I just finished up posting my last Vegas trip report, which was a nonstop blood bath where my biggest win was a whopping $108. What a sad, depressing trip that was!
Still, when my job reminded me I had two days off to use in August, I booked another trip. I got two comped (plus resort fee, fuck you) nights at Flamingo and three at Fremont, which is my favorite hotel in all of Las Vegas, despite it being tiny and crappy. I had originally booked a MyVegas reward for two nights at Monte Carlo. In the end, I ended up cancelling (and losing my points) for that. I really just like smoking rooms in Vegas. MLife doesn’t have them. I do not want to forfeit my personal comfort for a free salmonella laced plate of scrambled eggs at the Bellagio buffet.
My flight was supposed to leave at 6:30. We boarded on time, which was a shock. We left late despite this, which was not a shock.
I landed at 9:30 and decided to shuttle to Flamingo. We sat there for a good half hour before leaving. And by “good” I mean “FUCKING LET’S FUCKING GO ALREADY.” The driver dropped me off nowhere near the entrance. If I were a degenerate packer, I would have been mad. But my bag is carry on sized so I don’t care.
