got up at 230 am monday morning the 20th, one last check of the cows, we are in the middle of calving here in montana, and really should not be leaving on this trip, while it is 20 above right now, and the hired help is prepared to do this on his own for the next three days, and has our teenagers here at home, alone, the weather can change fast, and while our kids are great kids, just is really hard to leave. going to las vegas for the collection of clothing trade shows, where we place orders for this falls and winters goods for our clothing store. i will be staying only for two nights, returning by 11 pm on wednesday, in time to get our son off for divisional basketball tournaments, while my wife will stay one more night to get the business finished. off to the airport at 4 am, connection in salt lake just a tiny bit late, still at baggage claim by 9 am las vegas time. get on the shuttle, only 8 stops! but at least the driver announced them, with our hotel for this stay, the Sahara , being last. so my wife jumped off at the venetian, for the show at the sands expo center, and i stayed on the shuttle and got the tour of the town until dropped off at the sahara with our bags. checked in, but could not get room keys, so luggage to the bell desk, while walking to the front a poker machine beeped at me, so i just had to sit down and see if our sahara card was still active. put in a twenty, hit a flush or two, and then a full house or two, went up to a hundred dollars, and cashed up eighty for the first short session of the trip! walked out to the front of the sahara, later found out that the rear exit of the sahara is much the better place to catch a cab, and finally took off walking toward the venetian. looked for the ghetto sled in the parking lot of the peppermill on the way by, not seeing it i continued on, and finally arrived at the venetian. had to stop to rest in the race book, made a bet just using the odds board, no luck, but was served a nice cold miller lite by this very friendly cocktail waitress, without being asked if i was betting or not. went to the trade show, placed a couple of orders with some vendors i had worked with in the past, met my wife at our arranged place and time, she showed me a few things she had ordered or was contemplating, and we then worked a couple more vendors, and decided that we had better have lunch. it was 2pm, 3 our time, so we had been going 12 hours, with just an airplane cookie to eat so far. from ken2v's recommendation, went to the pinot brasserie for lunch, had a nice tenderloin tip sandwich with fries, and a nice glass of wine, wife had fish and a glass of wine, neither apparently great enough to remember! tab was 60, with about 18 plus tax being the wine portion of the tab, but since i was up the eighty... turns out that this was a trend for the trip. back to the trade show, up and down the aisles, placing orders, seeing new things, talking with manufacturers reps that we knew, doing business. looked at the watch, it was 430, we had missed the 4 pm meet at the Monte Carlo brewpub with ken2v, NOW i feel guilty about something that happened in las vegas! i was so looking forward to that, but it just wasnt to be. ken, i am glad that this was ameet for another board and that there were other people there for your meet, but i sincerely apologize for missing it. finished up at the show, left the venetian and walked south, up to harrahs where our dinner reservations were for 7 pm at the range steakhouse. looked for our favorite 50 play nickel vp machine, but they had moved it, it had been a tradition to play it a little every time through harrahs. wandered a little, would up back from the cashiers cage, near the buffet entrance, where there was a concentration ov video poker machines. played for a little on one machine, when an upwind smoker made me move i found another, and while playing .25 DDB at that machine, hit the four aces with a 3 of spades kicker...500 dollars! cashed out, then! found the bride, she just rolls her eyes at my good fortune, looks like we will be paying cash of dinner, she can have crablegs if she wants! go on upstairs to the range, calvin brooks is playing in the lounge, so we have a drink in the lounge before dinner. with tip, it was 18 bucks for a bloody mary and a beefeeater and tonic, what the hell, i just won 500. went in to be seated, we were led down front...alright, this could be good,...and then all the way down to the left end, overlooking a palm tree that blocked the view of the roof of carnival court. so the view of the strip is not there, though we had seen it from the lounge, and couldnt see carnival court. what we did get from carnival court while upstairs was the throb and vibration of the windows from the bass in the band playing down there! asked about a different table we had seen empty on the way by, no, that was for their diamond players, shrug. oh well, we arent going to let this ruin anything, because we just won 500 of your dollars, hah! did look at the wine list, and from our previous visit thought it to be one of the more reasonable we had seen in las vegas. did not get that impression this time, and passed on the wine, possibly being just a little pissy about the seating yet. we both hasd the french onion soup, served in the cut out onion, as well as their gratis offering of breads. our steaks were very good, cooked close to where we had ordered them, and our waitress was acceptable, but not as great as on our first visit. passed on dessert, the meal was ok, 17 hours on the move was getting to us i know, so will not blame the experience not being great entirely on the range, though it fell a little on my list because of this night. back to the sahara, not gambling on the way through harrahs to the cab stand, and straight to the room. the room was perfectly adequate, in the tangiers tower thanks to the recommendation of SHOCK, nothing more really to add, it was pretty nondescript, unless someone has a question about it. called home, about 930 our time, kids are surviving just fine, MOM!! we are not children! so after nineteen a half hours, the sacrilegous act of going to bed in las vegas before ten oclock occurred. more to come. again thanks to shock for the tip about the tangiers tower, i dont think i would want to see the other one. and again, my apologies to ken for missing the meet.