Good morning from the Bellagio hotel! When we last left off, I was having an issue with redeeming my free play reward from MyVegas. I figured I could go try again this morning.
I stopped for some photos of the Bellagio conservatory. One poor bear was getting brain surgery.
When I finally make it to the Player’s Club booth, the same woman who denied me last night, was behind the counter again! How is this even possible? So I kind of stood off to the side, playing with my phone, until someone else was free. I was able to get the free play and two buffets loaded. With the holiday black outs, today is the only day of my entire trip the Bellagio buffet reward is available to use.
I then head over to the buffet. There is a woman on line behind me, who wants to be on line in front of me. Nope. We had both paid and were waiting to be seated. She then walked a couple of feet into the buffet and began screaming to someone in Chinese. That person then came over, took this woman’s water bottle, got it filled from inside the buffet and brought it back out to her. What the hell. You can’t do that. And no one is stopping her.
I am next in line to be seated. This woman is just dying to be next in line. Her entire life is now focused on the one goal of being next in line at the Bellagio buffet. She is trying many methods, most of which involve physically pushing me out of her way. Not today, lady. I will be the victor.
I am then called to be seated. Oh hey, look! I am seated next to the woman who gave the filled bottle of water to the woman who…wait a second, what is going on here? WHY IS THIS WOMAN SITTING WITH ME. That’s right. The woman who was behind me, who wanted nothing more in life to be in front of me, is now sitting across from me at my table. What the fucking fuck is this? I didn’t even have time to think before my mouth acted on it’s own “NO. NO NO NO NO NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.” I also realized I was wagging my finger at her. The server seemed completely confused as to how this woman got there. “She is not with me.” The life’s goal woman acts as if this is not happening. She runs away to get food as the server and I just stand there absolutely dumbfounded. I tell the server I will happily move to a new table, as this one is next to this woman’s friends and I don’t want to be anywhere near these people. She tells me no, it is okay, she will move them.
As this drama kept unfolding, I become convinced that this woman did not pay. Her and her buddies are now appearing at different tables in the buffet. I am pretty much an “in and out” type of buffet diner so I was done before most people were getting started. As I am on my way out, a man came to get a server to say “They are over there now.” I watch the server as she bolts towards a table so far away, where this party has now taken up residency. I don’t know what the outcome was because I left.
I want to use my $25 free play on Cleopatra Keno. Bellagio for whatever reason (probably a mistake) has the second highest paytable for Cleopatra Keno that I have seen in Vegas. (First is Rainbow casino in Henderson.) I love this game, I love this machine. And there is someone on it. I have to play on the other side of the bank, which I am fine with. For some reason THIS machine plays a brief trumpeting fan fare intro when you hit the bonus and I love that.
I played for-EVER here. I kept doing that thing where you have to get up and cash out because every $20 bill in your wallet has been doubled and you are out of cash. In some cases they were tripled and twice I had cashed out at $100.
On my last cash out before I had to go get more cash, the paper ran out or jammed or something. The machines starts beeping and calling for an attendant. I cash out and come back, still not fixed. I am not playing any machine other than this one so I wait. When the attendant comes over, he asks me how much he owes me. No, it paid me…er no wait, it didn’t and you owe me $3000. I am sure I made his day with this hilarious joke that I am sure he has never heard before!
Next thing you know, my full cigarette pack is empty. I look at my phone and I have been sitting at this machine for six hours. Oops?
I go to the room and shower, because I didn’t earlier because I had not been planning to be out that long. On my way to my room, I pass a door that has placed this sign on their doorknob. Bellagio guests are fancy ya know.
After showering, I go back to the Bellagio buffet for dinner. This time the line is insane. It is 7:00 and I need to be out of here by 8:30 to go see Mystere at Treasure Island. After half an hour I begin to realize that I am not going to get inside before 8:30. i stick it out though because today is the only day I can use this MyVegas reward as it is blacked out for the holiday starting tomorrow.
Luckily, someone comes and pulls anyone off the line who is willing to be seated at the bar. That would be me!
There is a slight issue with paying for the meal. The bartender first mistakes that I am with the people next to me and charges them for me. Then he does not know how to run a MyVegas reward. He goes up to the register and I wait for him to come back. If anything goes wrong, you can be damned sure I am not paying money for this buffet. It costs $39.99 with tax. Only when he is back do I go and get food.
I am in a rush because I have to leave so I do not gorge. I hurry up, get out and begin walking to Treasure Island.
I wish I could show you fabulous photos of the Strip from my walk. But I did not bring my camera on this trip. A good blogger would have. But after spending a month in Nepal/India with this thing wrapped around my neck, choking me, only to then discover there is a crack on the (insert terminology for that thingy across from the mirror on the inside) that made a mark on all my photos, I am over it. I hate my camera. It will be awhile before I can stand to look at it again.
I do have a couple though. You can barely tell Casino Royale exists any longer.
As I am walking, I spot movement on a ledge near the fountains outside Caesars Forum Shops. Oh fucking FUCK it is a rat. That is a rat. MOTHER FUCKER THAT IS A RAT. I try to take a photo of it, which is difficult as I am shaking with fear. I move (not really) closer to it. Between me and the rat is maybe five feet. Behind me is about 879423746237 feet of open space. So everyone walking by has to ignore that wide open space, to wedge themselves between me and my rat. This scares him and he bolts into the bushes.
(Insert Rat Pack jokes here.)
I do find it amusing that this rat was hanging out at Caesars. If you are familiar with social media accounts that are aimed at Las Vegas addicts, you have no doubt seen the vast amount of people who love to cut down others who do not have as much money as them and tend to take trips that are more bargain friendly. It disgusts me that this is socially acceptable. That cutting down people about this is totally fine, but calling someone an asshole for cutting people down will get you yelled at. Well guess what? This is my blog so I can tell you: If you cut people down for staying at any hotel that you feel you are too good for, you are an asshole.
There are hotels in Vegas that are absolutely fine, but are not five star hotels. People love referring to these places as “dumps” and going on about how the rooms are filled with mythical roaches and rats. I know they think it makes them look like a better person because MONEY. But to me, it just makes me sad to see someone who puts so much value on money.
A three star hotel in Las Vegas is not a dump. This hotel in Tibet is a dump:
I would not trade all the crappy, filthy hostels I have stayed at in the world if it came with giving up my life experience. Including the experience of seeing this bathroom, saying “nope” and high tailing it to a new hotel.
So the next time someone tells you that your perfectly fine hotel in Vegas is a shit hole and “if you cannot afford a better hotel, you should rethink going to Las Vegas”, feel free to let them know that their precious Caesars is housing rats out front.
I got to Treasure Island just in time to get on the line that I could not get on because it never ended. It literally did not end. It was snaked all through the casino. I kept trying to find the end, but the end kept growing before I could get there. I would see it, walk towards it, more people would enter it, and I would have to keep walking. Finally when I get on it, we move. Then someone tries to cut the woman in front of me. She turns to me, makes a face and motions to them. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this. “YOU KNOW THERE IS A LINE RIGHT?” as the offenders skulk off without even pretending that they didn’t notice that the 23894732847 people lined up were doing so because LINE.
If you have seen Mystere, you know to get there on time. If you have not, just trust me on this. My section is in the furthest section on the left if you are facing the stage. My seat is the first seat on the left in the row. I am as far to the left as I can possibly be. The rest of the section seems to have been ticketed on the right side of the section. So I am all alone over here, surrounded by so many empty seats. An soon as the show starts, an usher beings yelling to me that I can move if I want to. Given that I am so obviously isolated from the rest of the audience, and the fact that the usher is yelling during the show, makes me first think I am unknowingly about to be made a part of the show. So I stay put for a few minutes before moving. All clear, whew.
Mystere is by far my favorite Cirque du Soleil show. I love this show so much. I love the choreography and the baby! Oh how I love the baby. I was laughing so hard I had tears pouring down my face.
After the show, I played a bit of Cleopatra Keno at Treasure Island. I had a lot of fun, but had no big wins. Eventually I got up and left, stopping at CVS for water, paying in all change. Yet I still have fifty pounds worth of change left.
Back to the room and in bed by 2:00 am.
Gambling Day: + $260
Gambling Trip: + $490
Miscellaneous: (tips, water): $11
Comps used: Nope
Freebies: $65-ish? on two Bellagio buffets. I am not sure of the cost after tax on breakfast, $25 free play at Bellagio. These were all MyVegas rewards.
My itinerary that gambling got in the way of:
Monday, December 19, 2016
Breakfast: Bellagio, 7-11 MyVegas
Palace Station t-shirt MyVegas/Stations 10 slots/6x VP
Dinner: Bellagio, 3-10 MyVegas
El Cortez 10x Buffalo 10-midnight