So today is the day I head to Vegas — a brief respite in an otherwise insanely stressful summer thus far — clients, attorneys and Judges all conspiring to create the most drama they can before I board the plane. Luckily, though, I am now at the airport and, lo and behold, who do I meet in the TSA line, none other than Cuba Gooding Jr. – told him I enjoyed his work in the OJ mini-series, he thanks me, shook me hand and that was that.
Took a little nap in my seat at the gate and had a nice conversation with a Nigerian man and his family (who now live in NY) who were heading to Vegas for a convention of some sorts.
Finally, we were called to board:
We took off a few minutes early and I enjoyed my seat and a drink
A fell asleep and, before I knew it, we were landing:
Hailed a LYFT and was soon at the hotel:
Per the advice of @VegasHC I did not attempt the $20 trick – instead, asked about a comp upgrade and waited to see if one would be granted – it was and the hotel clerk earned his $20 tip – I was upgraded to a mini-suite — no view but very nice:
After settling in, I headed to the cage to sign for the front money I wired — here is where things get interesting — the cashier informed me they would contact a supervisor as they did not know what “front money” was — a few minutes later a supervisor showed up and, about 15 minutes later, after a flurry of typing and quizzical looks at the screen, the supervisor informed me she was trying to “locate” my front money and asked me to be patient — 15 more minutes later, she came back to tell me that Caesars properties has recently switched banks from Chase to Wells Fargo and that only certain employees had access to the new account screens — fast forward another 10 minutes and she asked if I could “stop by later”, stating she believed it would be all figured out then — so, 2 hours later I went back and was informed that the appropriate authorities were able to see that my front money was indeed in the account — what happened next was new to me (if it is standard operating procedure, please let me know) — I filled out and signed forms for about 20 minutes and, at the end, the clerk said to me (rather anticlimactically) – have a nice day
Hmmmm –I looked at him and asked him where my money was — he said I can only get the money at the tables as front money could only be used at the casino it was wired to. I had no idea this was the case as I would never have sent money for gambling to the The Linq — I asked if they had a high limit blackjack area and the supervisor told me to check out the pit known as “3535” – apparently inside the “3535” bar — I sauntered over and the pit was not even open – however, the rules on the table read:
“Dealer must hit Soft 17”
“Blackjack pays 6:5”
I went back to the cage and informed the supervisor that, not only was the pit not open, but that no way a high limit pit would have those rules. I asked her what we could do – whether my money could be sent over to Caesars or the Cromwell so I could play there — another 10 or so minutes later, she informed me she was waiting for a call back from the supervisor at the Cromwell and it could probably be done. Finally, after waiting another 15 minutes, she said she was going to hand over the cash to me instead and felt bad I was in this situation. That was very nice of her — however, by the time all this happened, it was late and I was both exhausted and very hungry.
By the way, that new LED high definition billboard is breathtaking
I ordered the filet and au gratin potatoes and enjoyed it thoroughly
Upon arriving back to the hotel room, I texted with Chris from Faces and Aces but he was downtown at that time and we made plans to meet up tomorrow.
I so wanted to head back down tot he casino floor and make my way to a blackjack table but, alas, I fell asleep.
Hopefully I will get to actually play some cards tomorrow.