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SpinyNorma's Micro-rolling Geezer Tour (November 2018)

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  1. SpinyNorma

    SpinyNorma Low-Roller

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    My Trip Report

    Preface (because my TR's aren't quite long enough):

    I haven't written an trip reports in a few years, mainly because I haven't been keeping notes like I used to. I used to write them during my down time while recovering but since I quit smoking (something I always did while jotting down these notes), I just don't seem to keep up with the note-making. Vaping just doesn't seem to work the same way. I don't know why and you probably don't much care.


    Bonnie from the Vegas4Ever forum finally guilted me into giving it a shot anyway so, depending on how this comes out, you can thank or blame her. Instead of notes, I used pictures from my phone as reminders. I didn't take tons of them either but it was enough to job my memory of some stuff.

    I wasn't feeling great during a lot of this trip. Not sick but my feet and knees hated me more than usual and I tired easily so didn't get out as much as normal. Still, here's the report, such as it is.
     
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  2. SpinyNorma

    SpinyNorma Low-Roller

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    11/6/18

    My flights out weren't any more aggravating than airports usually are. By the time I had crossed the vast tundra of McCarren and gotten my overpacked luggage (which was apparently in Diva Mode and insisted on building the suspense before finally deigning to make its appearance on the carousel), my feet were already threatening to do a smackdown on me. I'd planned to try to find the Lyft pick up area this trip but my feet outvoted me so I went with the shuttle again.

    I was staying at Harrah's for the first three days of my trip. CET had been shunning me for several years, apparently deciding that my micro-rolling self was no longer worthy of so much as even a decent discount. Maybe they finally missed me but this year they actually put some comps on the table. Once the shock wore off, I got to work coordinating when my offers matched up with flight prices that wouldn't require a bank loan.

    I had never stayed at Harrah's before, mainly because of their weird policy of having their AC connected to a motion sensor. Seriously, what brainiac decided on a system where the AC goes off if it doesn't detect motion in a hotel room set in a freaking desert? Yeah, I was going in November but I've had the weather hit the 80's then before and I hate being too warm. I like my rooms a little on the cold side to keep me from spoiling.

    Anyway, I'd heard that they'd finally come to their senses about that so I decided to give them a try. I made my way to the check in desk. The line wasn't too long and it was soon my turn. My comp was for a Mardis Gras room but I asked if I could get an upgrade to other tower. I swear she said she couldn't do that but when I got my key, my room was in the Valley tower. Maybe I looked as tired as I felt and she pitied the sight of my geezer self hauling that hefty suitcase. Maybe it was just my personal charm. I bet you can guess which theory I prefer.

    After getting only slightly lost, I found my elevator bank and was soon in room 4043. I hoisted the Red Behemoth on a bed and looked around. It was a nice room with 2 queen beds and lots of pillows, including a bolster pillow on both. As a major Pillow Ho, this brought joy to my heart.

    The other furnishings were your standard assortment, including a small table and a chair. No strip view but I could see the top of the High Roller so I had a little bit of shiny to look at at night.

    The shower had that glass half-door thing that I hate but which the hotels seem to love. This is a fad that I really wish would pass. The main thing I hate about it is that you have to be inside and in the line of fire (or ice) to turn on the water and adjust the temperature. The shampoo, etc is hung on the shower wall so no nice little bottles for me to steal. Curses! Foiled again!

    Not having taken any notes, I can't tell you in detail about what I did and when I did it but I can give you a brief (Okay, brief for me) listing of some things. I did a lot of slot-playing. Well, it was a lot for my micro-rolling self but it wouldn't even qualify as low rolling for most.

    As usual, there was a lot of up and down in my playing. My biggest wins were $93 and $120, both on Buffalo machines. BUFFALO! Of course, other times the buffalo stampeded me into the ground but I prefer to forget those times. I'm sure the casino prefers that too.

    I had a My Vegas reward for the supper buffet at Mirage. I have to say that I was not impressed. It wasn't awful but nothing was particularly memorable and there wasn't much variety. The service there eked its way into an Acceptable mark. They were slow to clear plates even though it wasn't busy. Sometimes they did it just barely in time for me not to actually bitch about it. It's a good thing you get your own drinks or I might have died of thirst. It's not a good sign when you question getting your money's worth for a free meal.

    When I left there, I stopped in at Carnegie Deli to redeem my MV reward for free cheesecake. Service there was excellent. I took my dragging ass back to the room with it to save it for later. It was excellent cheesecake and generously sliced too. WIN!

    I ate at Fulton Street in Harrah's several times. Once was the place where you create your own salad. They weren't exaggerating on that count. You pick every aspect of your salad from the greens on up. It was pretty good. I ate at one of their other stations too but I'm drawing a blank on what it was. I think it was a pizza slice. It was good but apparently not that memorable.

    I stopped at their bakery section several times during my stay and got various treats to take to the room. They were pretty good but not the best I've ever had. I was tiring easily and in much of a mood to walk a lot so I couldn't talk myself into walking to Walgreens for snacks and drinks. I ended up getting water bottles from the bakery most of the time. I got some from the store in the casino a couple of times, even though I generally avoid that, but the bottles were bigger there. They weren't as overpriced as similar stores I've seen in other casinos. Damning with faint praise but we do grade on a curve when it comes to pricing in our Shiny Tacky Mecca.

    One night I'd woken up from a coma nap too late to catch most places open (I think it was around 2 or 3 AM) so I decided to walk over to the Linq and try Off the Strip since it was open 24 hours. To my surprise, I discovered during this trek that someone had stretched the Linq to roughly 17 times the length it had been the last time I'd been there. Some might say that it could be that I've just gotten a lot more geezerly since then but that's just crazy talk. To counter this, I stopped roughly every 2 miles and sat at a slot machine. It worked out well from a conserving my dwindling energy standpoint but not so well from a financial one.

    Eventually I get down to the end where Off the Strip is supposed to be but I couldn't find it. I go back and forth with no luck and just as my wicked feet are threatening to do vile and unspeakable things to me if I don't stop this madness, the Cloak of Invisibility was whisked away and there it was!

    Having finally found this Brigadoon of a restaurant, I went in and walked down the ramp to what seems to be a hostess stand and waited. And waited. It's pretty dark inside and I started to wonder if I was wrong about it being 24 hours but I could see people at the other end of the restaurant. Maybe the reason it was dark and everyone was hiding because they were throwing me a surprise party!

    That seemed unlikely somehow so I made my way to the back, found someone who looked like they worked there, and got directions to where to go to get seated. They weren't great directions and I wasn't great at following them but I accidentally found the place anyway. I was shown to my seat and from there on, everything was great. I ordered a steak with mashed potatoes, both very good with generous portions. My waiter was friendly and efficient. A pretty good meal, even though they made me work for it.

    Afterwards I made my way out onto the Promenade. It being 3 or 4 in the morning, there weren't many other people out and everything was closed but it was still pretty. I meant to come back in the daytime but never did.

    While I was there, I decided to try out the cupcake ATM at Sprinkles. Everything worked great but I almost blew it. I got the bright idea to take a picture of the cupcake sitting there in its little cubbyhole (Cuppyhole?) which almost turned into a very bad idea as I learned that little door doesn't stay open very long at all. I managed to grab my cupcake in time but that door slapped me on the hand a little in the process.

    I did catch one show--Tapeface at Harrah's. If you haven't seen him before, he kind of defies description so look him up on You Tube if you're curious. The back couple of rows are tall stools and I made the mistake of sitting there. You can see fine but it's not overly comfortable, at least not for me. That's what I get for feeling antisocial and not wanting to sit next to someone else.

    The show was good. If you've always wanted to get pulled onstage during an act, this is the show for you. He picks tons of people to come up and participate. The entire audience gets a balloon at the end. After the show, I got a Tshirt for Duncan and got my picture taken with Tapeface. Upon looking at the picture later, I realized that the way I was holding the balloon made it look like my crotchular area had been censored with a big white circle. Classy!

    And that pretty much covers the Harrah's portion of the trip. Late Friday morning I headed out to my Lyft and learned from the driver that I'd been waiting in the wrong place for every ride I'd taken during my stay. I'd been standing on the corner where the shuttles did pick ups and drop offs while the official ride share spot was across the road in the garage. Live and eventually learn.
     
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  3. SpinyNorma

    SpinyNorma Low-Roller

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    11/9/18


    I arrived at the Fremont on Friday for a 3 night comped stay. This was a rather bittersweet stay as it was my farewell tour there. I've spent part of every visit at Fremont for years and loved the old girl but their recent changes to the players club rules and policies made me feel, for the first time, like they didn't really want my Ruby level micro-rolling business. Still, I did have that offer for 3 comped nights, $10 free play, and $20 food credit (I'll pause here for a moment so you can all sit in awe and contemplate my impressive and high-fallutin' rewards.) I figured I might as well use them this one last time.

    I checked in and headed up to room 936. To one side, I had a view of the Downtown Grand, Pizza Rock, and the mountains. Moving to the other side of window, I could see mainly the rooftop and its machinery with a bit of Slotzilla in the distance. The rest of the room was your typical Fremont fare. Nothing fancy but (and this might surprise you) I'm not a fancy person. I had two queen beds, a dresser, a tiny table and a moderately comfortable chair. There was the usual micro bathroom with a shower that had a good old fashioned curtain like the gods intended.

    Usually I spend most of my budget at my home hotel, especially if I had any comps because I believe you dance with the one who brung you. This visit, for the first time, I spent next to nothing there. I didn't even use my freeplay. With the new rules not allowing the lowly Ruby Rabble to earn points until they reach Sapphire level and even then, it will all expire in 6 months if you don't play again within that time, I just didn't see any point (so to speak) in it.

    Instead, I spread my wee wealth between Four Queens, Binions, and The D. They didn't seem to feel compelled to spread it back to me but I did get $77.40 at The D on a Buffalo slot (Let's all yell it again: BUFFALO!) and a whomping $38.50 on a Penn and Teller slot at Four Queens. The slot was fun except that it mainly magically made my money disappear. There may have been more wins but I seemed to have stopped taking pictures of them. Mostly, I think I broke even on the good days.

    One day while I was in Four Queens, I noticed they had a small hot dog place near the entrance. Being a fan of both hot dogs and a good cheap meal in general, I got one and took it back to my room. I think it says it all when the best thing I can say about it is that I've had worse. Not often but I have. I didn't even finish it.

    A more successful experiment with a new place was Freedom Beat at Downtown Grand. I had the prime rib special and it was pretty good. I'd go back again. I timed it well and finished up just as a live band started playing. Nothing against the band--they were fine from the part I heard but it was louder than I was up to and my table was very near the stage. Continuing my Prime Rib tour, I also went to an old favorite--Magnolia's. Another meal that was excellent, as always, was the pizza slice I got from Pizza Rock.

    At some point I got something from Lanai's, the snack bar at Fremont, a couple of times because it was late and I was too lazy to go further afield. On one of those visits I got a Chinese combo that was...not that great. This actually turned out to be a good thing in retrospect since eating only part of it led to a mild case of what we will delicately refer to as "intestinal unpleasantness". If I'd eaten more, ugly words like "geyser" might have come into play.

    I forget what the other thing was that I got at Lanai's but it was okay and did no physical damage. I stopped by that candy store next to Dunkin' Donuts a couple of times to splurge on some overpriced but sooo good truffles in various flavors. I am particularly fond of the amaretto flavor but every one I tried was great.

    I had a French dip sandwich from Binion's Deli which was disappointing. Later I got some ribs from Binion's BBQ and they were fantastic. As always, I took it back to my room as I am incapable of eating ribs without looking like toddler learning to feed herself--and not one of those toddlers who are quick studies either.

    I had planned to use my $20 food credit at Second Street Grill, which I've always heard good things about. Sadly, I blew that chance. One night I really wanted Magnolia's prime rib. One night I fell asleep and woke up too late. Saddest of all, that last night I just forgot and didn't remember until I was about to leave.

    By that time, the only things open were Lanai's and the buffet. I didn't need another body part declaring war on me so I went with the buffet. It was...okay. A couple of things were pretty good (especially for free) but mostly it was not impressive.

    I had just under $16 credit from previous visits and I stopped afterwards and cashed it out. I strutted back to my room to shower like a high roller and finished packing. I called down and got a late check out to make my wait to check in to my next hotel a little shorter.

    My late check out took me to 1:00. When that time came, I grabbed the Red Behemoth and made my way out to head onward to my last stop, El Cortez. It was then that I had yet another discussion with my assorted bodily parts. My feet were, as usual, hateful and even a little bit crude. My right knee decided against threatening me and went instead with whining, which was annoying but effective.

    But the winning argument came from my shoulders. A couple of years ago I hurt my left shoulder at work. I worked at a state psychiatric hospital so you'd think I'd have a good story about how this happened but no. Not unless you count tripping, doing a flailingly spastic fall, ending with sticking that left arm out to break said fall and instead, as I would later discover, tearing my rotator cuff.

    I'd had a similar Moment of Grace at home a year or so before. For that performance, I'd slipped in some mud and did a spectacular face-down splat in an even bigger mud puddle. My pride and my left shoulder were both injured. ER did an Xray and nothing was broken; it was just a deep tissue bruise.

    I mention this because when I did my encore performance at work, minus the mud bath, it felt very similar outside of hearing a little POP! when I landed this time. When my little Dance Against Gravity occurred, I was about 3 days away from that year's Vegas trip. My mantra for that trip was "Ow! Ow! Ow!".

    I had it checked out after I got home and learned I'd torn my rotator cuff, leading to nearly a year of therapy, surgery, and more therapy until they declared I had reached "maximum benefit", which is Bureaucrat for "That's as good as you're getting". As good as I was going to get was not good enough to go back to working at a psych hospital but luckily I had enough time in there to retire. I can use the arm but I have limited range of motion and limitations on how much I can lift or, in the case of the Red Behemoth, pull. We now return you to our regularly scheduled story already in progress.

    So....My shoulders (mainly the theoretically "good" right one but the left also made some very good arguments) had the loudest hissy fit at the idea of dragging that suitcase up to El Cortez. I felt like a wuss ordering a Lyft for that short a trip but, to be honest, I really didn't much care about that.
     
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  4. ardee

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    @SpinyNorma, Your Vegas Trip Reports are right up there with some of the most entertaining I've ever read. I love your sense of humor.
    Thanks to @Blonde_4_ever for convincing you to post your adventures here. :beer:
    More, please. :popcorn:
     
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  5. SpinyNorma

    SpinyNorma Low-Roller

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    11/12/18 El Cortez



    The check in desk is right by the drop off entrance and there wasn't much of a line, maybe two people, so it was my turn within just a few minutes. It was earlier than the official check in time but that was no problem. In mere moments, I had my keys and was headed up to room 1111. How's that for a room number that's easy to remember?

    I absolutely loved my room! I had booked a Tower Queen room which came with a free prime rib dinner at Siegal's. The room was bigger than I expected with a little sitting area (love seat, coffee table, lamp, little refrigerator) at the far end.

    The bathroom area reminded me of one of my old, long-gone favorites, Bill's Gambling Hall. It was in two sections, the first being an area with the sink, a rack to hang clothes, and an ironing board. I think the safe was in there too but couldn't swear to it now.

    Right off of that part was a small bathroom. It wasn't as small as the one at the Fremont but it was pretty close. As long as you didn't get an insane urge to do jumping jacks, it was enough room to get your bathroom jobs done. Inside the shower was a small window you could open although, unlike the one at Bill's, it didn't have stained glass. I don't know why but I love having a little window in the shower. I think it's because it's great to hear the sounds of Vegas out there--or maybe it's just my Inner Perv.

    The furniture in the main part was all antiques. I'm not an authority on these things so I guess they could be fakes but all I can say is that they looked good to me. It was so much nicer than the usual generic hotel furnishings. I heard they're redoing the rooms there. I hope they aren't planning to dispose of the cool furniture in favor of the bland decor you find everywhere else.

    By the time I got to El Cortez, my energy level was lower and the whining level of my geezerly parts had gotten higher so I didn't get out a lot those last two days of my stay. I did mosey over to the Containery Park one night and I ventured down that end of Fremont Street a little bit. Mostly I stayed in, though there was one notable exception. I'll get to that eventually.

    That first night (Okay, late afternoon. Get off my lawn!) I continued my carnivorous quest and headed down to Siegal's for two of my favorite things--prime rib and free food. I was a little leery as the only other time I'd eaten there, I hadn't been overly impressed. The food wasn't bad but the service had been on the lackadaisical side.

    They've stepped up their game since then. The food and the service were both very good. Things were going well until I went to pay and discovered that I needed a voucher for the free meal. As they say in France, "Well, crap". They seem to have forgotten to mention that detail during check in but I have to admit it's also possible that they did and I just zoned out during that part.

    They were very nice about it at Siegal's though. Instead of making me just pay, they pointed out where I needed to go to get the voucher. Apparently I was looking more respectable than usual because they let me go get it and didn't make me leave collateral or anything.

    My meal at Siegal's having been a geezer-style early supper, later that night I stopped by Naked Pizza to get a slice to take with me to my room. That is some damn good pizza! I went back for lunch and supper the next day. They have some slices of cake also that are really good. Not only tasty but really fresh as well.

    Not a lot happened my last day until that night when I was clearing some of the ballast out of my purse and came across a TITO from Harrah's for $80. Never before have I felt so conflicted about essentially finding a decent amount of money. I really didn't want to have to go back to the strip but that was too much moolah to blow off.

    I trudged down and called a Lyft. Another thing I like about El Cortez is that there's no separate area for ride shares. The pick up area is the same as where you get a cab--right outside the door by the check in desk.

    I got to Harrah's, found a cash-out machine and, $80 richer, ponder my next move. That was when I realized I had never made it down to the south strip. One of my traditions is to get something for my nephew and roomie Duncan at Dragon's Lair in Excalibur, something I had almost forgotten to do. Apparently not only are my bodily bits falling apart but I'm going senile too. Multi-tasking!

    Another of my favorite things on the south strip is to stop in and look around at Idiocrity (That may not be the name but it's similar) in NYNY. It's a little store with odd and amusing little items--gadgets, accessories, etc. I got a silly yet tacky coin purse for Jan. I also got one or two things for home but I can't remember what. We have a kitchen timer shaped like an owl that I know came from there but I can't remember if it was this trip or an earlier one.

    On my way to Idiocrity, I remembered I had a reward from MV for Nine Fine Irishmen but I forgot to bring the printout with me. D'OH! Still, I was really more tired than hungry anyway so I just blew it off. Later I'd wish I had tried it out but at that moment, I just wanted to finish up and go "home".

    While trudging my weary way to Excalibur, I also went into the Everything $10 section of the souvenir store to look around. I think I got something there but don't remember for sure.

    Then it was time to drag my way over to Excalibur. As I crossed the pedestrian bridge, I once again cursed the bastard who put a hump in the middle of it instead of leaving it level like all the others. It's become something of a tradition but I believe I put a little extra enthusiasm into this time.

    As usual, Dragon's Lair was just a little further than I tend to think it is but I finally made it there. I found two things for Duncan. One was a little dragon in a small snowglobe (He loves both dragons and snowglobes so this seemed a no-brainer) which I gave to him as soon as I got home. The other was a half-globe paperweight sort of thing made of darkish but clear glass. In the center was an intricate painting of a green dragon. That one I saved back for his Christmas. (If you're curious, he loved it.)

    My missions complete, I called a Lyft and headed back. I had just enough energy to get some pizza and cake from Naked Pizza and crawl back to my room. I took a quick nap after eating and decided to go downstairs and throw away some more money. Once that was accomplished, I went back up and did most of my packing. That was so much fun that I celebrated by going to sleep again.

    The next day I sadly packed the last of my stuff. When I was booking my trip, I'd considered staying an extra day since the flight was the same price either way but decided to be responsible and save the extra money another day would cost me. I was regretting that decision now but so it goes.

    I hoisted my hefty suitcase and made my way downstairs for the last time. Before calling my Lyft, I had one last task to perform. During my trips, I toss all my change into a small baggie and cash it in for folding money when I'm about to leave so my assignment was to find the cashier cage.

    I didn't feel like hauling the Red Behemoth through the casino while dodging slots and inconvenient people so I dropped it at the baggage check before heading off to on my mission. Once there, I had good news and bad news. The good news is that El Cortez does let you cash in your change. The bad news was that they don't do it at the cashier cage. They have a coin machine you have to use for that. Okay, I could deal with that.

    She gave me directions and I set forth, full of optimism. This devolved into a sinking suspicion that she had played a cruel trick on me and they were all watching me on camera, laughing as I wandered in pathetic Search Mode, looking like a wind-up toy on bad acid. Finally I broke down and asked another employee who pointed to a hallway right in front of me. In my defense, that hallway looked like it was lined with people's offices and they generally discourage us wandering around in those areas.

    Anyway, I headed down the hall and Security didn't chase me or take me down with a flying tackle. In a room at that end of the hall I found it. It looked like one of those Coinstar machines. I think they charged a small percentage but I didn't much care at that point. By then all I wanted was to not carry all that heavy change around anymore.

    I forget how much it came to but, even with the percentage charge, it came out to more than usual. My average is probably $15, give or take, so this was probably close to $20. I may not have been too impressive with my slot play but I rocked at getting coin change this trip!

    I was on the kind of high that comes only from the most pitiful of accomplishments. In my mind, I was strutting over to the baggage claim, although with my geezer knee acting up, it probably looked more like a gimpy pimp walk.

    I handed over some of my impressive coin conversion winnings to the guy at baggage check as a tip, headed outside and called a Lyft to the airport. It was time to abandon the technicolor shininess for the black and white world of regular life.
     
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  6. SpinyNorma

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    11/14/18 And then this happened:



    The Lyft driver dropped me off at the outside baggage check for American Airlines. There was a line but it wasn't too bad. When it was my turn, I stepped up, basking in my competence as an experienced flyer. I had my ID and debit card at the ready which I handed over with none of that awkward fumbling and fighting with my wallet. I hoisted the Red Behemoth onto the scale and, despite what it felt like, it came in several pounds under the weight limit. I was surely an inspiration to all the other travelers.

    The guy asked where I was flying to today and I told him. He clicked on his computer and frowned. He asked if I knew the flight number and flight time. I had no idea on the flight number but told him the time and he studied the screen some more before saying he didn't have my name on the passenger list. Inconceivable! I dug out my printed flight schedule, handed it to him, and waited for the apologies and exclamations about what a model flyer I was. What I got instead was him handing back the paper and him pointing out that my flight was tomorrow, not today.

    Humbly, I took my printout and my luggage and slunk away while the sad music from the Charlie Brown specials played in the background. Not knowing what else to do, I did the Walk of Shame into the airport, found a chair and sat down to figure out what to do. My old nemesis Optimism assured me that this would be easy. All I had to do was call El Cortez and get a room for another night. I'd been wishing I had booked another night anyway so this was really kind of a good thing. I got out my laptop, looked up the number, and called.

    This would have been a fine plan indeed if El Cortez wasn't fully booked that night. This, as you might well imagine, threw something of a kink into my plans.

    It was time for Plan B. Back to the laptop to look up other hotels to see what was available. This led to Plan C, D, E, and worse. As it turns out, I had no comps or even any decent discounts anywhere for that night and prices were ridiculously high for a Wednesday. I was getting a little edgy now. By "a little edgy", I mean I was dancing on the edge of a panic attack.

    And then I had an idea. What about the hotel associated with Ellis Island? I'd heard mixed things about it but nothing about it being unsafe and I was running low on options. I went to their site and saw I could get a room with two queen beds for $60, tax and fees included. I booked it and headed over to get a shuttle.

    Once again I had a good news/bad news situation. The good news was that there were two or three clerks working the desk and each one had only one person ahead of me. I went up to the first one who came available, gave them my ID and credit card, and regaled them with my tale of being an idiot who can't keep track of what day their flight actually was.

    The bad news was that the elevator was broken and they were waiting on the service people to show up to fix it. Part 2 of the bad news was that they had available rooms on the second floor but nothing on the first floor was ready yet. I could wait for one if I liked but it might be an hour or so.

    I explained about my combination of geezerly shoulders and luggage that weighed roughly the same as a water buffalo, factors which made me disinclined to haul the Behemoth up a flight of stairs if I didn't absolutely have to, so I'd wait.

    The lobby had several chairs and couches, a TV, and a small table with chairs. There were several people already sitting on the couches and chairs. I wasn't feeling overly sociable so I sat by myself at the table and read while I waited. When the lobby emptied out some, I moved over to a chair which was surprisingly comfortable, particularly after the hard chairs at the table.

    About 15 minutes later, she came over to me and said that one of the security officers had offered to carry my suitcase upstairs for me if I'd like to go ahead and take a second floor room. I was pretty worn out by my roller coaster of a day so I said okay.

    A large burly man in a security uniform was waiting in the hall. I thanked him profusely and we retrieved the bag from where they had stored it. The stairs were fairly steep, especially to my geezer knees, and the sort that kind of wind around, making the climb even longer, so I was deeply grateful to have this nice man volunteer to haul my luggage up this carpeted mountain.

    Once we got to the second floor, we did some more trekking down a long hallway, made a couple of turns, and there we were at my room. He hoisted the bag on one of the beds for me and I gave him a nice tip along with another round of my extreme gratitude.

    It was a pretty basic room but nicer than I expected. There were the two queen beds, a nice TV with a channel/programming guide, a computer desk and chair, a tall closet with a safe, and a pretty average bathroom that didn't have that stupid half door that I hate. The furniture all looked fairly new and in good shape.There was a little refrigerator right by the desk and they even provided two bottles of water. My heart was full.

    I got the stuff I'd need for the night out of the suitcase and then laid down on the other bed to vegetate. I vegetated so well that I slid right into a nap.

    I felt a little less geezerly when I woke up and a lot more hungry. I considered calling a Lyft and heading to the strip but just couldn't talk myself into doing anything that ambitious. Luckily, there was a great little restaurant right next door and it was one of my favorites. I wasn't looking forward to that long trek down the hall but I figured I could handle it, especially since I didn't have much choice.

    I gathered my stuff and stepped out of the door. I noticed an unmarked door right across the hall from me. Curiosity and that darn optimism overtook me and I tried the handle. I actually figured it was probably a janitor's closet or something like that but it seemed worth a shot. Whatever it was, it would almost certainly be locked but, to my surprise, the door opened easily. Lo and behold, there was a flight of stairs! Could it really be this easy?

    Usually the answer would be no but every once in a while, just often enough to keep that pesky hope alive, the answer is yes. I made my way down the stairs and pushed on the door at the bottom which turned out to open right on to the parking lot between the hotel and Ellis Island. Not only that but it was directly opposite the door to go inside Ellis Island. The angels sang.

    I had (Surprise!) the prime rib at the cafe which was great, as always. Happily stuffed, I waddled my way into the casino. I went to the desk and got a new card, then went in search of a slot that appealed to me. I found a few that appealed to me but apparently I didn't appeal to them. I was pretty much up and down but there was more down than up.

    Belatedly, I realized that this situation wasn't going to reverse itself that night so I made my way back to the room. I checked my email and then took a shower, followed by more vegetating. That worked out so much better than the gambling had. I felt a nap coma coming on so I set my alarm and, sure enough, I was barely horizontal before I was out like a light.

    I woke up again in the wee hours, probably around 3 or 4 AM. I was hungry again so I headed back over to Ellis Island. One thing I like about Ellis Island is that they keep Security in the parking lot between the hotel and the casino so I didn't feel at all uneasy about traipsing around by myself in the wee hours.

    I'm not normally one for breakfast food but I had one of my wild hairs and got the ham and eggs. A word of advice: Don't order this unless you're really hungry. The ham came on a separate plate and took up the entire thing. It was really good and I was really hungry but, even so, I only made my way though about half of it. I waddled back to my room, double checked that my alarm was set, and watched TV until I passed out.

    The next day I got up when the alarm went off and got ready to try, yet again, to fly home. I called down to the desk and got a late check out so I could spend a little less time at the airport. When I was ready to leave, I called down to ask about the status of the elevator and got yet another good news/bad news reply. The good news was that the elevator repair guys had shown up yesterday. The bad news was that they needed a part they didn't have so it was still not running.

    With a heavy sigh and an even heavier suitcase, I made my way down the stairs. I wouldn't say it was easy but it was certainly better than hauling it upstairs would have been. Overall, outside of the elevator situation, it was a pretty good stay. I've certainly paid more for a room that was less comfortable and didn't even come with a refrigerator. I'd stay there again...assuming the elevator was working.

    My dad's side of the family has a trait that I have inherited--a tendency to tell people about embarrassing things they've done that would otherwise never be known. I illustrated this by telling my Lyft driver about my idiocy with the flight dates the day before. I think deep down I'd hoped he'd say this happens a lot but instead he laughed maniacally and said he'd never heard of anyone doing that. I wasn't really surprised.

    He dropped me off, wished me luck, and once again, I got in the line outside to check my bag and get my tickets. Once again, I had my ID and debit card ready but this time I was way less uppity about my competence. When it was almost my turn, I looked at the one working and, with sinking heart, realized it was the same guy from yesterday. Still, he must deal with probably hundreds of people a day. Maybe more. He probably wouldn't even recognize me.

    That hope vanished when I stepped up and he grinned, asking if I was sure I had the right day this time. I told him that I was trying to cut down on my amazingly stupid acts to just doing the one per week.

    The rest of my trip home was happily unremarkable. I have made a vow to myself next time I will check, double check, and triple check before I pay for my flights to make sure that the number of nights I have reservations for match the dates of my flights. Then again, every year I make a vow not to overpack so we'll see how that goes.
     
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    Thank you @SpinyNorma for the hilarious trip report! It was a fun read and despite the mishaps, it sounds like you had an enjoyable time!

    I don't know if I could stay at that many different hotels during my trip, but I do like to check out new places!
     
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    Good stuff so far, sorry about the shoulder, (And your feet)


    And now that I've read the whole report, great stuff!

    Don't feel bad, you would have really felt worse if you showed up to the airport on the first day, and they told you the flight was yesterday! And you got to try out a new hotel. Adventure!
     
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    LOVED reading about your trip. Thanks so much for sharing.
     
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    This was a real page turner! I had a busy day so just popped in to peruse the forum and got all wrapped up in your adventures. Thoroughly enjoyable! Thanks for the bedtime story.
     
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    What a fantastic report, @SpinyNorma!
    Thank you so much for taking the time to write and share it! :D
    Sorry to hear you weren't feeling the best, but sounded like lots of good times were had anyway!

    Thank you, @Blonde_4_ever, for encouraging this report. :D

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    Thank you, Luck. It's my tradition to have mishaps in Vegas (One time I tripped over nothing and fell so hard that the Time Share Vultures actually stopped annoying people long enough to actually hustle over to check on me) but I always still enjoy my time in our Tacky Shiny Mecca. Well, maybe not so much at the moment of the mishap.

    Another tradition is to migrate to various hotels. It's largely to minimize my room costs but it also lets me stay in different areas and maybe try a place where I've never stayed before. Actually, this trip was my record for new places--Harrah's, El Cortez, and Ellis Island.
     
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    Well written! Thanks for taking us along. You surely took some time to prepare your thoughts.

    GG
     
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    This was so much fun to read! Thank you for giving a recap of your adventures. Loved it!

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    OMG I loved this report. You are definitely the glass is half full kind of person. You take everything in stride. You don’t complain but make the best of it. I think there are a few diva/divos amongst us with TRs full of drama. You have fun no matter what. I have a magnet I got from Vegas years ago. It’s on my assigned file cabinet drawer at work. The word - Drama with a red circle and slash through it. I tell my co workers I don’t do Drama.

    Thanks for sharing the adventure.
     
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    Wonderful report @SpinyNorma !

    They say a picture is worth a thousand words but I say your words paint wonderful pictures in my mind! I love your style of writing and have read all of your trip reports!

    I can relate to you and your adventures. I too have knees that gripe and whine when I even THINK of standing up and walking, lol! And my right shoulder have definitely seen better and brighter days. My treks to the bathroom are adventures in itself....:faint:

    Again, thank you so much for sharing your trip with us. It was a fun read and very entertaining.

    And thanks to @Blonde_4_ever for coaxing a TR out of SpinyNorma, who is truly a great storyteller!:nworthy:
     
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    Loved your report! And, I have actually tried to fly home a day AFTER I was supposed to.....in my defense in was one of those midnight flights, so who knew exactly what day I was supposed to board?:haha: But glad your trip worked out well for you!
     
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    I want to be like you when I grow up!

    Thanks for the great report!
     
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    Thanks for your fun and engaging report! You definitely have a gift for writing!
     
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    Oh I cackled out loud at this report. What a hoot! I SO enjoyed reading!
     
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