Birthday trip day 2! If you landed on this page and want to start at the beginning, go HERE.

Somehow actually I woke up at all.  Not as exhausted as I should be.  I forgot to pack face wash, but I am checking into Paris tonight so I can just go to CVS.

I am at New York, New York.  Starbucks opens at 6:00 so I go down around 5:30 to play my way over there.  It was already open but I wanted to play so…

Dancing Drums, MAJOR bonus pick!  Holy crap. $829.69:

I lost $100 on Buffalo.  Some woman gave me her $.59 ticket.  I played $100 in Moolah and turned it to $200.  A second $100 got me zero.

I finished out by getting Starbucks and am back in my room at 6:30, half an hour late for work.   This was the trip where I decided I absolutely fucking HATE working from Vegas.  I do.  I hate it.  Hate it hate it fucking hate it, could not possible fucking hate fucking HATE it more.  I used to love it.

What changed?

So many things have changed.

When I first started working remote from Las Vegas, it was also the first time I left my house since Covid.  It felt so great to be outside.  The first few trips were not only FREE OUTSIDE, but also were more vacation time than work.  As time has gone on, I keep working an extended period from Vegas and taking shorter vacations.  So these trips are more work than play.  I just got so sick of having to wake up at 5:00 every morning.  I felt so restricted and not free.  I am so sick and tired of having my work laptop with me.

You just read other people’s trip reports, and they are on vacation.  That’s what I want, to be on vacation.

Halfway through the day, I need more Starbucks so out to Starbucks I go.  I noticed on the wall that being New York themed, they have subway signs.  Oh hey – New Utrecht Avenue 62nd Street is MY subway stop on the D train.  What are the fucking chances.  I haven’t been to that subway stop in almost 3 years.

I first win $115 on Dancing Drums:

Then BUFFALO!
There are zero working TITO machines.  The closest to a working one I found was one that was not working, but the TITO machine guy was fixing it.   Fuck it, I’ll bring the TITO upstairs even though I don’t want to because that means bringing it back down and I don’t want that much cash on me when I come back down.  But better than that, I cannot even get up to my room because there is only one elevator working and there’s 32984732874 people waiting for it.  And they do that thing where they stand in front of the one working elevator so no one can get off it.  And there is always a good samaritan who is exiting, and holds the door open, but is standing IN THE ELEVATOR DOORWAY, blocking anyone trying to get on it.  I want to cry.

I finally get back upstairs to finish my work day.  But first I change my flight home to go home a week later.  No idea why this was my reaction to this clusterfuck of fuckness.

Finally work is over.  I went to Nine Fine Irishmen to use up the rest of my resort credit.  I got the Strip steak, mashed potatoes and mushrooms.  Because why wouldn’t I opt for American food at the Irish restaurant?  I regret not getting the pot pie.  The mashed potatoes tasted like cardboard and the mushrooms were all stems I could not bite through.  The steak was good for what it was.

I played Buffalo one more time:

And Dancing Drums one more time:

Time to move to Paris.  I took an Uber.  My driver was one of those helpy helperton drivers who liked to give me information about every single inch of the Strip we passed along the way.  Normally I find that there are errors in the information, but this driver knew his shit.  So did I though, so I would have preferred silence.

I have never seen reception that packed with people.  Diamond check in was empty but getting there was a clusterfuck because there were SO. MANY. PEOPLE. standing in the way.  As I am typing this up a month later, I feel anxiety remembering how many fucking PEOPLE there were inside every inch of reception.

I get room 1673 – end of hall but not an “End of Hallway” room. I have a view of Ballys and mountains.  Thought I could hear the people next door but it was the television.  I have a king room, I normally have 2 queens. The room feels very tiny.  The door keeps getting stuck and closing it is difficult, as is opening it.  I hate it.

It is 5:59.  I swore I would not gamble here and yet I am going out.  Asshole.

I stopped at Total Rewards to get a card since I threw mine out last time, vowing to never play here again. I confirm I have a Diamond Celebration dinner and she gives me a list of places I can use it, which is more up to date than the one online.

Wanted to play the Monte Carlo slots but most are out of order, or the bill acceptors are not working or taken

Lost $280 Buffalo

Room just after 7:00 with very expensive snacks.  I never made it to CVS.  I have over $300 in comps to get through because once again, I vow to never darken a CET door again after this trip.

Good night.

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