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Travel Day From New York to Hong Kong: No Sleep Since Brooklyn

My flight was horrific because all flights are horrific.  Or at least they are for me because I cannot sleep on flights.  Not only can I not sleep, I can’t even keep my eyes closed.  It drives me insane.  Then on trips like this one, where my door to door commute was 27 hours, my brain just gives out.  It is so physically and emotionally draining to be awake for that long.  To not even be able to focus or concentrate on anything because you cannot even keep your eyes shut.   I did a lot of writing about how “NEVER AGAIN” and to consider finally taking that cross country trip on a Greyhound bus, just to be able to say I did, instead of flying to Asia ever again.

Then of course, we land in Tokyo for my layover.  I was so excited walking up the ramp “I AM IN JAPAN!”  I had been off the plane for less than two minutes and I was already mentally planning to come back so I could see JAPAN!  So much for never again torturing myself with another flight of death.

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Hong Kong, China: A Quick Recap

I will be posting tons of details and photos later on.  But for now, a quick recap.

How long was I in Hong Kong?  60 hours.

Where did I stay?  Ibis North Point.  I wanted a hotel with 24 hour check in, near the airport shuttle.  This had both and BONUS it was on the same subway line as the Macau Ferry, which is what I took when I left.

How much was my hotel?  $279.22 USD.  Hong Kong hotels are expensive. I stayed over a weekend and I booked after prices went up considerably.

What did my hotel room look like?  Typical of China, it was small.  But it had everything I needed.

Hotel Ibis North Point Hong Kong bed

Hotel North Point Ibis Hong Kong room

How much money did I spend in addition to my hotel?  $1121 HKD = $144.58 USD

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Las Vegas Trip Report: The Day a Degenerate Gambler is Born!

Note:  This is an older Las Vegas trip report that I am posting for the entertainment of Las Vegas addicts and anyone else who loves fun.  It was written back in 2005.  Most of this information is now outdated and some places mentioned no longer exist.

Tuesday – June 7, 2005 – Day Three of Ten

So I’m up at 7:00 am at Caesars.   I go down and get coffee and a bagel, it comes to $9.19.   Yep.

I start playing video poker again.   I get up a bit, but don’t want to cash out.   So I play it all down.  And end up a loser.  Oh well.  Time to move hotels anyway…

Check out, store my luggage and hit the strip.  First stop – Bellagio.  Quarter Monopoly slot.  I get the bonus on my first spin and win $50.  Wooooo!   Head over to see the conservatory and the chocolate fountain.   The fountain was not very exciting.  I pictured it being out in the open, and not behind plastic/glass walls.  I don’t know why I thought it would be like this, but whatever.

Bellagio chocolate fountain las vegas

The Bellagio conservatory is Fourth of July themed:

Bellagio conservatory Las Vegas American flag
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Las Vegas Memory Lane Trip Report: My First Time Playing Video Poker!

Note:  This is an older Las Vegas trip report that I am posting for the entertainment of Las Vegas addicts and anyone else who loves fun.  It was written back in 2005.  Most of this information is now outdated and some places mentioned no longer exist.

Monday – June 6, 2005 – Day Two of Ten

I wake up, exhausted and hey look – I have no voice.  None.  Awesome!   Head to the San Remo buffet.  Raw eggs, gross coffee.  Good bacon though.

Hit the slots again.  Won and put it alllllll back.  Typical.

Check out, grab my stuff and head to Caesars where I am staying tonight.  I get room 5202 in the Centurion tower.  What a nice room.   [2014 called, it wants you to know that I had to double check to make sure these pictures weren’t mislabeled.  This room is so outdated that I feel obligated to remind you that these pictures are nine years old and the rooms no longer look like this.]  The bathroom has a separate shower stall and tub.  It also has fancy schmany bottles of artesian water from Norway.    There is a television in the bathroom.    There is a fake balcony outside my window.

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Las Vegas Trip Report: The One Where I Mentally Murder a Friend Over a Delayed Flight

Note:  This is an older Las Vegas trip report that I am posting for the entertainment of Las Vegas addicts and anyone else who loves fun.  It was written back in 2005.  Most of this information is now outdated and some places mentioned no longer exist.

Sunday, June 5, 2005 – Day One of Ten

I left New York City on Friday, June 3 and headed to Chicago/Indiana for a fest.

On Sunday, June 5 – I wake up in Chicago and head to the airport.   I am leaving from O’Hare to Vegas; my friend is leaving from Midway to go back to New York City.   We cab it to O’Hare, have lunch, and she takes off to Midway.  I now have a bit over two hours before my flight.

I am hung over and very, very tired.  Finally it’s time to smoke the last cigarette and head to the gate!    Oh no, my flight is delayed 18 minutes.  Uh oh, here comes the Slumlords curse!  See, every time anyone flies to anything that has anything to do with the band Slumlords, they end up having a horrific flight.   Guess who I saw play in Indiana?  Slumlords.   This curse was all started by my friend Carlos, who’s first flight to see Slumlords saw him delayed something like five hours when his plane was hit by lightning.   It continued onto me when I flew to Montreal to see Slumlords.   My friend, who lives in Montreal, called the airport to see if my flight was on time and they told her my flight was cancelled.  So she doesn’t come to pick me up, because she thinks I am not there.   But I am there.  Waiting. And waiting.  I sat at the airport for about an hour before I tracked her down, and boy was I surprised to learn my flight was cancelled, especially since hello – I took it and I’m now in Montreal!    The curse grew stronger when Carlos flew to Baltimore to hang out with Slumlords and then continued onto Vegas.   He hit major turbulence and had a flight with NO air conditioning.   Serves him right since clearly this is all HIS fault for starting this stupid curse.   And now it’s my turn again.
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I am Leaving for China Tomorrow!

I had this great “Last Post Before China!” post mapped out in my head.  But I have only typed one sentence so far and I have gotten interrupted 23984734278974 times with really complicated work stuff.  I am not that sure why, but it seems the entire company I work for knows I am leaving and where I am going.  They all want to get stuff in before I go (YOU KNOW, BECAUSE THIS IS NECESSARY.  HELLO PEOPLE, MY JOB IS BEING FILLED BY SOMEONE WHEN I AM NOT HERE.  GET OFF ME) and they all want to stop and ask me about my trip.  DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THIS WORK YOU JUST GAVE ME OR DO YOU WANT ME TO STOP AND CHIT CHAT WITH YOU?

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One Week Until China. I Hate China.

Sigh.

I was reading a blog about China.  It had travel tips.  Like bringing plastic bags so you can fill them up with water and use them as a stopper for the drainage hole in the middle of the bathroom floor in your hotel room.  This will stop the smell.  My first reaction was “Oh wow – that is a BRILLIANT idea!” My second reaction was to start laughing hysterical because I am traveling to a place for which I read helpful advice on how to stop your hotel room from smelling like poop.

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Two Weeks Until China!

GAAAAAAAAH.   I am not ready to go and I no longer want to go.  Do not fear though, I experience this before EVERY trip I take.  I always melt down before I go and wish I had not taken on such a huge project.  Then I get there and I forget I ever felt that way until I go back home and see these weird and foreign whines in my diary.

I could psychoanalyze myself and tell  you why I do this, or you could join me in ignoring me and together, we can move on from this.

I am still not going to post my updated itinerary because OH HEY GUESS WHAT?  Just yesterday I flipped a coin to see about changing it.  The coin said no, but I do not agree with it.  So maybe I will change it again tonight.  Or tomorrow.  Or every day until I leave.

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Another Las Vegas Trip Comes to An End.

Monday, May 4, 2009 – Day Eleven of Eleven

[This is the last part of an eleven part trip report.  If you want to start at the beginning, go here.]

I’m up at six at Fitzgeralds.  So exhausted from not sleeping last night.  I’m out at 6:30. I lose $20 trying for that $432 Rawhide slot progressive that has to hit by $500.

I have $190 left to gamble with.

I go over to Fremont and play Treasure Chest video poker, lose.

Then I play nickel Supertimes Pay video poker and hit and cash out $30.

I walk over to the El Cortez and cannot win a damn thing.

I go back to Fremont and try a combo of Supertimes Pay and Treasure Chest, nothing and nothing.  Now I’m running out of time.   Nooooooooooo.   I put $30 through a Shockwave poker machine.   This is truly a carnival game but I have to try it.  My money lasts forever on here and I’m hoping for one big win before I have to leave and it never comes.

I get back to my room at eleven and it’s time to check out and leave.  Boooooooo.

I check out, collect my $100 incidentals deposit and walk to the bus.  I get to the airport and check in for my flight.  I only have about 15 minutes to kill; I love when it’s timed like this.

I get on the plane and aim for the last row in hopes I’ll have it to myself.  No luck.  Some woman sits on me, literally on me.  Pinches my skin.  I yell out “OW” and she apologizes.  Then she turns her back to me and smashes her butt under the arm rest to lean on her husband, and her butt is all up against me for the entire flight home.  I felt so filthy and gross. The second to last line in my notes for this trip is “if this woman is barefoot for any moment during this trip, I am going to shove this pen into her jugular.”  The last line in my notes is reminding me that the flight attendant was an Elvis impersonator and did an act for us.

Sigh.

Until next time…

Las Vegas Trip Report: The Day I Whine A Lot in Las Vegas

Sunday, May 3, 2009 – Day Ten of Eleven – Last Full Day in Las Vegas

[This is part ten of an eleven part Las Vegas trip report.  If you want to start at the beginning, go here.]

I wake up at 10:00 at Fitzgeralds, which is the latest I’ve woken up the entire time I’ve been here.  I’m out at 10:30.

There’s a slot machine named Rawhide something, that has a progressive which needs to hit by $500 and it’s at $430.  I play that a while.  I got a $26.50 line pay.  Then a bonus for $19.78.  But no progressive. Dammit.

I walk over to Four Queens to check to see if I have any comps.  I have neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr in my life used a comp here and I recently discovered that they do have a separate comp system.  So I ask and I’m told that in order to get a comp I need to speak to a host and “you don’t have enough play for a host.”  So you are telling me that after nine years of playing in your casino on EVERY trip I have taken, I can’t even get a free breakfast?  And you don’t send room offers to me.  So I guess I won’t be playing here ever again.  What’s the point when I have a choice of other places who ,for the same amount of play, will give me food and free play and rooms?  Eh?
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