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I slept in at Planet Hollywood this morning.  I had iced coffee in my refrigerator so I could skip a never ending line at Starbucks this morning. I need to do this more often.

I went down for breakfast and ended up at Hexx.  I have more comps than I planned to since that asshole charged my credit card for the spa instead of using my comps.  I am using the comps up and never playing at CET again, so I say.

Even though I am booked here for tonight, I am not staying here.  I take an Uber to Sahara where I am staying for the first time since the last time it was Sahara.   The check in line is long and slow.  I move hotels a LOT in Las Vegas and I rarely encounter check in lines that take more than 5 minutes to get to the front, save for Cosmopolitan, and now Sahara.

The rooms here are kind of unique, but I didn’t love it.  The view makes me feel like I am in a fancy city in Asia, and I don’t know why.  Maybe my brain is in overdrive with wanting to get the fuck out of America and return to Asia.
This table – I hated it so much. I don’t know if this is the design or if just mine was crooked.  I hate hate hate it.  I tried pushing the misaligned glass and it would not budge.  HATE IT.

I would only stay here again if I were guaranteed a room in the Alexandria Tower.  I stole this photo from the Sahara website:
Went downstairs for Starbucks and to use my free play.
I lost playing around the casino.  On everything.  I feel like the casino is smaller than it was the first time it was Sahara.  It is hard to sort it out in my brain since the whole lobby area is completely different.   But I feel the walkway from the lobby to the casino is a lot longer than it was. I know check in is in a completely different area now.  I wish the casino were bigger so there were more machines for me to lose money on.

I took a nap and when I woke up, I went to get dinner.  The food choices at Sahara, for me, are very limited.  They are limited for everyone during this trip, but even more for me and my palate of a 10 year old.  I decide to walk outside and get McDonalds.  Only the drive through is open.  Back to Sahara where I got some really crappy sandwich at Prendi and took it back to my room.

I decided to not go back out and just save my money for tomorrow when I am back Downtown.  I only stayed here just because it was new to me.  I don’t need to earn my keep since I will likely never stay here again.

In the middle of the night, I am woken up by what I think is someone trying to open my door.  This happens in Vegas, people get off at the wrong floor and think your room is theirs. Hell, I have done it myself and I don’t even drink in Vegas.  But as it continues and I wake up more, I realize it is not someone at the wrong door.  It is someone in the room next door trying to open the connecting door.

I jump out of bed in a panic that someone will break in and see my not-suitable-for-a-tank-top-body in a tank top because this is where my mind went.  I run to the connecting door and start punching and kicking it screaming “I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU” and it suddenly stops and I hear nothing but silence from that room for the rest of the night.

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