1. Welcome to VegasMessageBoard
    It appears you are visiting our community as a guest.
    In order to view full-size images, participate in discussions, vote in polls, etc, you will need to Log in or Register.

THREE SISTERS/ONE SON, AUGUST 3-10, 2012 (aka "DADDY READS BOOKS")

Discussion in 'Vegas Trip Reports' started by northerngirl, Aug 19, 2012.

Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.
  1. northerngirl

    northerngirl Low-Roller

    Joined:
    Jul 3, 2007
    Messages:
    471
    Location:
    Northern Minnesota
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    40

    My Trip Report

    BRIEF BACKGROUND OF PARTICIPANTS:
    Tammy…baby sister from Wisconsin.
    Colleen…middle sister who lives in Mpls./St. Paul area.
    Me…I am the oldest sister from Duluth. (This is my first Vegas trip as a 60 year old woman.)
    Erik…my oldest son who lives in Houston.
    Tammy, Erik, and I go to Vegas every August. Colleen goes to Vegas on the “even year plan”, which being 2012 made it a complete three sister and one son trip.
    WARNING: Report consists of 6,184 words, we stay downtown, no fancy dining, and too much detail. The sisters and I laugh about our memory issues. Hence, all the detail.

    FRIDAY, AUGUST 3
    The sisters knew it would be a long day waiting for our 7:55 p.m. flight to Vegas. To add insult to injury, Erik would be arriving in Vegas eight hours before us. We told him to pick up two twelve packs of pop (soda) for us so we wouldn’t have to make a trip to Walgreen’s at 11:00 p.m. To help pass the time, the sisters met at my house to start our Pre Vegas Party on my deck. We packed the alcohol and room snacks and started weighing our suitcases. Why is it so difficult to stay under Allegiant’s 50 pound weight restriction? Our suitcases were each shy of 50 pounds. We certainly would have to make sure the three liters of Vodka and all the snacks would be gone by the time it was to come home. As is tradition, we stopped at one of our favorite hamburger joints on the way to the airport for a cocktail(s) and a burger. Since booking our tickets in early January, the weight limit has now been changed to 40 pounds. This is certainly going to be a problem for our next trip!

    Our flight was 40 minutes late. Luckily, Colleen kept us entertained at the airport figuring out who the terrorists were. Then she had to figure out who the special agents were that would be thwarting the terrorists every move. Okay, it doesn’t take much to entertain us. On the plane there was an altercation between a guy sitting in front of us and a woman traveling with her three kids. She was trying to get seats together for them. For some odd reason, the guy in front of us kept making nasty comments to her telling her to just sit anywhere. Seriously, cheer up…we are on a plane to Vegas!

    The two sisters have perfected their method of getting in the back seat of the cab leaving me to sit in the front seat. The driver said he was going to take the fastest route and I told him no tunnel please. He had to quickly swerve through several lanes of traffic to change his route. Needless to say, he was pissed! Okay, very awkward sitting up front with the silent cab driver. (Cab ride, including two dollar tip…$35).

    We arrived at the California around 11:00 p.m. As usual, I asked if there were any complimentary upgrades available. I was surprised when the desk clerk upgraded us to a mini suite in the east tower. The room has a sitting area and a TV area which makes the room larger than the average CAL room. With the three of us sharing a room, we were in heaven! Unpacked our bags, had cocktails, and set up our bar/snack counter.

    The sisters and Erik hadn’t seen each other since the holidays and they all have lost weight. (Erik lost 60 pounds). Erik picked up Colleen twirling her around several times with the three of them saying “you look good”, “no, you look good”, etc. During our session of cards, it was fun catching up with Erik on his day’s activities and the “friends” he had made. Because he has issues remembering his room number, I did give him the tip that I read on this board of taking a picture of your room number. He told us that not only did he remember to take a picture of his room number, he even took a picture of the outside of the CAL (Caucasions Are Limited)…just in case he forgot the hotel he was staying at. At one point, he did ask the pit boss to please give him a warning as he deserved it. Even though it was obvious Erik was in his cups, request denied.

    Erik had been hitting it hard so decided to call it a night. For some unexplainable reason, he has an issue of not wanting us to know his room number. I am not sure what he thinks is going to happen if we know where he is. However, we needed to get our two 12 packs of pop from him so we could mix our morning cocktails. He let us go up the elevator with him and made us wait there. He somehow managed to make it down the hall to his room. We looked down the hall and Erik is now carrying a twelve pack of pop and a Hawaiian gentleman is carrying the other twelve pack. We asked Erik where he found his friend and he responded that all Hawaiians are just friendly. (I think he was being helped as he had dropped one of the 12 packs and had cans rolling in the hallway.) We told Erik that we would probably be at the pool around 8:30. Out of the blue, he looks at us and says “Daddy reads books”. There was at least a full minute of complete silence as we didn’t know what he was talking about, nor did we even know how to respond. Then I remembered his wife telling me that there are occasions that Erik will walk around their house talking in the third person. I said, “I think he is talking in the third person”. It is probably one of those instances where you had to be there to see the humor in it, but it got us laughing where we couldn’t stop. Erik somehow worked his way to his room and the three of us laughed all the way down the elevator. It became a standing joke for the rest of the trip that we would start talking third person. “Mommy needs a blackjack”, “Daddy is going to order another beer”, “Tammy is going to bed”, etc.

    Colleen also decided to call it a night. Tammy and I walked through Binion’s, the Plaza, Vegas Club and back to our home base. We were in bed by 2:30 (4:30 Minnesota time).

    SATURDAY, AUGUST 4
    Really? Up at 5:30? I tossed and turned until the sisters woke up. I am trying to condense this report so the following will now be referred to as THE ROUTINE: Cup of coffee in the room, pool at 8:30 for two plus hours, back to the room for showers and morning cocktail(s), text Erik to meet us at the tables. Erik beat us to the pool and was reading his book…aha! DADDY READS BOOKS! We filled in the blanks for him (there were many) of the previous evening activities.

    We walked to MSS for cards and were able to find a table with three spots available. The player that was there was absolutely hysterical. He was a former marine and was constantly trying to pull the ex-military card for special favors from either the pit or the cocktail waitress. Any profit he was making was equated to how many tacos he could buy. He was trying to talk Colleen into getting a tattoo going down the side of her neck that said “Grandma Vi”. I was surprised with some of the language he was using that he wasn’t given any warnings. Maybe pulling the ex-military card helped? By the time he left the table, he was able to buy 85 tacos. Being that our entertainment left, it was time to eat at 777 (hands down our favorite place). We always order several items and then split the food. We ordered chicken nachos, chicken wings and Italian sausage pizza.

    We walked down to a previous favorite of ours---the Gold Spike to play with the sexy blackjack dealers at one of their three tables. It is sad that with all the money invested in the casino/hotel renovations that the machines are not TITO. If you go to cash out any amount you have to wait for a “hand pay”. I noticed only a few people playing the machines. John sat with us and OMG…what a riot he was. Last year Erik developed a “Blackjack Bonus Pot” (BBP) (basically if you want to put a side bet out, the first person to get a blackjack also gets the side bet). Also at the table was the royal match side bet. John loved the side bets, but was having trouble keeping up with all the activity. We were constantly telling him to put two dollars on the bonus pot, the casino side bet, etc. I kind of felt sorry for the dealer as John loved his dollar chips. The dealer was running low on dollar chips and John was constantly putting $30 in chips out for singles. For all the chips John was putting on the table, his bets weren’t working.

    In making our rounds, we dragged Erik to the El Cortez. Because Erik strongly dislikes the place, the sisters did think it would be funny if we made him go every day. (Erik describes the El Cortez as a homeless shelter disguised as a casino.) I do agree that it does seem when you are playing table games the dealers and the pit really would rather you not be there. In giving us back our player’s cards, the pit gave Tammy a card with the name “Latisha” on it. The real Latisha (African American) thought this was funny and kept repeating “look at her--does she look like a Latisha?” Erik headed back to his room for some internet business and we made plans to text and call him when we were ready to hit the tables at the CAL for the evening.

    We worked our way back to the room for afternoon cocktails taking in the great people watching on Fremont Street. We texted AND called Erik when we were ready to play cards and no answer. Figuring he was taking a “nap”, found a fun table at the CAL. Tammy really thought we needed to see Bret Michaels…along with thousands of other people. The warm up band started at 9:00 with music so loud you could feel your heart pounding. Bret’s show finally started at 10:30. This is 2 ½ hours of my life that I will never, ever get back. We did have a security guard sign a post it note from Bret to Cathy so we could show Erik our autograph. Still no word from Erik and we toyed with the idea of knocking on several doors on his floor in the general area of his room, but we decided the better of it. Ended up playing at another fun table ordering Bailey’s on the rocks with the waitress making a lot of rounds. Maybe they could put more than one inch of Bailey’s in a glass? I was in bed at 2:30 and up again at 5:30.

    SUNDAY, AUGUST 5
    The sisters met Erik at the pool at 8:00. Not only did he not hear the text or phone call from Saturday evening, he had also set his alarm as a back up and also “slept” through that. He did appreciate the fact that we had discussed knocking on some doors on his behalf. Last August during our stay at the CAL, Erik brought home the lotions from his room. The sisters found it amusing how he kept raving how it was the best lotion he had ever used. He finally ran out of his supply in March and asked us to save ours for him. We had already made a great rapport with housekeeping so we had no problem in helping to supply his habit. We told him he needed to also start tipping daily with a note to leave extra lotions.

    After THE ROUTINE we played cards with Pamela (she was our favorite dealer from our last visit). We wanted to try to eat at three different restaurants this trip so we went to Dupars at the Golden Gate. Excellent food with the sisters sharing a ham & cheese omelet and the French dip. Erik had the patty melt. We were really impressed with the extensive remodeling that had been done on the casino floor. We were hoping to play some cards but prefer double deck and only saw continuous shuffling machines or an eight deck shoe.

    We walked to the Spike only to find the tables closed. We were told they are trying something new by closing the tables Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and reopening at 5:00 p.m. on Wednesday. From a marketing standpoint, I see disaster. Between machines that don’t have TITO and patrons being confused with the days that you can play blackjack with the sexy dealers, there is no reason to venture off Fremont Street.

    We decided it was time to punish Erik by returning to the El Cortez. The only table with empty seats had a full cup of pop at the end spot. Someone told us that it had just been left there and the person never returned. Erik was thirsty and there was no waitress in sight. The sisters were pretty speechless when Erik took a sip out of it, smacked his lips and said “root beer”. It must have been good as he finished it off. While playing cards, there was a guy in the speediest wheelchair we had ever seen who kept going back and forth behind us. If you needed to get up to use the restroom, you made it a point to watch out for him.

    We walked through the D to see the changes. None of us were very impressed with their same bad table game rules. Eight deck shoes that pay 6:5 and continuous shufflers. Once again, I have trouble understanding the concept of spending millions of dollars remodeling the casino floor and rooms, only to keep bad table game rules.

    As usual the Fremont was packed so back to the CAL. It was 6:00 and Tammy went to look for her first machine of the day. Erik was very proud of her for making it that long. Erik, Colleen, and I played cards with a dealer we had not met…Sebia. A guy sat with us and asked Sebia if she was from Ethopia. Sebia was surprised that he knew where she was from and asked him how he figured that out. All he would say is that he had “done things” over there (from now on he will be referred to as SAG…Secret Agent Guy). SAG sadly declined our offer to watch Big Brother and have some cheese in a can/crackers but promised us he would find us again.

    After our Big Brother fix, we decided to have our own Olympic game. Team mom/son against the sisters with each person buying in for $50. After 40 minutes, the team with the most chips was deemed Olympic champion. Erik and I did feel bad for the sisters as they couldn’t buy a decent hand. Table was lousy so time to move. Erik was happy to see a “friend” at the new table that he had played with his first day in town. However, it was obvious to the sisters, that the “friend” didn’t have the same love for Erik. Colleen sensing this, didn’t let on that she knew Erik, let alone that he was her nephew. Erik did get his first warning at this table. It was obvious that getting a warning wasn’t that much fun, especially since he didn’t know what the warning limit was.

    The sisters went off to play some pre-bedtime slots. Erik went to get a Bento Box (teriyaki chicken, spam and rice) from the Cal Café. He did tell us the next morning that it is not a good idea to use chopsticks when you are drunk. I was in bed at 2:00 and up at 6:00.

    MONDAY, AUGUST 6
    THE ROUTINE. We played cards at the CAL with Hmong. She was a very personable lady that seemed to enjoy us. She was a talker but we couldn’t understand much of what she was saying. There was something about taking us to outer space with her and kimchi (fermented cabbage). Throughout the session, we had her laughing so hard that while shuffling, she had cards flying all over the table. Of course, the more we laughed, the messier her shuffling became. We had a discussion with the pit regarding player’s cards and how the comps worked at the tables. Erik decided that since he wasn’t a slot player showing his card didn’t benefit him. It also could be used as a tracking device if he were to get any future warnings. He decided from now on to refuse the card and everyday he would come up with a new name. His alias would be the name of a television character. He would also steal that character’s city, state, marital status, occupation, etc. Erik is now Bob from New Hampshire. We went to 777 for lunch and split orders of chicken quesadillas, fish & chips, and cheesy bread. Tammy and Colleen went in search of winning machines and Erik and I went to the tables. I finally was able to get a decent run on cards and, without fail, the pit brought new cards to the table. I lost the next three hands so we headed back to our room for cocktails to get ready to go to the strip to see Human Nature (cab $30 there and $25 back).

    We had several hours to fill before the show. (Side note: If you were checking in at the Imperial Palace on Monday, August 6 after 5:00, I feel for you. I have never seen such a long, slow moving line at a hotel registration desk.) Against our better judgment, we played in the Dealertainer Party Pit (continuous shuffle machine and the dreaded 6:5 blackjack). The music was so loud that the pit passed out earplugs. Our dealer was “Rod Stewart” and for some reason him and Erik/Bob rubbed each other the wrong way. At one point Rod told Bob that he didn’t like him. (I have a hunch Rod not liking Erik had something to do with Erik’s obvious bad attitude about “I am not happy being on the strip two extra hours before show time”.) Erik respected his honesty and thanked him and they shook hands. While playing cards, “Michael Jackson” was on stage with a large crowd around Erik taking videos. Erik tried telling folks that he wasn’t the real “Michael Jackson” that they were videoing. When Rod got up on stage to sing, he dedicated his first song to Bob from New Hampshire.

    Going up the escalator to see the show, the sisters were talking to me. I was just nodding in agreement to whatever they were saying as I still couldn’t hear from the loud music. The sisters thought it was funny when I discovered I still had the earplugs in. Human Nature was an excellent show with great talent. On the way out (lines at registration desk still as long) we walked past the Dealertainer pit and “Lady Gaga” was singing “Born This Way”. We are huge Ellen fans and Colleen decided this was the perfect time for her and Tammy to do Ellen’s dance dare.

    Back to home base for an evening of cards. Secret Agent Guy (SAG) either saw us at our table or heard us so joined us again. We still couldn’t get out of him “what things” he had done in Ethopia. However, he and Erik are bonding as SAG said he reminded him of his nephew. Cards were terrible and we all stayed too long at a bad table. We split up for the evening searching for that winning machine. Any bonus round I was able to get, truly was more terrible than the cards. I couldn’t help thinking if I were a casino and saw these measly bonus rounds, I would be embarrassed. I was in bed by 2:30.

    TUESDAY, AUGUST 7
    THE ROUTINE. We met for our noon session of cards (today Erik is Doug from New York) with Wanda who is our favorite dealer from two years ago. Wanda doesn’t have a television set and two years ago we had promised her that when we won some money, we were going to buy her a TV. She still doesn’t have a television set and she now wants us to also buy her an I-pad. We ate (Erik refused) at Market Street Café. We each ordered shrimp dinners and it was way too much food. We packed up the leftover shrimp, vegetables, watermelon, utensils, napkins, etc., to give to the homeless man that was typically at the corner outside the hotel. He wasn’t there so we put the food in our fridge for later. The sisters went to the outlet mall and I stayed back in the room elevating and icing my ankle. I actually fell asleep for an hour, which is unusual for me. However, with averaging four hours of sleep per night, it felt very refreshing.

    The sisters had cocktails in the room toasting Bre’s birthday and calling our mom to also wish her a Happy Birthday. We played cards with Sebia and she was still on fire. This was her last day dealing during our stay so we all exchanged Facebook information. We walked back to Fremont and were surprised that we were able to finally get on a table. Even though this was a six deck shoe, the cards were still terrible. We split up and the sisters played machines at Fremont and Binion’s. I was fortunate to at least break even playing penny machines. As is the pattern, met up at the CAL for more bad tables. I think I set a record and lost nine hands in a row (I usually only give it 4-5 hands). Erik wanted to stick it out as he was on a decent run. On the way to the restroom I put a twenty in a geisha machine and two spins later, hit for $100. Okay, back in business. I was in bed at midnight and slept until 6:30.

    WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 8
    THE ROUTINE. Gambling has not been great. It seems like you make $50 at the tables, lose $60 in the machines, win $100 at the tables, lose in the machines, etc. I told myself that I was going to make a $300 profit today as we only had two full days left. The group went to The Chicago Brewery for lunch (another place on our list). We ordered chicken quesadillas , bread knots and pizza. The two sisters went off for machines and Erik and I walked across the street to the Fremont. We were fortunate to find a table with two empty spots. The pit asked Erik if he had a player’s card. He said he did; however, he refused to submit it. Today Erik is Clark from Kansas City. While entertaining the table, he noticed a sign across the pit that said “All You Can Eat Steaks”. Erik/Clark had trouble letting this one go. His conversation was along the lines of “How many times have you eaten a whole steak and thought to yourself that you should order one more?”; “Oh, I think I will order a plate of steaks.”; “Pile on the steaks”; “You can’t just eat one”; etc. Erik also told us the conversation he had with a woman at the CAL earlier in the day while waiting for the elevator. Erik mentioned to her that the third elevator had been out of service for the past six days. She said she hoped no one is stuck in it. Erik replied that if there was someone still in the elevator that they must be pretty hungry after not eating for six days.

    We had noticed a sign outside the Four Queens advertising a comedy magic show starring Mike Hammer for $14.95. Knowing absolutely nothing about the show we thought for the price, even if it were horrible, we weren’t out much money. While waiting in line at the bar in the showroom, Colleen once again, did Ellen’s dance dare. I found out later that Colleen had also done the dance dare behind me. The show was absolutely hysterical with fun audience participation and Michael Hammer’s quick wit. Of course, Colleen was selected to go up on stage for the last magic act of the show. Michael asked Colleen what she did for a living. When she said “beauty advisor”, he ran with that saying “oh, so you point at folks and say you are ugly, you also are ugly, you need to buy some makeup, etc.” Colleen had on a suit jacket with a scarf in the inside pocket. They stood together with a cloth tube around them and Michael’s hands had been tied by the other helper on stage. When the tube was dropped, the scarf was out of Colleen’s inside jacket pocket, Michael’s pants were around his ankles with the word “wood” written on the side of his leg, and he had a bra around his neck. (The word wood was previously picked by a random audience member.) Colleen had no clue what was going on while the two of them were in the tube for only seconds.

    As usual, we met back at the tables at the CAL. On first base was Reid, Harvey, Colleen, Tammy, me, and Erik on third base. We explained the BBP pot to Harvey and Reid and they loved it. The table was doing pretty decent and now we have fist pumps being passed down from person to person and then exploding in the dealer’s face. The fist pumping could only take place if (a) the dealer busted; and (b) a 100% table win. It took quite awhile to synchronize the fist pumps as Reid would get so excited and start one the same time Erik did. We took a vote that all fist pumps could only initiate with Erik. Colleen was determined she was going to get a comp from the pit for 777. Tammy and I had a flashback of Colleen asking for a comp at Binion’s (back when they gave comps to everyone). This was on her birthday and she was denied. I didn’t want to watch her get embarrassed when she was denied again so Tammy and I left to play one last machine. We promised Reid and Harvey that we would be back the following night for another session of fist pumps. I left the table even…so much for my $300 profit day. I sat at a Pompei machine before calling it a night. I put in a twenty and three spins later hit for $400. It was the perfect time to call it a night to a perfect Vegas day.

    THURSDAY, AUGUST 9
    The sisters sat in bed and visited over several cups of coffee reminiscing about the trip so far and how hard to believe it is our last full day. Colleen was proud of herself when she announced that she scored $75 in comps at 777! THE ROUTINE.

    We met at the tables to play a bit before going over to 777. Erik was surprised that the Olympic soccer game wasn’t on the overhead televisions so asked the pit to change stations. It didn’t take long for Reid to join us. He was so anxious for another evening of cards. When USA won, Erik cheered “USA!” I mentioned it was odd that no one else was cheering. We were at a full table with Hawaiians and Erik said they are not Americans as they are from Hawaii.

    Time to eat at MSS…we all were in agreement that if we had the funds to open a restaurant it would be identical to 777 and we wouldn’t change a thing. At 777 we knew to eat $75 in food we would need to push several tables together. We ordered chicken quesadillas, artichoke & crab dip, mozzarella sticks, chicken wings, fish tacos, shrimp, pizza, a beer, plus a beer sampler (Erik loves his beer). We packed up the remaining food to give to the homeless guy on the corner, along with our shrimp from the other day. He still wasn’t on his corner so the sisters started walking toward the Las Vegas Club. There was a guy sitting on the stoop playing some sort of disc on a stick. Oh, and he had a mop on his head. We asked him if was interested in some great food from 777. He was so excited and told us he was going to find his friends and pay it forward. Off went the mop and off he went. We passed Reid who was still grinning ear to ear with excitement for the evening session of cards. Side note: Reid then went to the CAL and played cards with Erik. Erik was telling Reid that he might want to slow down and pace himself with the drinking. If Erik tells you to pace yourself, that speaks volumes.

    Colleen and I went back to the room to close our eyes for a bit and ice my ankle. We finally had Erik’s room number so we brought the body lotions that we accumulated throughout the week to him. We met at the tables at 7:00. Once again, Erik was asked for his player’s card. Erik turned down the request saying there was no point as he doesn’t get any benefits from his card. The pit convinced him and he now is in the system and will get the casino rate for his room (instead of $33/night he will be paying $29/night). By this time, Reid was so in his cups that no one at the table could understand what he was saying. We joked about making a side bet on how long before he would be escorted out by security. At one point a sweet elderly lady joined us. We taught her the passing of the fist pump and hitting the dealer in the face. Her smile was priceless…I can’t imagine she had ever fist pumped before. The table was tough and Reid went off to try to find his room. Erik commented on all the Hawaiians that wear fanny packs. Next trip he plans on taking a picture of every Hawaiian he sees wearing a fanny pack and putting the pictures on a site called hawaiianswearingfannypacks.tumblr.com. Seriously, I got up to use the restroom and noticed five Hawaiians wearing fanny packs. Erik is certainly going to be busy taking pictures for his site during our next Vegas vacation. Even though it was still early (10:30) and our last night in town, we were tired. The sisters headed for the room and Erik and I played alone at a table for a while. I went to play Geisha for one last time before bed and hit for $150.

    FRIDAY, AUGUST 10
    I will admit I like that Allegiant changed their return flight time from 7:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. We met at Dupars for breakfast and the food was excellent again. I sat at a DaVinci Diamond machine waiting for Erik to pack and check out before our last session of cards. I got all five diamonds for a $150 hit. The four of us played cards for one last time. Reid walked by our table with the same clothes on from Thursday night. Erik did ask him if he slept in his clothes and poor Reid had no answer for him. Colleen (what a surprise it was her) remembered she had a fake bill in the amount of one million dollars in her wallet. Even though the casino was quiet with no one in sight, she crumpled it up and tossed it behind our table. It couldn’t have been more than 15 seconds and a guy walking a fast pace, bends down and picks up the bill without breaking his pace. We watched him from behind opening up the crumpled million dollar bill. We could only imagine the look on his face when he saw the bill. It was a great laugh to end another great trip. This was Colleen’s post on facebook regarding the event: “The sting went into operation. The $1,000,000 was strategically thrown on the casino floor. We sat starring, waiting for the perpetrator. How long would we have to sit there in silence, holding our breath? As luck would have it, we only had to wait for about 30 seconds before the money was snatched up, the perp never breaking his stride. Hahaha!” We said our goodbye and hugs all around to Erik. Unless something changes, I probably won’t see him until August 2013.

    We had to wake the cab driver up outside the California to take us to the airport ($30). He was very personable which made up for the nasty driver a week ago. Our flight was one hour late as we sat in a very hot plane in 110 degree heat. A woman sitting one row behind us and across the aisle made it very clear to Allegiant staff that she was hot and very uncomfortable. It was obvious she was agitated saying things like “let’s just get going”; “can’t we just get off the ground?”; “it is really hot in here”. etc. She constantly was fanning herself with the safety brochure. During her agitation, the stewardess did apologize saying that she was also very hot as was everyone else on the plane; however, no one else was complaining. Hot lady asked the stewardess to please bring her a bottle of water. The hot woman gave the stewardess a twenty dollar bill and the stewardess left to get the water. About five minutes later, the stewardess came back with no water and the twenty dollar bill. She apologized that she couldn’t get her water as the money safe was closed until the plane was in the air. Everything happened very quickly and had any of us known that this woman only had a $20 on her, we would have gladly given the stewardess two dollars for a water. Minutes later the stewardess comes down the aisle with a very official looking Allegiant employee. She said to the hot lady it was time to be escorted off the plane. She did give her traveling companion the option to leave with her. The companion said that she would stay on the plane as she had to get to Minnesota and continued doing her crossword puzzle. Side note: At the Duluth airport waiting for our baggage and talking to folks about the incident, several people commented on how hot lady reeked of liquor. Did Allegiant overreact? Personally, I am not sure. Maybe if when hot lady just wanted water and didn’t have the correct change, Allegiant could have just given her a bottle of water? What if hot lady was having a serious medical condition? What if hot lady would have caused a complete raucous in air? Not sure as I can see both sides.

    EXPENSES:
    Room: $12.00
    Tips, cabs, etc. $126.00
    Food: $44.00
    Human Nature $45.00
    Air Fare $287.00
    Gambling $57.00 (+)
    Total cost $457.00

    FINAL THOUGHTS (thank goodness as I am so happy to be done with this report):

    We had plans on our “maybe to do list” that just didn’t happen. There is always next year…..

    Another trip full of laughs that we will giggle about for years to come. What comes to mind first are beauty advisor, Ellen’s Dance Dare, table fist pumps, daddy reads books, in your face fist pumps, seeing how much lotion we can collect, fanny packs, etc.

    It is hard with Erik living so far away. However, if we only see each other once a year, I can’t think of a better place than Vegas to spend quality time together.

    I did make sapphire status this trip. Not sure exactly what the added benefits are; however, the blue card certainly is pretty.

    Trip ended just as it started. Three sisters on my deck with cocktails in hand. Only difference is that instead of talking about how much fun we were going to have we talked about how much fun we did have.
     
  2. S'AllGoodMan

    S'AllGoodMan High-Roller

    Joined:
    Mar 13, 2010
    Messages:
    562
    Location:
    CT
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    30
    Great report. Thanks for posting.

    Beth
     
  3. sabrina

    sabrina Low-Roller

    Joined:
    Jun 6, 2009
    Messages:
    380
    Location:
    Kentucky
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    13
    Sabrina loved your trip report! you guys are too much fun!!
     
  4. sunny123

    sunny123 Tourist

    Joined:
    Nov 29, 2009
    Messages:
    61
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    100
    vegas

    Loved your report. Sounds like all of you really enjoyed yourselves.

    Downtown is where the action is. :beer:
     
  5. oldcrabtom

    oldcrabtom Low-Roller

    Joined:
    Sep 17, 2009
    Messages:
    274
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    15
    Rnjoyed your report, sounds like all had a blast ..........:beer:
     
  6. jgates8

    jgates8 VIP Whale

    Joined:
    Jun 25, 2007
    Messages:
    6,160
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    19
    Can't believe it has been a year already!! I always enjoy your trip reports.
     
  7. travelfiend

    travelfiend High-Roller

    Joined:
    Jan 28, 2012
    Messages:
    892
    Location:
    Colorado
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    30
    Enjoyed the trip (report) immensely. Always more fun when you can be silly at the tables.
     
    Last edited: Aug 19, 2012
  8. Dpin300

    Dpin300 Low-Roller

    Joined:
    Jul 23, 2012
    Messages:
    380
    Location:
    Las Vegas
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    0
    Thanks for sharing. Why did erik get a warning?
     
  9. Drambler

    Drambler High-Roller

    Joined:
    Aug 24, 2011
    Messages:
    592
    Location:
    Columbus OH
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    21
    Thanks for such an entertaining report. I sure love home grown sidebets. I will have to add your blackjack bet one to my list.
     
  10. northerngirl

    northerngirl Low-Roller

    Joined:
    Jul 3, 2007
    Messages:
    471
    Location:
    Northern Minnesota
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    40
    Thanks everyone for your responses.. Glad you enjoyed our silliness downtown.

    Dpin300--Erik got a warning for loudly dropping the F-Bomb. In our Native American casinos in MN you will get warnings for language, bad behavior, rudeness to a dealer, etc. If you get three, you will be escorted out by security guards for a certain length of time. Not sure what the policies are in the casinos in Las Vegas, but none of us want to find out.

    Drambler--the blackjack side bets are a blast. You have to be at the right table with fun folks for them to work. If you are betting $5.00 and get a blackjack, you make $7.50. If the table is full and everyone is in, you have a $30.00 profit. We use a player's card to put the chips on for the side bet. If two people get a blackjack at the same time, the pot stays as is. If you need to go to the restroom, step away from the table to use your cell, etc., your bet is placed off the player's card until you are sitting down playing cards again.
     
  11. LaRae

    LaRae Low-Roller

    Joined:
    Oct 8, 2010
    Messages:
    314
    Location:
    Twin Cities/Western Wisconsin
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    22
    Thanks for posting. I enjoyed your report!
     
  12. pywakit

    pywakit Low-Roller

    Joined:
    Sep 27, 2007
    Messages:
    211
    Location:
    Dallas
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    6
    "two hours of my life I will never ever get back."

    I laughed out loud so hard when I read that...can relate!

    What a fun read...thanks for the report !
     
  13. gongoman

    gongoman MIA

    Joined:
    Apr 21, 2012
    Messages:
    581
    Location:
    Long Beach,In
    Trips to Las Vegas:
    15
    Thanks for your report--:beer:
     
Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.