Mirage and myVEGAS (and TI as a backup) - Part One

Reposted from the classic 2013 Victory Trip.

Feb 28, 2013 - Our pretty intelligent Danehuahua, Chippy, rewired a Speak 'n Spell one weekend to play myVEGAS on her favorite site - DogBook. Chippy has a 12 pound head and a 6 pound body (Great Dane head, chihuahua body) so she's pretty smart for her size.

I did various things such as putting kibble on the mouse button to get her to play my game, but she mostly focused on her own account. I think she was hoping to get a suite out here and rent some time with one of those 'service' dogs you see on the kennel slapper cards outside the SPCA. Like maybe a nice male Pomeranian, or maybe a mastiff.

Anyway, I actually did get enough loyalty points to get a 2 night stay in a Mirage suite. I also wanted to redeem for a steak dinner but unfortunately, something happened to my account and I am no longer able to redeem awards.

It has to do with the terms of service.

I think maybe they are upset that Chippy was playing on my behalf, because any assistive devices or software are strictly verboten, as they should be. I didn't understand this at the time, but I do now. I broke the rules. And so did Chippy. So, if you are going to play myVEGAS, take my advice - play by the Terms of Service!!! Do that, and you can get some pretty cool and valuable stuff.

I have yet to get this situation resolved, so I didn't really know if the suite reward would be honored or not. And it made for a tense few weeks before the trip. Plus I really wanted a steak dinner and couldn't redeem even though I have tons of loyalty points.

It just so happened that T.I. sent me an offer - a couple of nights and $50 free play and some coupons and a spin for more freeplay or prizes. This sounded good and I enjoyed T.I. last trip, so I booked it as a backup in case the Mirage suite was rescinded.

And this was where we were heading after we checked out of Enynn - but I am getting ahead of myself here...

We got up really early at Encore and headed down. Well let me tell you, they have a BRIGADE of cleaners that were going at the floors, carpets, surfaces - you name it. They take maintenance seriously and spend a lot of dollars on it. It was quite impressive, if somewhat annoying. Okay, so I hadn't had my morning coffee yet...

Once again, the Quad Queenus Emeritus was giving a clinic in the getting of Quads. Behold, Aces for $100, and then Deuces right away for $100 (on 50 cent) and then Fours dealt for $100.
Are you asking how does she do it? I ask that every fucking day.

She graduated to Dollars and played there for about an hour. Meanwhile I was losing and down about $230 after an hour and a half. Finally I picked up Threes for 100 beans.

I got quad 7s a few minutes later so I wasn't doing too badly.

And Mrs. F hit Aces on dollar Bonus for $400. She was enjoying a Video Good Poker Morning!

I really wanted to hear the Fee Fi Fo Fum! bonus song in the hit penny slot 'Giant's Gold'.

I find this vexing game unfathomable. I just don't get it. But I did want to hear the song.

So I played a $20 and got a lot of nothing. Things that looked like they should be great, weren't. And other spins that looked like nothing paid 5 cents or 25 cents or once 300 cents.

I found myself fantasizing about the Giant's Wench who was pretty hot.

Maybe the attraction in this game is for the comely Giant, who seems to have pretty impressive spires, even if his head to body ratio is 1:99 instead of the normal human 1:8. Stupid big-dicked pinhead Giant!!! Give me your fucking GOLD and play the stupid SONG!!!!

At one point, I got three Jacks and two birds that looked like they might be chickens or ducks.

"Hey, Jacks and Ducks," I pointed out excitedly. "I have a full coop!"

Okay, so I had no chance with the video Wench, and I lost my $20. And I didn't get to hear Fee Fi Fo Fum.

For fun and chilling excitement, we walked into the Forbidden High Limit Room. It had better artwork, and a bored staff, trained in the black arts of wordlessly shunning such rabble as The Flusher. But we stood up to their stink-eye gazes and Mrs. F gave a $25 slot a spin. Three spins actually. Nothing.

Her enthusiasm undampered, she tried some rich-ass video poker machine and played some hands at the $5 level - that's $25 a hand. Peanuts to most rich people, but wall nuts to us. She managed to go from $100 to $200 so it was good.

Somebody betting 1 credit a spin before we got there. Stop the madness!

We had breakfast - yes buffet again... I recommend the following: the smoked salmon, the pork pot stickers, the raspberry cheesecake shooters, the eggs B., and the curried potatoes with chick peas, unless the curry is runny, as it inexplicably was on our last morning - horrors!

Like true 'high rollers' we stopped by the Casino Host's Alcove of Intimidation. A friendly guy with hairy knuckles invited us to sit in front of his Casino Host's Desk of Intimidation with Unseeable Computer Screen that Knows All / Tells All.

We thought maybe we had played enough for Steve Wynn to pick up part of our exorbitant food bill which totalled about $430. Worth a try, right?

The hairy knuckled Seer consulted the Screen which Knows All / Tells All and said, "nope."

Seems our play was a little light to even cover our offer (3 nights, $300 free play) which I have to admit was pretty sweet, and probably worth something like $600 or $700 or maybe even more. I get Wynn offers with rooms for $109, so I figure casino rate is around that or so.

I asked him what our coin in and coin out was.

"$52,200 coin in. $52,075 coin out."

Fifty two fucking thousand in action? Downtown they would build a casino tower in our honor for that kind of action over 3 days. Not only could I not believe that we'd played that much, I couldn't believe we came so close to break-even.

I could, however, believe that the Casino Host's Alcove of Intimidation was not impressed enough with us peons to grant additional comps. I thought they might knock something off the bill, but really, my expectations were low. And they were met. I didn't really mind.

We packed up our stuff and vacated the amazing 60th (bullshit) floor room, ready to check in to our Mirage Suite - we hoped.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Quad Queen 3 Royal Flusher 2

Reposted from the classic 2013 Victory Trip.

Feb 27, 2013 - We awoke to another amazing Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas day. One sleeps fairly well 60 (fake) stories up. The agenda, for the short term... gambling and coffee.

I like the Encore casino - its smaller, quieter and a little more manageable than the full Wynn one. It's homey in an extravagant way. We started with a shot at Dollar Boner Deluxe. Why am I addicted to trying to get quads on this game??! I burned $60 at it and the WynnQyeen went through $100.

We tried another trick that is a good, savvy gambling technique - the parlay. It's pretty simple, you start at quarters and if you double your stake, you move up to the next level. Lose half your stake, and you move down a level. There are some machines that have 25 cent, 50 cent, dollars and two dollars on them by the slot club so we gave it a shot. I didn't do too well, but QQ made it up to $2. Playing hard, that's $10 a hand, looking for a quad or other jackpot. She burned through 100 hands but didn't get any wins. Shame, that.

Prior, she'd hit a few things - deuces for $50, and a dealt straight flush. And 4s for $50... but it all went away. Shame, that.

We checked in with this quarter progressive, which had been at $1700 the night before. Nope, it had reset, at around $1020. Still, it's nothing to sneeze at and as good as the short pay quarter games get at Enynn.

We played a bit and QQ held a couple of cards, ended up with a flush (or so she thought). Pressed deal.

Nothing happened.

Hit deal a few more times. Nothing. That's because it wasn't a flush.

It was a Royal Flush. Her third of the trip. WAHOOOOO!!!!!

I like this part.

Amazing. Just amazing. To call this trip out as the Victory Trip at the beginning, and have this kind of, well, victory... it's just totally the R.F.W.

We played more hither and yon and I found myself suffering financially. In fact, I was down $300. No quads. Meanwhile, the QQ nailed another - 7s.

The buffet is so good, and breakfast at the restaurants about the same price, that we opted for it on many meals during our stay. Besides, what restaurant would ever have the Quad Queen Pound O'Smoked Salmon and Pizza special she favors?

Meanwhile... I continued with the shitkicking. And I was getting gnarly about it.

It's not that I was jealous to see Mrs. F hitting a Royal Flush while I couldn't even hit a quad, it was just that when I saw her doing those things I wanted them for my very own and I was sad, angry, dispossessed, mortified, depressed, desperate, jealous, upset, nasty, jealous, and jealous about it.

I'd tried $100 in the Megabucks machine that had done well for me (allowing me to win before losing, instead of just losing) and all it did was lose. Seriously. I played 33 spins in a row with NOTHING. NO WIN WHATSOEVER. A crime against spinning if you ask me.

So I tried a flyer on dollar Boner Deluxe, which had paid off for me so handsomely in previous days. Nada.

So now I was in damage control mode. This was the kind of situation that you could easily go another two, three or four hundred in the hole. NOT THE R.F.F.W.!!!!

After a long, long time, I took another hundred. Broke it into twenties. Gingerly shoved a twenty up the Boner Deluxe machine's ass. Lost it.

Okay, so it will have to be quarters. Just try to play without losing so much. Play slowly. Hey, I got quad 7s. That's good. Good enough to try.... Dollar Boner Deluxe. Again.

And it wasn't good. Not at all. A more savvy gambler at that time would have quit playing for the day and spent his time collecting porn slapper cards out on the strip.

Actually, it was draining so fast... you just know that it is done, hand after hand of nothing. I couldn't bear to run it to ground and have that horrible sinking feeling that you get when you are down $700 by 1:30pm.

Instead I cashed out at $15, shoved the ticket jealously at the winning Quad Queen, and ran up to the room, simpering, with that horrible sinking feeling that you get when you are down $685 by 1:30pm.

Upstairs I poured a few stiff ones and had a little cry in the bathroom, with the door locked so I could act extra pouty just in case Mrs. F came up to check on me.

She didn't, so I finally had to unlock the door and get busy with some blogging (through my loser's tears I'll have you know). You haven't seen anything like it since Old Yeller croaked. (I never knew why they called it that, that dog never yelled or even spoke anything in that movie.)

Meanwhile, the Quad Queen played an hour and a half and broke even. She came and got me and I took... one more hundred. Nursed it along playing quarters.

Ordered drinks. I noticed that the cocktail waitress was a little pregnant (if that's possible) and resting the tray on her tummy.

"Maybe there is a cocktail waitress in training in there," said the Quad Queen.

"Yeah, maybe the ultrasound shows a little hand reaching up and holding that tray," I replied.

I ordered coffee.

"Just coffee?" she asked.

"Yes, just plain old coffee. Cream and sugar." I paused. "Maybe it would be okay if there was also a shot of vodka in it."

"Is that what you want then? Coffee, cream, sugar with shot of vodka."

"Well..." I said coyly, "if you are twisting my arm."

"I'll have a hot tea," said the Quad Queen.

"Hot tea..." the waitress repeated.

"Yes, I am... I am a hot-tea," I said loudly, and batted my eyes at her. She smiled.

She walked away and I said loudly, "I'VE MADE A NEW FRIEND!!!!". I was not really making good sense at this point in the day.

When I tried to stumble into the women's washroom, the kindly security dude intercepted me. On the way out, we chatted. He thought I'd won big when my arms went up in the air.

"I was dealt a flush. When you're down $700 you celebrate the little things. Tell you what, I hit a quad, you'll see me spin in my chair."

We played on. I was doing a bit better, but still... I was headed for a total shitkicking day unless something seriously lucky happened.

I did finally hit a quad - 4s for $50 - I spun around two or three times, arms raised high. The security dude gave me the thumbs up. It was sort of like when you are a kid and your dad lets you win at snakes and ladders though, kind of lame and bittersweet.

Well, I did manage to hit four Aces for $100. So I could still at least play the game, apparently. Still. Not near enough. I needed a Royal.

They had some drawing promotion thing where you get tickets for your play during the day. We happened onto it just at the deadline and we played. Got sweet fuck all.

Yeah, right.

We decided that room service dinner would be the way to go. I tried to keep things in perspective (QQ=winner, me=horrible stinky loser but in a nice room.)

I wanted the rib eye, and she wanted surf and turf.

"No.... no no," I said. "I'm losing too much today. You can have surf. Or turf. You can't have both. I think you should just have the turf."

 

Surf and Turf

 

Once again, it was absolutely delicious. We also had mac and cheese, and a french onion soup and I squirrelled away enough buns and some butter to make a pre-breakfast snack out of. You have to do these things when you are 'suite camping'.

The Sad Stats

Quad Queen was up $500 on the day, $840 on the trip

I was down $760 on the day, up $1805 on the trip.

Combined, we are still up $2,645.

And what's in the offing? A suite at the Mirage anyone? How about a room at T.I.?

How about... both?!

Enwynning and Enlosing

Reposted from the classic 2013 Victory Trip.

Feb 26, 2013 - We got up early as we both had a fitful night. Well, the Quad Queen had a fitful night and I inherited one. We got up at 5:00 am to find that the day was early here in Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas.

We found a quarter progressive at $1600 for the royal so we gave it a shot and the Quad Queen went on a Quad Tear as she has so often in the past.

She hit 10s. She hit Kings. Two hands later she hit sevens. Then threes for $50. Meanwhile, I was playing Double Double Bonus and was down $160. We played for an hour and twenty minutes before I hit my first quad of the day.

I really struggle with quads sometimes. Some days I really, really struggle.

Even with the quad I was down $200 on the day. I decided dollar slots would be a good idea.

Nice hit!!!

I actually won. I put $100 in and took $220 out. Back at the VP machines, Mrs. Flusherynn was playing dollars and hit Queens

I tried some double double and dropped a hundy. Really bouncing around today.

I tried another slot and won $80 and then played some dollar Double Double. And I hit quad tens for $250.

We took a rest and I did some blogging and then we pounded the dollar Double Double again. I lost a hundy and Mrs. F lost two. Things seemed to be turning.

Now, somewhere in here, we ate breakfast (second breakfast, for me) at the Buffet. It's amazing. Pretty much everything I taste there is fantastic.

I put $100 in a Megabucks slot. My hundred grew to about $160 with a decent win. The smart thing to do would be to cash it out and do some other things, and maybe try back another time. So, I played on, and played it into the ground.

It wasn't entirely bad - I figure I put $1000 of dollar slot coin-in through and played for over half an hour. They love this sort of thing when they hand out future offers. And I really wanted to give myself some chances to win big on this trip. I had many, many chances in this session. But as de Niro says in Casino, "In the end... we get it all."

We went back to Wynn and played this and that including some Triple Play which yielded a lot of quads - I didn't even take pictures of them all. I also seem to have lost my $160 buy-in.

This was a very busy day with a lot of play. My notes are kind of messed up, as is my brain. However, I do remember that this was the actual point at which it went in the dumper for me.

For some reason, all table games have been my nemesis this trip. I've lost and lost and lost on them. And this was no different, another $100 lost on craps in about 11 minutes 29 seconds. And then a quick hundred gone on a dollar slot, while the Queen was still hitting.

Behold, the chandelier of DEATH!

Somewhere in there we had dinner at... The Buffet. It's really good. Dinner is a bit pricy at $38 a person.

Once I was full, I made sure to throw a lot of smoked salmon away in order to cover the cost.

Somehow! - shocked face! - SOMEHOW.... I'm down $500 today. What. The. Fuck. ??????

I realized this and a cold shudder came over me. This could get really. really. bad. So what do I do? Play on, or quit?

I took another hundred and hit up my old pal, Boner Deluxe. $400 for any quad.

First fucking hand out of the gate, I hit it and my day was alive again! Quad deuces for $400 smackers. Woot!

After that I tried some dollar Bonus and hit a quad for $125 but gave a lot of it back. Still it was a huge great feeling to be down $600 and hit for $400. It turned a disaster day into a somewhat normal day.

Well, as normal as it can be when you are a video poker savant like Royal Flusher. Did I mention that I lost $200 today???

The Stats

Quad Queen got her ass totally kicked big time. Hey, it happens. Down $800 on the day. Up $340 on the trip.

Royal Flushwynn, down $200 on the day, up $2565 on the trip.

Combined up $2,905.

How did Mrs. Flusher lose so much in one day? I guess it just sorta happened. We'd eaten away a good chunk of our winnings.

But one really bad day happens from time to time, right?

I mean... one would not expect that one would have more than one terrible, terrible day like that right?

Right?...

Wynn and Spynn and Maimm!

Reposted from the classic 2013 Victory Trip.

Feb 26, 2013 - The suite on the 60th floor (bullshit, its not really that tall... Wynn must have story envy... its really about 40 stories up, which is still not insignificant for any man) is gorgeous. And the view from up here is spectacular.

Floor to ceiling windows, you can see from east to south to west the entire valley floor from mountains to mountains. The airport is like that German miniature airport model, except it has really tiny airplanes that actually fly. Mirage and T.I. are dwarfed. And the Fashion Show Mall looks as stupid as ever.

But first things first - we had some gaming to do.

"Put a hundred dollar bill out," I said, as I did the same.

"Okay, a hundred each, lets play."

Yes, it was my favorite casino game - Guess the Exorbitant Price of the Room Service Entree. It was my idea, so Mrs. F. got to pick the entree - Eggs Benedict.

You had to guess the price without going over and if we both went over, closest guess won. Mrs. F won the toss and guessed $18.

I guessed $22 dollars. I was pretty confident that Steve Wynn knows how to overcharge for Eggs B.

We looked up the actual Exorbitant Retail Price of the Room Service Eggs B. which was.... $19. I'd been bested again, by my own student of such inanity. (She kindly returned my hundy, knowing I would cry and pout mercilessly the entire day, thus ruining our vacation, until she did. Savvy.)

I was pretty excited to see that our suite here at Enynn has a definite grommet motif. I'm positive some of Royal Canadian Veeblefetzer's size 7 grommets are used throughout the resort.

You can clearly see that our new Royal Canadian Veeblefetzer logo has influence over the entire bevy of Enynn designers. I feel very at home next to the grommet-inspired motifs found throughout the resort.

The offer we got from Enynn (well, the offer Mrs. Flusher got - I am here at her pleasure) included $300 free play which is not really $300 in free play. It's Free Credit. And it's not free. Basically, when you turn the Free Credit on, each time you bet some money, the machine ponies up the same amount after the hand.

Mrs. F. put a hundy in a machine and played the $300 through on dollar Bonus Poker, and when she was done, there was $360 in the machine. Subtract her original hundred and you can see that the Free Credit was converted to $260 in bettable pocketable cold hard cash.

Meanwhile, I ran a $20 up to $80 and then got dealt quad 6s, so we were both pretty happy - off to a good start.

We'd brought a double each from the room and then started (stupidly) ordering cocktails. We tried some other machines to mixed results and I ordered a few Absoluts 'with your famous Enynn big-ass olives in'. Wynn has the giantest olives I've ever seen in a cocktail.

We hammered the machines (as well as our bloodstreams) and the QQ was having some luck, while mine had changed. I was pounding 50 cent Double Double Bonus, looking, looking for a quad. We probably played for an hour and a half like that, getting louder, and louder and having more and more fun that we wouldn't remember the next day.

I'd dropped about $140. I came sooooo close to getting the Aces with Kicker I coveted. On 50 cent Double Double Bonus it would pay a mind-boggling $1000. I ended up with three Aces and a kicker numerous times and became more and more agitated. And my credits were dropping.

Unexpectedly, I hit quad 8s from two cards for $125 and was so excited and happy I did a 360 degree spin in my chair. Hmmm, felt funny! I did a few more spins and then did a 359 degree spin. The reason it wasn't a 360 degree spin was that my knee getting lacerated on the front of the VPmachine stopped me dead. OMG it hurt.

The cocktail waitress happened by... and I held my hand over my glass.

"Cut me off,"

"Really?..."

"YES. Cut me off of alcohol. And cut me off of big-ass olives especially."

Well, we kept at it. Looking for those aces. I hit another quad, Kings and we kept pounding. We were racking up slot club points if nothing else.

I guess I wore the machine down because I got the consolation Aces for $400 - no kicker. I was ecstatic. It pretty much made my day, in terms of win/loss.

Mrs. Flusher suddenly felt nauseous so we high-tailed it back to the room, where she rested up and I fucked around on the internet. I was starving, but put a cork in it for a while.

She came to feel better and was even hungry, so we decided to order up room service to celebrate Victory at Enwynn. Two french onion soups, mac and cheese, and a rib eye steak, medium rare.

The service was impeccable. And the food was delicious.

I'd love to learn to make my own french onion soup at home but I can't find a reliable supply of quality French onions.

We had the table put by the window and gazed at the Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas lights. Everything was perfect, plus Mrs. Flusher didn't barf. That's RFW to me.

The Stats

The Quad Queen is up $180 on the day, up $1,140 on the trip.

Royal Flushynn is up $510 on the day, up $2,765 on the trip.

Combined, we are up $3,905 on the trip.

Not bad, eh?!

Enynn Topless Restaurant

Reposted from the classic 2013 Victory Trip.

Feb 26, 2013 - Last day at the Posh Tower. It's okay, though we have bigger plans. Huge plans.

We got going on some quarter Bonus play right away by the 69 bar. Those old machines have seen better days. The screens have such bad cases of burn-in you can see the static Keno screen better than the video poker cards.

Ever notice that long VP runs happen more in the morning than at any other time? Well, we got on one. 

The Quad Queen hit three including Aces for $100, and a minute later fours. She moved on to dollars while I kept pounding the quarter VP. I had sevens dealt and a couple of others - enough to keep me going for two hours. Going by the point meter, I played 1,540 hands over two hours. I put in $20 and cashed out $80. If every day were like that, I'd have a job, not a vacation.

We got our stuff together to check out of the Nugget and had something to eat at Magnolias. I had something called the Jackson Square. It consists of pancakes, eggs and sausage. I don't know why it is called the Jackson Square and not the Pancakes, Eggs, and Sausage. Some vague New Orleans reference I think.

While Mrs. F went to see the Nugget host, I rented a car for 5 days or so at Avis.

I had a choice between a Hyunkia Canula or a Ford Fireball XL5. I asked the attendant which one he would take and he said the Ford.

He looked kind of dweebish so I took the Hyunkia Canula.

We headed back to the Posh Tower to get our shit out of the room and downstairs, and get checked out.

Check out wasn't smooth. We had a bill of about $362. We'd been told our Gold Club upgrade was $25 a night but it was showing as $62 a night. The host had picked up 2 nights based on our play, but that wasn't reflected in the bill.

I worked with JP at the desk and he worked with the manager and long story short, we got the bill down to $120. We loaded up the car and headed off on the next part of our adventure - a stay at Encore.

The Quad Queen had gotten a sweet offer based on some play there this summer - 3 nights and $300 Free Play.

Wynn / Encore, or Enynn as it is known by the savvy gambling set, is pretty high falutin' for a couple of employees of Royal Canadian Veeblefetzer like us. Prices are sky high, and so it was that we went shopping for vital supplies - to Lee's Discount Liquor, out on Flamingo near Pecos.

Lee's held a certain attraction for a couple of over-taxed Canadians. We couldn't believe our eyes. I saw a 1.75 liter of Prince Plonknya Vodka for just $9.99 - left over fuel from the now dismantled space shuttle program, no doubt.

We picked up a few things to make our stay at the very high class Enynn even more enjoyable, and drove back to the strip. Valet happily took the Hyunkia Canula in exchange for five bucks, and another fiver got our stuff taken into the bowels of the bell desk caverns, where luggage goes in and undergoes God knows what kind of torture.

After a short wait at reception, we were called up to meet a perky, cute reception lobby attendant clerk named J (not her real letter).

"I was hoping we'd get you," I exclaimed cheerfully and spontaneously - just like I'd practiced.

J underwent the cute reception lobby attendant clerk duties of getting us checked in and looking at our various IDs and credentials.

Perky cute reception lobby attendant J did some flamboyant typing on her fancy 'computer keyboard' and said, "Okay, I've upgraded you to a Paranormal Suite on the 58th floor."

"What's a paranormal suite?"

"Panorama."

"Panamora?"

"Suite - with big windows - on the 58th floor."

I gave her one of my business cards and we talked about the blog for a while.

"It's so funny people pee their pants laughing," offered the Quad Queen, helpfully.

"Mrs. Flusher!!!!!" I warned, "mind your language around cute reception lobby attendant J or you'll be in the penalty box!"

J looked at me slyly. "She looks like she might enjoy that."

"It all depends on who's in there with me," said the Quad Queen with a wink.

"Keep it to the room," said cute reception lobby attendant J.

"Am I blushing a bit?" I asked. I fanned delicately.

"You are, a bit," she replied perkily. Deftly changing the subject, she said, "Let me point out some of the features and points of interest here in Enynn. Do you eat food?"

"Yes. Yes we do eat food."

"Well, there's a new tapas rest-"

"Excuse me - a new what? Topless?"

"Tapas. A tapas restaurant." She jabbed at a colored square on the map.

"Topless? Topless what? Topless restaurant???.... who, the waitresses, or the patrons?"

"Not topless, tapas. A tapas restaurant."

"Perky cute reception lobby attendant J, now you're blushing."

And she was. I slipped her the 'green' handshake to thank her for her perky cute help.

And so began our Enstravagant stay at Enynn on the Strip.

Almost. The room we'd been given was still occupied. Long story short, we schlepped down, got a new one - this time on the 60th floor - and moved in.

It's gorgeous. They have ALL the amenities. Even a concierge to make reservations at the Topless Restaurant.

 

Can you believe this is a roll of toilet paper, elegantly disguised?

I immediately set up the refreshments.

Bar's open!!!

 We may have overdone it.