I can't believe the things rich people pay for! TVs built into bathroom mirrors! Phones by the toilet! Automated curtains! Giant flat screen HD TVs with less than basic cable! Anyhoo, below are some thoughts I jotted down last night whilst hanging out in my internet-less room. Well, it could have been internetful had I thrown down $15, but who the hell pays for internet?
My flight was pretty good. I got on the plane armed with 4 Southwest drink coupons (it’s a short flight, I wasn’t planning on getting more than 2 drinks) and was excited when the drink menu listed Bud Select! My favorite! I quickly ordered one and handed over the coupon to the fabulous flight attendant. He was hilarious. Before we took off, he told us to sit back and relax…or lean forward and look tense. He came back about 15 minutes later and asked if I wanted another one. Feeling pretty buzzed (I don’t drink on planes, but it was free, so what the hay), I said I could do another one. He quickly returned and told me, “this one’s on me” when I tried to hand him my coupon. Let’s hope that’s a good omen for the weekend! I tipped him a fiver on the way out and told him he was fabulous.
Once on the ground, I grabbed my bag and headed to the shuttle stop with my CLS shuttle company token from 2 years ago when they forgot to pick me and Mike up from the Vegas Club and we were forced to take an expensive cab ride to the airport in order to make it on time. I expected them to put up a fight, but they took my token and sent me on my way. The driver waited until the shuttle was full to take off, but it still didn’t take too long.
When I got to the hotel, I checked in and was told I had to put down a $200 deposit on the room. I immediately protested because it’s supposed to be a free room, so the lady put a $100 deposit on the room and told me to make sure I didn’t touch anything in the mini bar so I wouldn’t get charged. I also noticed that Bill Compton from True Blood seems to be on the key card for my room. And the woman he is with is most certainly not Sookie Stackhouse!
I'll try to take a better picture later, and edit it right away. For some reason, I can't rotate the image. And I held the camera too close, but trust me, it's totally Bill Compton.
The room, upon first inspection, didn’t look all that impressive. Two beds, a desk, and a square-chair, meh. There’s a big flat screen TV, but there aren’t that many channels (I know, I’m supposed to be out gambling, but these are my bonus days where I plan to do nothing but laze around). The bathroom is impressive, though, there’s a nice tiled shower with two shower heads and a bench, but I don’t recommend sitting on it. I tried to and immediately decided it was an accident waiting to happen (I took a shower so I could watch the TV that is built into the mirror while I showered). There’s also a phone next to the toilet in case you REALLY need to make a phone call. That’s how you know the room is fancy.
I went and grabbed a quick lunch and a couple of beers across the street (luckily, Caesar’s is across the street from cheap alcohol Meccas O’Shea’s and Casino Royale) and came back here to eat and watch junk on TV.
Gabe got here around 8, which was about the time I figured out that the WiFi in the lobby wasn’t free. How rude! You’d think with all the conventions in this town, there’d be some free WiFi somewhere.
Anyhoo, Gabe had just driven for like 10 hours, so we went across the street to O’Shea’s and had Burger King for dinner, then left when we decided we couldn’t stand to be around the frat boys playing beer pong in the background. We went over to Casino Royale, bought a couple of Bud Selects (thasright!) and sat down at the penny slots and played a couple of bucks so we could collect on a “free” cocktail while we played. We didn’t stay long, because we were both full and tired, so we headed back and watched Mythbusters before going to sleep.
I'll throw up some pictures later, but for now, here's this while I post in real-time at a bar at the Palazzo.
