Las Vegas trip report day 7!
I wake up at 9:00 AM at Fremont hotel. Today is a day that some Covid restrictions have lifted. Someone was up bright and early at Fremont to change the signs in the elevators.
Stop for some Ultimate X before breakfast.
I am headed across the street to Four Queens. I have one reward left for Magnolias via the now defunct Four Queens app. There is a line. No big deal. My turn comes. I am seated at a table that has not been cleaned, it was just cleared. I know this because I was standing there watching for lack of anything else to do, when I was on the line. It also has the server’s tip still on the table. I point this out and am told the table was sanitized. But it wasn’t. The lie bothers me more than the sanitation and I offer to do it myself. This causes a ruckus and everyone who works here hates me.
The drink server comes over, I ask for a root beer. She keeps passing by me dozens of times, never brings me a root beer. I call out “excuse me” and she just keeps walking. Then she comes back and puts a glass of water on my table and before I can say “ROOT BEER” she runs away.
And this is my glass of water.
Yes, that is a to-go lid in my glass of water.
I try again to get her attention and she keeps buzzing by me. I have been here for awhile now and I clearly cannot get a root beer and as I was so focused on that, I never noticed how long it has been without anyone coming to take my order.
So I am done. I start to stand up to leave and almost bump into my poor server. I tell her I am leaving. I show her the glass and say I am done. She talks me into staying. Next thing you know, I have not only a lid-free glass of water, but also a root beer. YAY. Would never at all be surprised to learn that someone had spit in it.
I ordered French Toast, she tries to give me a special that includes eggs. I don’t want eggs. The special is cheaper. I don’t care, the entire meal is free with the app reward. I feel so bad for this woman though. She is the only person here who I don’t hate. So to make this conversation end, I just say fine and take whatever she wants to give me.
I wrote I am not coming back here for a year. Pretty sure I have been back already.
After eating, I go to Starbucks and order a trenta iced coffee. There is so little ice in here and it is warm and not cold. Fuck you Starbucks.
I walk over to California to play the tournament thingy that was part of the offer I am here on. this was my first time at one of these. It is not a slot tournament. You go up and pick a number off a board and win the corresponding prize. I won $100 free play. Guess I best go lose that…
I did hit 7s.
Twice.
Went over to Circa and got an iced chai latte from Jackpots and went to play Buffalo. There is one bank of Wonder 4 that I love. On both sides of the bank, I play the machine furthest to the right. On one side, my machine is taken. On the other, someone is playing on the left, the middle seat is occupied by a person who is with him but not playing. And the seat on the right is not taken but the middle person has all her crap stretched out onto the machine. I sit down and ask “is this your shit?” and she moves it.
Let’s just say I did not have a winning session. I even went to the ATM in the middle since I had no cash left, but wanted to keep playing, but my money is in the safe back in my room where while it is safe, it does not save me because I have a debit card NEENER NEENER NEENER YOU CAN’T STOP ME.
I stop at Binions on the way back to Fremont. I have $40 free play here. I turn it into $190 but I don’t know on what because I did not write it or take a photo. Asshole.
Back at Fremont, Ultimate X does not hate me.
I go to the room for a well needed break/nap.
I go back out and lose $100 at Fremont and then for some reason, head back to Circa’s Buffalo machines that cost me a bazillion dollars earlier in the day. I am Clark Griswold and this machine is my Blackjack table.
I did win something though!
I stopped at Saginaws for a to go sandwich. Since I am leaving Downtown tomorrow and will not be back this trip, I want to use up my comps. I get an extra order of potato chips to take with me when I move.
Then I got back to the room and took off my shoes, and dumped an ashtray into the potato chip bag, thinking it was the empty bag. IT WASN’T. I didn’t think ashes got through the container but I still hate myself.
I could not fall asleep at all but cannot go back out there. I really want an iced coffee. CAN. NOT. GO. BACK. OUT. THERE.