I stayed at Paris. Go a room on the 30th floor. Crappy view of Planet Hollywood, but the room was recently renovated:
Look, the room had a coffee pot a safe and a 40 inch LCD TV!
The first night I headed North.
Ate at the Wynn buffet; $36 but most excellent food. The sole was the best buffet fish I have ever eaten.
Took a picture of the nearly finished Encore:
And the recently opened Trump Tower:
Which was on the site of the now nearly forgotten Frontier, whose sign still remains:
Then I went to the Palazzo and found a $5 craps table. Yes, a $5 craps table at the Palazzo, at 11:00 on a weekday. Not a good sign for them, but really good for me
Lost about $100 over 2 hours then moved on, cuz I had to work the next day.
Day 2 was spent working. After finishing up, I went down to the Sahara. I don't know why but I did and had a BLAST. The dealers were fun and friendly. The drink service was rocking. The pit boss was actually smiling and not rushing the craps game like some others do. The casino busy but not crowded. The vibe felt good. The only downer was that they had closed a section of slots that had my favorite one (Twilight Zone). So instead I went on a 4 hour craps binge. The table was rowdy and I had a blast. I give a huge thumbs up to the Sahara casino, even though I didn't win any money. I was thoroughly entertained the whole time I was there.
And while I was down on that end of the strip I went to the Adventuredome or whatever that indoor amusement park at Circus Circus is called. In case you were wondering, here is what it looks like on the inside:
Day 3, I headed south of Paris, mostly.
I got bored down there and headed North again, starting at Luxor and stopping for whiskey at every casino, this is what I was taking pictures of by the time I reached Bellagio:
And I have no recollection taking this photo:
But I do know, how to get me off the street and into the Flamingo to play stupid 6:5 BJ? Put some of these above the BJ tables:
Then I just wandered around for a while until the sun came up and I had to go to the airport.
Wisdom gleamed from this trip
- Carla and I yelling "adios mother f**ker!" on a come out roll at the Sahara makes it come up 7 every time
- The sole on the Wynn buffet does not taste fishy, and is exquisite.
- To the guy wearing red pants in Paris: You are a dude! Gay or not you cannot wear red pants. Ever.
And to end on a high note, here is one million dollars:
Peace out!
Look, the room had a coffee pot a safe and a 40 inch LCD TV!
The first night I headed North.
Ate at the Wynn buffet; $36 but most excellent food. The sole was the best buffet fish I have ever eaten.
Took a picture of the nearly finished Encore:
And the recently opened Trump Tower:
Which was on the site of the now nearly forgotten Frontier, whose sign still remains:
Then I went to the Palazzo and found a $5 craps table. Yes, a $5 craps table at the Palazzo, at 11:00 on a weekday. Not a good sign for them, but really good for me
Lost about $100 over 2 hours then moved on, cuz I had to work the next day.
Day 2 was spent working. After finishing up, I went down to the Sahara. I don't know why but I did and had a BLAST. The dealers were fun and friendly. The drink service was rocking. The pit boss was actually smiling and not rushing the craps game like some others do. The casino busy but not crowded. The vibe felt good. The only downer was that they had closed a section of slots that had my favorite one (Twilight Zone). So instead I went on a 4 hour craps binge. The table was rowdy and I had a blast. I give a huge thumbs up to the Sahara casino
, even though I didn't win any money. I was thoroughly entertained the whole time I was there.And while I was down on that end of the strip I went to the Adventuredome or whatever that indoor amusement park at Circus Circus is called. In case you were wondering, here is what it looks like on the inside:
Day 3, I headed south of Paris, mostly.
I got bored down there and headed North again, starting at Luxor and stopping for whiskey at every casino, this is what I was taking pictures of by the time I reached Bellagio:
And I have no recollection taking this photo:
But I do know, how to get me off the street and into the Flamingo to play stupid 6:5 BJ? Put some of these above the BJ tables:
Then I just wandered around for a while until the sun came up and I had to go to the airport.
Wisdom gleamed from this trip
- Carla and I yelling "adios mother f**ker!" on a come out roll at the Sahara makes it come up 7 every time
- The sole on the Wynn buffet does not taste fishy, and is exquisite.
- To the guy wearing red pants in Paris: You are a dude! Gay or not you cannot wear red pants. Ever.
And to end on a high note, here is one million dollars:
Peace out!
