Today began with my venturing down to the lobby gift shop to grab a Rockstar energy drink (no BANG! after yesterday’s side effects. However, upon arriving in the gift shop, the clerk told me I needed to have a mask on — apparently, in my quest for caffeine I had forgotten to don my mask. I grabbed one from the dispenser in the lobby right outside the shop and I was good to go. What was strange was that I passed slot attendants and even exchanged “good mornings” with a security guard — none of whom seemed to notice or care that I was - GASP - maskless.
I then spent the rest of the afternoon until 4:30 p.m. lounging lazily in my room watching football and napping on and off — some people just can’t handle Vegas.
During my lazy afternoon, I received an email from a loyal reader of my blog, who has given permission for me to reproduce it below - what are your thoughts?
Email:
Hey Epic. I'm sorry I never got around to e-mailing you before now. My trip was a total downer. My trip was over before it even started. I had a group of freeloading people with me. None of them had any money, a plan, or a place to stay. They expected me to buy them food, and let them stay with me for a whole week! Who does that?! They lied to me and said they had friends in Las Vegas that they were going to stay with. I didn't want to bring them, but i gave in and said ok. A few hours into the trip I realized no one had any money. everyone was hungry and expected me to buy them food. I was instantly pissed off right there. I got us all something to eat. I drove for 22 hours. dozed off. Ran off the road and almost totaled my car! Finally arrived in Vegas. These people all jump on their phones. call all their friends, and start bragging. Hey, "I'm in Vegas" yeah. I'm gonna be here for a week. We're staying at the Mirage! I was pissed! I said "No!" I am staying at the Mirage. You guys said you had friends here and a place to stay. Where am I dropping you off? They pretended to text people. They had no friends here! I was so angry. They slept in my room on the floor for 2 days. I told them. You guys have to go! I was still buying them food! on the third day I dropped them off at the bus station, and bought them some groceries. they made some phone calls, and they conned someone into buying them bus tickets home. by this time the majority of my bankroll is gone! Money I had planned to use for gambling, and gas home is half gone. And I still have 3 days to go! I checked into the Flamingo. Things got even worse. I was playing slot machines. I couldn't win for anything! No bonuses, no nothing. I have been playing slot machines for a long time. I know how the majority of them work. The machines at the Flamingo are set to non pay! I'M SERIOUS! I noticed all of the progressives on every progressive machine was turned off! I walked around the whole casino and looked at every one! I will have a video posted sometime soon. I was so angry when I realized this. I had just spent a couple hundred dollars on these machines! the next day i was walking to Planet Hollywood. I noticed the machines were the same way! These are both Caesars properties. So I did some investigating. I went to other Caesars properties, and they were all the same! All progressive machines were not activated! Yesterday was my last full day here. I'm about to pack up and leave town now. I'm sorry we didn't get to meet up. Maybe there will be another chance. Good luck to you, and Don't play slots at any Caesars properties.
So tonight’s dinner is going to be at Hell’s Kitchen - I have heard only good things - I am thinking I should try the signature dish of beef Wellington…decisions, decisions.
I met up with my host and a few other players and we made our way over to Hell’s Kitchen
We had reservations for 7:45 p.m. and we arrived at 7:40 p.m. and, just as we were checking in, some drunk dude stepped in front of us demanding a seat at the bar. The hostess told him she was helping us and that he would need to wait until she was finished - he then mouthed off to her, the manager immediately came over and told the gentleman he could leave or security would ensure that he left - NICE!
We were seated within a few minutes and one of the other players ordered a signature smoked Old Fashioned
The drink arrived in a glass case filled with smoke which supposedly seeped into the alcohol giving it a bold, smokey taste.
Two guys and a girl at the next table, who were probably in their early 20’s, were in awe of the presentation and ordered one of their own - they looked over at our table, held the drink up and gave our table a “Cheers”, along with a knowing look.
We ordered various items for the table to share: lobster risotto, mac and cheese with black truffles, scallops and two ordered of beef Wellington. I inquired of the waiter as to when the bread would arrive at the table and he informed me that they do not serve bread (I assume they want everyone to spend money on appetizers instead).
As I do not eat seafood, I indulged in the mac and cheese, which was delicious. A few moments later the beef Wellington arrived with a demi-glaze and puréed potatoes - it was good, not great.
As the entree was finished, the waiter asked whether anyone wanted dessert - they did not have a dessert menu but informed everyone that the signature dessert was a sticky toffee pudding. Nobody wanted a whole dessert for themselves so we ordered two puddings for the table and all partook of a bite or two - it was so rich and delectable - a grade A dessert.
After dinner we all walked back to The Cromwell. As I was still feeling the lazy Sunday vibe, I headed up to my room to relax. There was no gambling today but, alas, tomorrow is a brand new day.
