This morning I woke up in beautiful Downtown Las Vegas at California hotel.  I began to pack for a hotel switch 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.  So 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.   Did I mention it is hot outside?   Because it is.  And I am hot. And between walking around Treasure Island for no reason, and then Mirage for no reasons, I have yet to sit down and cool off in the air conditioning.

Fuck this.

I sit down and play $20 in Double Double Bonus video poker.  I lose it.  I go back to check on Buffalo.  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.  It is so frustrating when you travel to a casino to play just one specific machine and it is taken.

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.

Here are some bonus photo of Mermaids, Glitter Gulch and Las Vegas Club being prepared to be made a distant memory.   Just like my gambling budget.  I would pour out a Diet Pepsi for my dead homies but I left it in my room at Fremont.  Don’t think for a second that I forgot about how much I hate myself.