This was my first trip downtown. My flights out on AA were pleasant and uneventful, even scoring a whole row to myself on the connection in Dallas! This was also my first real solo trip-I met no one out there-and it was wonderful. I did what I wanted, when I wanted. And what I mostly did was gamble, eat, gamble, drink and god damn if I didn't gamble some more. I arrived around 5:30pm on a Monday evening with a wonderfully stacked 2g in hundos in my wallet and needing a smoke after the long flight. I hurried outside to the taxi line and enjoyed a delicious smoky treat with my fellow degenerate smokers. I then headed back in and went to level zero to look for a bus downtown. This didn't last long-I was confused and said fuck it and went back to the cab line. It was not worth my precious time in Vegas to save a few bucks. I hopped in a cab to my destination. The D Las Vegas.