I am wide awake at the California hotel at 6:00 am this morning. I shower and get dressed and walk over to The D to use my $10 dining voucher. Fremont Street is empty except for me and the homeless.
I saw this sign which drove me nuts. It is a huge pet peeve of mine when people spell “Fremont” as “Freemont.” I even once saw someone spell it as “Freemount”. Although I guess since prostitution is illegal in Las Vegas, all mounts should be free. Yet whoever made this sign, must work on Freeeeeeeeeemont. And here we are.
Oh hey, the coffee shop doesn’t open until 8:00. Remember when these things used to be 24 hours? I have to use my credit today as it will be expired when I return Downtown later this trip. So I get some coffee from Dunkin Donuts and sit down at my favorite Supertimes Pay machine in all of Las Vegas, conveniently located right outside Dunkin Donuts.
This machine is my baby and I have not played her in a year. When I was here briefly in September, she was always taken. I am so glad to be reunited with her. She isn’t doing too good. Her screen is shot and fuzzy. Aw, poor baby.