiracies, those inconvenient other people do tend to pretty much leave you alone.

    I finally make it inside to the Crystals section of City Center. It's not much better than the bridge, although it is prettier and out of the wind. Actually, it's not really that pretty either. It's largely white expanses with overpriced shops and those clear freaking banisters so you can be sure to enjoy the thrill of acrophobia.

    I finally find an elevator and make my way to the bottom floor. It's still largely expanses of white and overpriced stores but at least it's not accompanied with heart-thumping and stomach-churning. Hey, my standards are low. There are a few sculptures and such that are interesting but overall, I wouldn't recommend making a big effort to see it.

    I was going to try to make it back to Aria to see the casino area but I seemed to run out of lower level. I really didn't want to go back up wandering around the Great White Tundra of Heights so I found a door and went out.

    I soon found that the rat bastards had thought of this escape route and fixed it so you couldn't really get anywhere from there so I was forced to cuss my way to the elevator and get back on the Thousand Mile Walkway O' Doom.

    I hit on a strategy of getting behind someone big who was walking in the middle and just concentrating my attention on their back. This worked fine, except the bastards would always start heading over to the Plexiglas View O' Terror. It's really hard not to believe in conspiracies sometimes.

    After a million years, I finally made it back to terra firma on the other side of the street. I resisted the urge to kneel down and kiss the ground, if only to keep people from thinking I was body-surfing again.

    The wind had really cranked up again. At some point, it finally dawned on me that I was wearing a hoodie jacket and I pulled the hood up. Now I felt like a fat Cornholio in bad drag but it didn't feel like my brain was getting windburn so I didn't really care.

    I ducked into the Paris casino to get out of the wind and because I just really love looking around in there. Before I realize what's happened, I get sucked into the place with the pretty pastries again. I'm just too tender-hearted for a place like that and the next thing I know, I've adopted a couple of pieces to take home with me. What can I say? I'm a big softie.

    I follow Paris until it turns into Bally's. Eventually I run out of inside and have to go back out. By the time I'm coming up to the Flamingo, it's sprinkling again--slightly more than the pitiful amount at the bus stop but barely worthy of being called rain.

    I cut through the Flamingo to get out of the wind. While I'm there, it seems only polite to drop in on a couple of my slot friends so I do that. Apparently they weren't much in the mood for company because they aren't showing me a lot of love.

    Onward I trudge, bracing myself to get back out there in the Winds Of War. As I open the door, I see that it's started really raining while I was inside. We're not talking monsoons (although the wind was giving that a mighty good try) but it was a pretty respectable rain, enough to get everything good and wet.

    I was pretty soggy and cold by the time I made it back to the IP. I headed back upstairs via the Blessed Elevators O' Competence to warm up, dry off, and generally recuperate.

    Later I worked myself up enough to get out a little bit. I walked up to Casino Royale to use the cheap ATM (It is worth the walk; it only charges a dollar fee which is way better than any other I've seen on the strip) and then back to Harrah's where I used my coupon for $5 off the buffet.

    I'd never eaten there before but I was pretty favorably impressed. It was a lot better than Flamingo's. The barbeque chicken was surprisingly good.

    Afterwards I tried out some more slot machines but apparently I'd used up all my luck on finding a good meal. Fine. I'd show them. I made my way back homeward. I took a nap and then spent the rest of the night alternating between goofing off online and trying to coax the slots into showing me some love. They showed me a little like but that's as far as we got.

    Around 2, I started getting hungry again so I moseyed back over to the Flamingo to try the after midnight special at the Burger Joint, burger and fries for $2. It was pretty good but the special doesn't include a beverage and that jumped the price up to about $7. Still, not bad.

    Back at the IP, I decided to try once again to coax the space Monopoly game into loving me again. It was reluctant at first but eventually it could resist my pitiful pleas no longer and put out.


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    Like any cheap date, now that I was satisfied, I was ready to go to sleep.
     
  13. SpinyNorma

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    It's Tuesday, my last day in tacky paradise and I head over to the Mirage to look and wander. I had lunch at the buffet, followed by more wandering, but now with more waddle. I hadn't been planning to go to the Secret Garden but I found myself by the door for it and had a what the hell moment.

    It was a nice day, amazingly without monsoon winds, so I took my time wandering around.The big cats were pretty lethargic (as cats tend to be) but the dolphins were feeling perky. They were doing the Trainer for a Day thing but the real show was at the tanks with the three males. They were jumping and dancing and coming right up to the underground windows. They really seemed to be having a hell of a good time.

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    Afterwards, I decided it was time to bury the hatchet with Treasure Island. I've had an unreasonable jihad against it since our first trip when we were so tired and sore but the sadistic driver of the now-rightfully-defunct Trolley of Death (Winner of that year's Find Every Damn Pothole in Vegas contest)insisted on circling it endlessly until we were sick of the very sight of it.

    I got on the tram (which, thankfully, didn't require climbing up to dizzying heights to board) between Mirage and TI and went forth on my peace mission. I went into a souvenir shop, which was manned by an extremely enthusiastic young girl, and got a few things. One bright spot to the bad economy, outside of perks being offered to us micro-rollers, is that a lot of souvenirs are marked down, bringing them down to being only moderately overpriced.

    Nothing of particular interest happened there and eventually I moseyed back out and across the overhead walkway to Palazzo. Here I managed to get rather spectacularly lost in an area with lots of overpriced stores.

    After a while, I finally made it out of there and into the Venetian food court area. I was still full from the buffet but my throat was feeling sore so I got a shake from one of the places. It was pretty good too.

    The Venetian is always pretty to look at but I was feeling tired so, after getting lost a couple more times, I found my way out and headed homeward. It was (surprise!) windy again so I ducked into Casino Royale for a bit. They had Tshirts on sale, two for $10, so I got a couple.

    The wind hadn't settled down any while I was in there so I ducked into Harrah's to escape. I tried my hand at a couple of machines but they appeared to be tired too. I was about to mosey on when I saw her.

    Dorothy. She smiled in her demure yet shiny way at me and beckoned me to come over. I tried to resist, truly I did, but I was weak. Damn her shiny gingham hide!

    I gave her $20 and sat back, awaiting the inevitable hosing. To my amazement, I got a bonus round. And a REAL bonus round, not those tiny ones she'd been taunting me with! With two character bonuses within that bonus! I cashed out and ran before she could sucker me again.

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    To be honest, I had mixed feelings. It felt good to be back in the bonus graces again but, deep down, I knew it was all just part of her wily Kansas way--a mere trick to lure me back into her spell. The worst part is that I know it worked. I resisted her for the rest of this stay but I know I'll be back.

    I went back to my room and rested up a bit. I decided to go try the Pizza Palace at the IP and found the right elevator. This one, too, worked just like a real elevator should. Very exciting. Sad really.

    The Pizza Palace seemed to be closed but while I was there, I saw the signs for the Elvis exhibit. I'm not much of an Elvis fan but it was cheap and I was right there so what the hell.

    It was pretty interesting. The guy who owned all the memorabilia was there and he came up and talked to me some about it. There was a sign when you went in about not taking flash pictures but he told me to take as many as I wanted to. Nice guy.

    I'd been planning to go see George Wallace that night but my throat was still feeling sore and I was just feeling too beat to bother. Instead I spent my last night festively playing Luggage Tetris, trying to arrange and rearrange my already overpacked bag to hold everything. I capped off the festivities by going to sleep.

    I woke up early, around 5, took a shower and then played another round of Luggage Tetris to fit in the last few things that hadn't been packed yet.

    I had originally booked a flight leaving around 2:00 but the rat bastards canceled that flight and rebooked me on one leaving at 11 so I didn't really have time to do much of anything that last morning. I decided the best use of my time was to go downstairs and see if I could talk the slots into some last minute love.

    They were pretty lukewarm to my overtures. The best I was getting was that they'd toy with me before taking my money. Even my new buddy, the space Monopoly, was being cold to me. I had a sad.

    After going pitifully from one old but now cold friend to another, I found myself back at the Monopoly one. He tried to resist my charm but eventually he gave in to my pleas and showed me some love.

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    My heart was full but my stomach was empty so I went up to Hash House A Go Go to try them out. I got the French toast and people weren't kidding--the portions were huge. It was pretty good and I made as much headway on it as I could.

    Time was running out so I went back upstairs, made one last What Did I Miss tour of the room, and headed out.

    The airport was largely uneventful. I did my usual ritual of playing a Texas Tea machine and hit an oil rig bonus. I cashed out about $10 up.

    The plane went over the Grand Canyon on the way back. I've been on flights that did before but I was always on the wrong side of the plane to see it. This time I was finally on the right side. That's one impressive hole in the ground, even from that height.


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    Outside of that, the only remarkable part of the ride was that my ears really started stopping up and then hurting during what felt like the longest descent ever. We were a little slow getting to pull into our terminal because something had happened earlier at DFW to throw off the schedules.

    Luckily, I killed a little time getting out my boarding pass for the flight home and looking at it. I was thinking I still had the same 7:30 flight out of DFW that I'd originally booked but saw that they'd moved that flight up as well.

    Even so, I still had some time to kill so I got supper at the same barbeque place where I'd had breakfast on the way out. It was, once again, good but this time I did spill on myself. Obviously a sign that my Vegas Self had expired and I was back to Regular Me again. Oh well.

    Unfortunately, I brought something back from Vegas besides souvenirs and dirty laundry. I was sick as the proverbial dog for the next three or four days, setting a new record for snot production. Oddly enough, the Guiness people were unimpressed when I tried to call to report this new record. Obviously a jealous case. Luckily, the nastiness largely cleared up just in time for me to go back to work. What a highlight!
     
  14. SpinyNorma

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    Incidentally, the whole trip is written up and posted but the last few entries have pictures so apparently they have to be approved by a moderator before posting. The world (even Vegas!) being full of naughtiness, I can understand that rule.

    I don't know how long it takes for them to do the approval thing but, since these pictures are rather tame, I would imagine the rest of the report will be up as soon as they can get time to check them out. Until then, hum a little song, go to the bathroom, and otherwise pretend it's intermission/halftime/talk amongst yourselves or whatever else is applicable.
     
  15. bigred4770

    bigred4770 Tourist

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    Just wanted to say that this was an excellent trip report - very detailed. Thanks!
     
  16. SpinyNorma

    SpinyNorma Low-Roller

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    Thanks, Bigred! I'm nothing if not overly verbose.:ssst:
     
  17. doctor_al

    doctor_al VIP Whale

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    Verbose, but a good read. :thumbsup:

    [email protected] username.

    oh, and can empathize with the acrophobia, although you have it much worse than I.
     
  18. Jinx

    Jinx VIP Whale

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    Great report, enjoyed it.
     
  19. jaxjoe

    jaxjoe Guest

    Very nice...and entertaining...Thanks!:beer:
     
  20. shobi

    shobi Low-Roller

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    A very enjoyable read, thanks for sharing

    :beer:
     
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