jpw711
Is that your cat?
For the subject backstory, see my former TR from OCT: It's good to have a host and a bellman.
Until Dec 2, I still didn't know if this was to be another solo trip (I've had many the past three years) or if my lovely wife, Ann, was going to accompany me. We had been changing SWA tickets since June, and I was hoping to clear these "off the books" as when I fly solo, I tend to fly from the more expensive "where two bags, much less four don't fly free" closer airport on United. Solo = carry on, non solo = take the entire house.
It's not that Ann doesn't want to go to Vegas, but she suffers from Plantar Facsiitis in both feet, so walking sucks. She's had it since April, hence all the ticket changes.
Flew from Tulsa via PHX (hate it!) going, DEN (love it!) coming home for 208 each. PHX to LAS was an hour late, which gave us two hours in that hole. (airport, not city) Ann had scored random precheck, while I didn't but we figured two hours was plenty of time to go to the top of the parking garage and soak up some sun, and suck down some nicotine. She got back through the TSA in two minutes, 30 minutes later, after checking my unopened doritos bag for explosives, I joined her.
I'd sent my host an email detailing Ann's bad feet, wanting a limo pickup and a suite close to the elevators. I texed my bellman on the 2nd that we were coming and hoped he was going to be at work, and if not, which bellman would have my boxfan. He said he was off, but then texted he switched with another guy and to text him when we got there.
We got in about 6 PM and our limo driver was there, bellman met us outside, grabbed our bags, we went to VIP checkin while he waited, and was assigned 28-340. A spa suite. Spa suites are great, except they are as far away from elevators as possible. Nothing else was available so we took that.
So we head up, bellman comes up with our four bags, the fan he keeps for me and this:
And this
and this
Figuring he might hook us up again, I tipped him normal and handed him a visa gift card, told him to go buy his kids, or himself something nice for Christmas. I unpacked enough to find a pair of shorts, tossed them on, and headed to the casino.
First order of business was to get the Holiday Gift Shop out of the way, and since I only had about 32000 points, it didn't take long. Then it was off to find a beer and get my gambo on.
Mission accomplished on the beer part. Put $200 in and it started shitty, then had a little luck to get me started:
Hit this:
and this:
Had a few more little hits
Hey, there's nothing to this gambo, I'm gonna win all night, or so I thought. Sometimes I can be pretty stupid, or drunk, or both. I've hit on "7 times pay" before so I try it
Little off topic/on topic here, but have you ever noticed when you've had a few drinks and hit max bet, or in this case, the denomination is set to $10, instead of $1 so the bet is $45, or in this case $90, instead of $9, it never hits? Not even a nice little "you win $30, you're a winner" win while your really losing $60? Just once, I'd like to look up and say "shit, I didn't mean to do that, but I sure as hell am glad I did" and hit a big one,
Well, this time I did it twice before noticing. Switch it back to $1 and of course hit this:
Well, that helped some of my butt hurt. I reviewed that 7 times 0 equals 0. Yep, Math still holds there.
So I wander over to "Night of the Wolf"
played some more, in no order:
So much for "winning"
I'm drawn to the game of Cats, I can play the penny/nickle/quarter game all day long. They tend to let you play, the $ version, those cats can be well, Cats. I decide to give it a try.
I was starting to get a bit fuzzy and according to the meter, broke, so I took that hit and ran.
Try to call Ann, her phone went straight to voicemail. Yep, she didn't turn it off when the FA told the entire plane to, so it never regained a signal. Plane didn't crash so that's a plus. I wander upstairs to see about chow. By this time it's after 10 PM, so everything is closed. We end up with food court (Nathans), the wings were wings, the fries ended up soggy by the time we to the end of the hallway to get into our room.
Of course, then we had to make the long trek back down to have our nicotine fix. I spy a $5 top $ machine. First time in a long time I've been paid to smoke:
Decided that was a good enough place to stop for the evening, besides that, Ann had a milkshake to drink before it melted.
Part two still to come (and Parts 3/4)
Until Dec 2, I still didn't know if this was to be another solo trip (I've had many the past three years) or if my lovely wife, Ann, was going to accompany me. We had been changing SWA tickets since June, and I was hoping to clear these "off the books" as when I fly solo, I tend to fly from the more expensive "where two bags, much less four don't fly free" closer airport on United. Solo = carry on, non solo = take the entire house.
It's not that Ann doesn't want to go to Vegas, but she suffers from Plantar Facsiitis in both feet, so walking sucks. She's had it since April, hence all the ticket changes.
Flew from Tulsa via PHX (hate it!) going, DEN (love it!) coming home for 208 each. PHX to LAS was an hour late, which gave us two hours in that hole. (airport, not city) Ann had scored random precheck, while I didn't but we figured two hours was plenty of time to go to the top of the parking garage and soak up some sun, and suck down some nicotine. She got back through the TSA in two minutes, 30 minutes later, after checking my unopened doritos bag for explosives, I joined her.
I'd sent my host an email detailing Ann's bad feet, wanting a limo pickup and a suite close to the elevators. I texed my bellman on the 2nd that we were coming and hoped he was going to be at work, and if not, which bellman would have my boxfan. He said he was off, but then texted he switched with another guy and to text him when we got there.
We got in about 6 PM and our limo driver was there, bellman met us outside, grabbed our bags, we went to VIP checkin while he waited, and was assigned 28-340. A spa suite. Spa suites are great, except they are as far away from elevators as possible. Nothing else was available so we took that.
So we head up, bellman comes up with our four bags, the fan he keeps for me and this:

And this

and this

Figuring he might hook us up again, I tipped him normal and handed him a visa gift card, told him to go buy his kids, or himself something nice for Christmas. I unpacked enough to find a pair of shorts, tossed them on, and headed to the casino.
First order of business was to get the Holiday Gift Shop out of the way, and since I only had about 32000 points, it didn't take long. Then it was off to find a beer and get my gambo on.

Mission accomplished on the beer part. Put $200 in and it started shitty, then had a little luck to get me started:

Hit this:

and this:

Had a few more little hits



Hey, there's nothing to this gambo, I'm gonna win all night, or so I thought. Sometimes I can be pretty stupid, or drunk, or both. I've hit on "7 times pay" before so I try it
Little off topic/on topic here, but have you ever noticed when you've had a few drinks and hit max bet, or in this case, the denomination is set to $10, instead of $1 so the bet is $45, or in this case $90, instead of $9, it never hits? Not even a nice little "you win $30, you're a winner" win while your really losing $60? Just once, I'd like to look up and say "shit, I didn't mean to do that, but I sure as hell am glad I did" and hit a big one,
Well, this time I did it twice before noticing. Switch it back to $1 and of course hit this:

Well, that helped some of my butt hurt. I reviewed that 7 times 0 equals 0. Yep, Math still holds there.
So I wander over to "Night of the Wolf"

played some more, in no order:


So much for "winning"
I'm drawn to the game of Cats, I can play the penny/nickle/quarter game all day long. They tend to let you play, the $ version, those cats can be well, Cats. I decide to give it a try.

I was starting to get a bit fuzzy and according to the meter, broke, so I took that hit and ran.
Try to call Ann, her phone went straight to voicemail. Yep, she didn't turn it off when the FA told the entire plane to, so it never regained a signal. Plane didn't crash so that's a plus. I wander upstairs to see about chow. By this time it's after 10 PM, so everything is closed. We end up with food court (Nathans), the wings were wings, the fries ended up soggy by the time we to the end of the hallway to get into our room.
Of course, then we had to make the long trek back down to have our nicotine fix. I spy a $5 top $ machine. First time in a long time I've been paid to smoke:

Decided that was a good enough place to stop for the evening, besides that, Ann had a milkshake to drink before it melted.
Part two still to come (and Parts 3/4)