December 28, 2014: Day Thirteen of Thirteen
I counted my money. I put $1070 aside. This is $1062 for my flight to China, $5 tip for housekeeping and $3 for a Diet Pepsi at the airport.
Then the rest was MINE ALL MINE. To be fair, there was only about $250 left. OH and to be honest, I spend $70-ish on a carton of cigarettes. Even though I swear this time I am going to quit, why not purchase my last carton when they are $7/pack rather than $12 in New York?
I ate a last breakfast at California’s coffee shop. Then it was time to gamble. I went to visit all my favorite machines to say good bye to them. First up, obviously, nickel SuperTimes Pay at Fremont. There are four machines in this bank. My preferred one is on the left end. Some woman was sitting next to it. I sat down at my machine and it was stealing all my money. This machine has been so nice to me this entire trip and now it is going to steal my money? Now? As I am playing it for the last time maybe even ever? I get mad. I kick it. Then I yell at it. I even punched the buttons at some point. I was being a weirdo maniac and I don’t even care. Finally I was down $100 on NICKELS and I had no choice but to give it the finger while storming off.
Next up: Four card Cleopatra Keno at Downtown Grand, where I was winning just a few hours ago. I never should have left because now I am losing. This place is so empty in the morning. Not that it was really packed the night before. But it felt like it was closed there were so few people in there.
Next stop: The D for quarter Double Double Bonus video poker. Not even one four of a kind.
Last stop: Dumping all my quarters into Sigma Derby. Some man asked me for a cigarette, hate. Then he hands me a quarter HATE. Cigarettes cost more than a quarter.
I took the bus and then left my pass (I had a monthly pass good for a few more days) in the bill acceptor for the bus ticket machine, and off to home I went.
My Diet Pepsi at the airport was paid for with two singles and change, so I had one extra dollar bill to try one more hand of Keno. I was so excited to think about how cool it would be to tell you guys I won eleventy billion dollars at the airport on my way home. But it did not happen.
Final numbers for thirteen days:
Total budget is $200/day = $2600 for the trip. I left $480 in my bank account so I could do the El Cortez promotion where you get 5% of your ATM withdrawals back in free play. My bank’s ATM limit is $500 and with the ATM fee, I can only take out $480. I did not need to ever take this out of the ATM but I did take $100 out of the ATM at Walgreens so there is only $380 in my account.
I brought home $1065 + that $380 = $1155 lost. So sad and so stupid, the majority of my damage was done on my first full day. I went so degenerate at Palace Station and then continued at Aria. If I had not done that, my trip would have been so much different as I would have had a full budget every day. Then I may have very well lost as much, or even more. Or I may not have been so frugal that I would put $2 into a Keno machine and then would not have won $900. Or I may have been playing quarters and won $4700. That is why it is called gambling. You never know what you are going to end up with.
Normally here I would tell you how many days there are until my next trip. However, I vowed to not return to Vegas in 2015. I am so sick and tired of coming home and doing the math and thinking about how far $1100 could go in another country. And that in that other country, my experiences would be so much more exciting.
I mean, look at the many days I had where I was post degenerate. I could not go nutso and grind away on video poker like I wanted to. I could not play quarter Keno. I could not play my nickel SuperTimes Pay on my first night downtown because I was not gambling. I was happy to have sat on a bench with two homeless alcoholics because without them, my blog would have no content because I am a literal loser.
There was a huge change in me this trip because normally I would just say screw it, and do whatever I want. If I have to go to the ATM, who cares. It is my money, I will do what I want. But on this trip, I didn’t even want to do that. This shows how over Las Vegas I am.
But flights for Thanksgiving were only $330 for some reason. So I booked one and I leave in 295 days. I truly am a fucking asshole.