Today is the day, I arrive in Las Fucking Vegas.  I am going to be gone from home for 40 days, HERE is where I posted all the places.

JFK was insanely empty, I have never seen it that empty before.   My flight was also pretty empty but have no fear, we still had the required screaming baby.  

We left early and landed early.  I don’t really know what time either of these things were?  I am so mentally disconnected from everything that is not my upcoming cruise that I cannot focus.

I decided to take a cab to Cosmopolitan and the driver asked me if I was here for F1.  Eff no.  Turns out it starts on Thursday.  Guess who has to get back to the airport on Thursday fuck everyone.

The Strip is ready:
I get to Cosmopolitan and it is past midnight.  I have not one but two emails from Cosmopolitan saying my online checkin failed and letting me know to go to the front desk.  I didn’t think mobile checkin worked for Cosmopolitan at all so these emails are concerning.  They were from human names, not a distro.

I attempt to check in and as is normal when checking in, the person helping me has to call someone.   This often happens when you check in late at night because your room type is probably gone and they need permission to move you.  Sometimes upgrade you.   But with the pairing on those oddball emails, I find myself getting a bit paranoid.   He gets me a room and I need to swipe my card for incidentals and it declines.  Um.  Let’s try again.  Declines again.  Oh dear.  I have more card with me so I just use a different one and I am given room keys yay and for the first time since MLife took over Cosmopolitan, I got Strip view!   Oh how I have missed this!

I called my credit card company first thing and they said they needed to verify some potential fraudulent activity.   First one, Cosmopolitan trying to make a charge for $0.  Second one, Cosmopolitan trying to make a charge for $600 (that would be the incidentals.).  So that was all fixed, my card is back.  And let’s fucking go?

I decided that despite it being incredibly late and I have to work in the AM, I am going to be a good girl and go to Walgreens for water.  I do this and come back and play.  Whoops?  I will only play $100 of my $225 free play.  Okay no I won’t.  I will play it all. Is that BUFFALO?  OH LET ME PLAY SOME MORE.  

Finally I am at $245 which is exactly $225 free play + my $20 I started with so I cash out and go and eat at The Henry.  The server was wonderful, the food was not that great.  The hashbrowns are normally in a crispy square.  Tonight they were oozing oil and brown nowhere.  The server was fantastic though. Shout out for the extra iced tea to go I LOVE YOU.

I was going to go to bed now but saw single line quarter Double Double Bonus video poker and gave it a whirl.

Now it is definitely bed time, I can barely keep my eyes open.

I am going to bed up $260 which is a fantastic day to end day one.

Good night.

Good last morning Las Vegas!  Today is day 18 and it is also my last day of this trip.   This trip has been so unusual for me.  I wasn’t supposed to be here.  I didn’t LOVE being here.  I hated working from here.  My time not working was sort of a let down, specifically not having a marshmallow bed at Vdara.  I only had a Bellagio fountain view one time.  I am kind of ready to go home for the first time in my life.  The only dread I feel about going home is having to unpack all the stuff in my apartment I packed for the kitchen renovation.

As soon as I wake up, the texts start from JetBlue.  Flight delay. Flight not delayed.  Flight delayed again!  Whoops, no it isn’t.  Yes it is.  This is getting annoying.  When I originally booked my flights, I then was myself and rebooked a million times.  I settled on flying home on January 1 in the afternoon but realized that this was a terrible idea to get home late and start January 2 working in my apartment, with the bulk of the apartment packed in boxes that are filling the apartment.  So I tried to change it back to fly home on the 30th and now prices are skyhigh.  But there is a flight with a layover in Boston – Mint seat for $709.  Yes please.  So now I am on that flight, with the nonstop delay texts.

I tried to change the flight to make it stop but they tried to charge me. So no.

I got dressed and went to the buffet at Cosmopolitan. I am still fucking thirsty from Wynn other other day.

After, I sit down to play Ultimate X.  Is this my last time playing?  It might be?   Some dude was playing the one next to MY machine but he is also playing on my machine.  I didn’t realize this until I came around the corner to ask if he was playing MY machine and saw that not only is he, he just hit a dealt full house on ten play quarters.   He cashes out and lets me have it.  I asked him if he wanted his multipliers and he did not because it is too expensive to play one hand.   He also told me he left multipliers on other games on this machine if I want to find them.  So  now I have no choice but to bet $25 to get his multipliers, which sucks because these machines will only let you play max bet.  You cannot bet just 5 coins a hand to get the multipiers.  Each bet is $25.  And next thing you know, I am playing ten play quarters no no no no NO you cannot even afford this on nickels stop it.

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Merry fucking Christmas from Las Vegas!

I am in pain. My back hurts. I want to sleep forever. I can only get a breakfast reservation at 8:30.  This is why you booked FN Blue remember? To have a room today that you could sleep in. Oh well.

I should go to a spa today to address the back pain. But I’ll likely just gamble and hurt my back more from sitting for hours yay.  Actually I imagine the only spa with appointments available on Christmas is very expensive and the funny thing is that since I won money, I am less willing to spend it.

I’m checking into Fremont today. I’ve read they now charge an early check in fee. Sign me up, I’ll pay it.  I’d rather pay the $25 fee and put my handpay in the safe than risk losing it.

After eating breakfast at Jardin, I went to see Cleo!  She did not like me at all today.  So sad.

I had $100 for my Ultimate X and a jerk was on her.  I played Buffalo instead and as I hit zero, jerk got off my machine.  Fuck it, let me go get $100.

I turned the $100 into $100 and cashed out.  I’ll be back to visit her this weekend.

Chilled in my room before checking out, completely exhausted.  As I read the little notes I leave in here throughout the day and the word “exhausted” was typed 3984738 times.

My Uber driver was annoying.  He pulled up in the wrong spot and acted like I was the asshole.  Then he kept mansplaining how to take an Uber to the airport on New Year’s Eve.  Over and over.  The more I kept saying “yes, I know” the more he kept talking.  It would get quiet for a minute and he would start all over again.  I am not even going home on New Year’s Eve.

Then the guy who checked me into Fremont was also annoying.  He went on a monologue about how Americans are rude.  For a very long time.  I don’t think he was talking about me, but who knows.  I was the only person on the line and he was on the phone so I stood on the line.  I did not approach the front desk until he hung up the phone and called me over.  But blah blah yammer yammer Americans rude.

I’ll post photos of my room when I check out because it is an odd room type I have never seen and I would hate to post it and (a) find out there is only one of these rooms and (b) some weirdo creep has slept in it before and now knows my room number.

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