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I am up at 7:00 and out by 7:45.  Today I am going to revisit the Strip.  I am smart enough to have thought ahead to getting Dunkin Donuts last night to keep in my refrigerator so I could have a large iced coffee while playing at Bellagio this morning.

It is fucking HOT outside.  Like the hot where the sun burns your eyes and they really hurt.  I had to wait 17 minutes for my Uber.  This is abnormally long for this trip, albeit at this time last year, I would have been psyched just to be able to get one at all.

I watched as my driver passed by me on his way to drop off the person before me at Four Queens.  Please pick me up on the way, I need air conditioning?

My plans for Bellagio are to play the Dancing Drums machine I won on last trip, play some Cleopatra Keno and some Buffalo.  I have enough comps for the buffet.  Even though I am not a fan of it, I am less of a fan of leaving comps on the table.

I play Dancing Drums.  Woo hoo, this is going to plan!
But then I stop at Moolah.  I have to stop playing this mother fucking game.  I can’t stop.   I lose money. Stop playing it.  This was not in the plan.  STOP IT.

I did somehow stop myself when I only lost $40.  That in itself deserves a million dollars.

Cleopatra Keno YAY.  It went like this:

$20 – $120
$20 – $60
$20 – $40
$20 – $0
$20 – $0
$20 – $0

Time to stop!

I had the buffet, which I enjoyed more for breakfast than I did for dinner.  But still would never in a million years pay for this thing.

Over to Buffa-NO, I am not allowed to play this.  But let me try one last time ever, I swear this will be the last time ever.
From here over to Cosmopolitan.  First stop Starbucks!

Someone is on my Buffalo Max machine.  Sigh. AND someone is on MY Ultimate X video poker machine.  I feel like this happens every time I come down here for my last day.  PEOPLE GET OFF MY MACHINES.

I play some Dancing Drums to kill time to wait for this guy to get OFF MY MACHINE GET OFF MY MACHINE.

He gets off after I only lost $40 and I bless him for it.

My machine isn’t paying me though.  WHY.  I am talking to her, telling her this is it.  I am going home tomorrow, last chance LADY.  She doesn’t give a fuck.

I head back to Fremont, by way of Las Vegas Paiute smoke shop to get some cheap cigarettes.

I take a nap and go back out.  It is one of those nights, I cannot hit for shit on anything.  I hate these nights.

My lonely win:
I went to Magnolias to get another avocado club melt and they don’t have them today because they are short staffed.  OMG WHY.

I am trying all over the place here. The D, cannot win.  Binions, cannot win.  Fuck it, let’s go all the way to Main Street Station to play the 50-cent Double Double Bonus machine that was so nice to me earlier in this trip.  NOTHING.

It appears I have overstayed my welcome?

I collected my cash back from both Binions and Four Queens.  I head to the room where I pack a bit.  Then Dunkin Donuts.  Then losing money.  Then room.  Then Dunkin Donuts.  Then room to pack.  Then Dancing Drums.  Then Moolah.  NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING. I cannot get a damn thing started.

I have been very lucky throughout this entire trip so I can’t complain too much, but I can complain a little, right?

Good night.

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