Las Vegas trip report day 2. Or maybe day 1.5. I could not sleep at all in my room at Plaza. It simply would not cool down. No I did not call the front desk.
I am up at 4:30 AM and kill some time before the Dunkin Donuts at Fremont opens at 5:30. There is rain in the forecast for today.
I get some iced coffee and decide to play at Four Queens. It is incredibly windy out so I play at Mike’s bar, which is open to outside. The cool air feels great.
I lose $40 too quickly so I venture into the casino and lose $60 on Buffalo. Then another $40 on Buffalo. Then another $60 on Buffalo. Then…..another $40 on Buffalo. OH COME THE FUCK ON.
I walk outside to go back to Plaza and I have just missed a downpour. I love when it rains in Vegas.
Back to Plaza, I stop and grab McDonalds to go and head to my gross, warm room.
I take a nap and when I wake up, I am not in a rush to go gamble again. I watch Netflix on my phone for a bit and then go back out around 4:00. I didn’t have my Plaza card with me. Didn’t care too much since I don’t care about getting comps here any longer.
I know the weather is turning to triple digits any day now, so I take advantage of it not being too hot to walk my ass over to Downtown Grand. I have monthly free play here. I am not sure why I don’t also have offers here. They emailed me an offer for New Year’s Eve, but never normal offers. Well except that one time they did send me an offer and I booked it but didn’t play a lot since I hated my room. Hmm. I sense there is a clue here…
My free play at Downtown Grand was only $5, I thought it would be $25. I lost $120 in here. Good job.
I continue on with my hopes of turning free play into a bazillion dollars. Next stop: The D. I have a Buffalo machine here. I love her. They moved her during Covid but I found her. She is broken, you cannot choose to play 2 credits per line. The button is dead. I don’t care though, I promised to stay with her in sickness and in health. But she is GONE. What the fuck? I scoured every inch of both floors looking for her. I feel like I must have looked like a crazed lunatic WHERE IS MY BUFFALO MACHINE OMG. Sigh.
I am forced to lose my free play on a Double Double Bonus video poker machine, followed by a loss of $100 in cash going back and forth between Cleopatra Keno and Double Double Bonus video poker because fuck you.
And speaking of fuck you – as I was playing, some guy stands behind/next-ish to me and starts calling “Miss, excuse me, Miss” and I ignore him because there is literally nothing on Earth he would say that I would want to hear. He keeps coming closer to my face, keeps yelling “Miss” and of course, the bartender is all the way at the other end of the bar so I cannot use my eyes to beg for help. Once this guy inches close enough so he is dead in my face I ask “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT” and he tries offering me a $25 chip for one cigarette. I don’t want it. I don’t fucking want it. I don’t play table games, I don’t even know if this is a real chip, I do not want to walk and cash it in, I don’t want to give him a cigarette, I don’t believe that even if I do agree to this, that he will accept just ONE cigarette and not bargain for more. I don’t know that giving him what he wants gives him the green light to sit and talk to me. I don’t want ANYTHING to do with this person. Nothing. At. All.
So obviously I say no, without making eye contact, continuing to focus on my machine. He won’t take no for an answer. I keep ignoring him, he keeps trying. Finally the bartender comes over and I give him the “help me” look and gesture towards this guy. He asks the guy if he needs something. Nope. He starts to leave and yells to me “Don’t be so scared next time!” Scared of what? Getting arrested for murdering you because you are RUINING MYMOMENT BY BEGGING ME FOR STUFF I AM NEVER GONG TO GIVE YOU? Go die.
UGH.
I hit Circa next. Buffalo it is! Saddest biggest win of the day ever.
Some photos of Fremont Street:
Back to my room at Plaza. Here is the night view:
I chill in my room watching Netflix on my phone again. I hear some weirdo fluttering sound. If you live in NYC and hear an unidentifiable fluttery sound, you automatically jump up with your heart pounding, in absolute fright of possibly finding a flying roach in your home. I was so fucking scared. I could not identify the sound, but I am obligated to in case an extended family of flying roaches live in my room. I cannot take the pressure so I go downstairs for a bit.
Opening my room door, I find the source of the sound. It was not a family of flying cockroaches. Down a couple of doors, someone has vomited all over the hallway. They ate something with a lot of red dye in in.
Once downstairs, I lost $200 on Buffalo in record time. Why must this trip be like this? I don’t want to spend days upon days just losing. I had a trip like this once before. Okay twice. Where I never got any big win, never had my money last to sit and play. Crossed fingers this ends when I leave this shitty hotel the day after tomorrow.
Good night Las Vegas.