This morning I woke up at California hotel and began to pack for a move to Four Queens. As I was doing this, I found a can of Pringles in my bag that I had forgot about. I then picked it up, the top fell off and now my suitcase is filled with a million potato chip crumbs. ARGH. I am done with this place. I finish packing and check out. I leave my keys in the room because I do not need them anymore. The second the door shuts I realize there is Diet Pepsi in my refrigerator. Damn it all to hell.
I check my bags at the Four Queens Bell Desk and get on a bus. Today I am going to the Mirage to visit the beautiful Buffalo slot machine that gave me $1800 back in March.
I took the CX bus to Treasure Island. It is hot out. I walk through Treasure Island to take the tram. The tram is not running. I walk back through Treasure Island to get outside to walk in the heat, so much heat. HOT BURNING DEATH FIREBALL SKY.
But it is pretty.
I stop at Starbucks and order an iced green tea latte please! I get a hot green tea latte. NO. DO NOT WANT. REMAKE IT. BAH. GROSS. HOT. NO.
I walk over to my Buffalo machine and a woman is playing it. I walk around the entire length of the casino to kill time and come back. She is still playing it. I do another loop. Still there. I become increasingly cranky. I sit down and play $20 in Double Double Bonus video poker. I lose it. I go back. The woman is still there. I decide to get the fuck out of here. If all I want to do is play that one machine, I need to stop.
I go across the street and catch The Deuce bus back to downtown. I check into Four Queens. It doesn’t look fancy but I still love it.
And of course, the same view I have had more times than I could count.
I took a nap and woke up defeated. I go home tomorrow guys, where is any win?
I still had a bunch of quarters so I went to play Sigma Derby next door at The D. I didn’t win. I kind of gave up and went back to my room. I figured tomorrow is my last day, let’s go nuts in the morning before my flight.
Fast forward to the next morning and I had my biggest win of the entire trip!
Yep, a whopping $108. Oh well, better than nothing. But still close to nothing.
It is a good thing I am a lazy blogger. If I had written this up when I got home, I might have remembered how much of a loser this trip was, and not have booked the next one. But I am. So I didn’t. And I did.
Bonus photo of Mermaids, Glitter Gulch and Las Vegas Club being prepared to be made a distant memory. Just like my gambling budget.