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    Thursday, September 12, 2024

    I am a Cheap Magnificent Bastard

    Day 8 Wed Sept 11, 2024

    This post is a place-holder for the final, ultimate, ending wrap-up results and comp accounting spin post.

    Because this trip is not over.

    My flight home was LAS to PHL, and then PHL to Watertown (ART) with only a 35 minute layover.

    Take-off from Vegas was delayed by 45 minutes, and I was re-booked for Thursday by the American auto-bot. When we touched down in Philadelphia, there was probably just enough time for me to make my flight - except there was no gate, and we sat on the Tarmac (TM) for almost an hour.

    American Fuck You Airlines would do nothing for me. The pilot had said the delay was because of a mechanical problem, but what does he know. It was probably the extreme California smoke wildfire in Vegas.

    I booked a room at the Hampton Inn Philadelphia International Airport room on the HHonors app for $150 and took the free shuttle over there.

    It's ironic that I spent a total of $125 for 7 nights in Vegas, and this place is $150 for one night.

    And oh my God, what a dump.

    People love to say places are a dump, but when I say this place is a dump, I'm in serious dump city. The dump factor here is off the dump charts. From the dumpy carpet to the dumpy walls to the dumpy bathroom - everywhere you go there is dump stench and eye-searing dumpitude.

    Calling this place a shithole would be a compliment.

    I had dinner at Ruby Tuesday's - right next door, and the only option. It was okay but the dump proximity to the Dumpton Inn had rubbed off on the staff.

    The included complimentary breakfast was - do I have to say?

    I managed to find a few calories, but refugee oatmeal in a stolen California Hotel and Casino mug would have been 99 Michelin fucking stars by comparison to the Dumpton hotel breakfast.

    As soon as was humanly possible, I took the shuttle out of there to the airport.

    And here I am, having a coffee in terminal F.

    My flight was booked through RBC Avion program, on points. And I used the RBC card for the fees. I always make sure to use the same card, as I have a vague recollection that there might be some form of trip interruption insurance - if you use the card and points to book.

    Which I did.

    I called the 0.75 pt font 800 number hidden on the back of the Visa card... it probably isn't that small to you kindergarten youngsters under 55 - but for this 'almost senior' it's laughable.

    Fortunately, my piPhone 3.14 has a magnifier app and I know how to fumble it open.

    I had a nice chat after making sure not to 'appuyer le Numero un pour Francais' and the agent, Nadine, confirmed that yes, I do have coverage for trip interruption costs such as my hotel and some food.

    She's sent an email with the deets on how to make a claim.

    Only four hours to kill till my flight to Watertown, and then an hour and a half or so drive back to Flusherville.

    Check out this post again tomorrow and I'll have all the exciting final number for you - assuming I make it.

    Enjoy your complimentary dump breakfast!







    Wednesday, September 11, 2024

    A Good Snag

    Day 7 Tuesday Sept 10, 2024

    I woke just before dawn and watched the sun come up over the smoke-shrouded mountains.


    After yesterday's quad-fest, I almost wished I was going home today. I feel pretty satisfied with how this trip has gone. I've had fun, hung out with friends, and I'm up on the trip. I re-learned that I could really enjoy being here alone. The only box unticked is getting a Royal.

    I decided I would set a limit of $100 for the day to ensure that this trip ends up a winner - something that is tough to do. Consider two trips ago, I was even until the last two days, and then lost $300 a day to finish down $600. And last trip was a complete blowout, with a loss of $2400 (but think of the comped rooms!).

    And, I suppose it can be said that part of that loss has come back as the room offers I enjoyed this trip.

    In any case, I intend to finish a winner. I just need discipline.

    Does anyone have some they can lend me?

    The morning went as usual, with some Punishment Nuts and coffee, and typey-typey.

    Remember when I said I didn't trust MGM's accounting systems? I checked my folio and sure enough, $11 is on the bill for dinner Hussong's. I happen to know that I'd charged about $80 to the room, plus the $33 boofay - which the front desk Sheila told me to put on the room and it would be taken care of.

    So, what clearly happened was that it was not taken care of, putting me over the $100 resort credit by $11 when you add the four things together. That's why half a Hussong was on there.

    Same old shit. Another visit to the front desk.

    I had a good idea how to deal with this though. I explained the situation and pointed out how crappy the internet is in my room - and it is spectacularly useless.

    I'll cut to the chase. I negotiated the removal of the boofay from my bill, and the covering of the rest of Hussong's - and, the removal of one night's resort fee to cover the second boofay.

    This is pretty good because I'd already had one boofay comped by the slot boothling on arrival, and now I've had a second one comped and I've saved the cost of a resort fee out of pocket for what the desk thinks is the second boofay - except I'm not going to pay cash. I'm keeping the $37 plus tax saving on the resort fee and using comp dollars.

    If you followed all that, you deserve a medal.

    On top of that, I still have $20 of room on my resort credit. I'll probably 'splurge' on a Johnny Rocket's $22 cheeseburger.

    I can't believe it's come to this. Gouge, gouge, gouge, every time you turn around.

    That sorted, I went to work on the video poker. I had a decent session, dwindling my hundred dollar stake down to almost nothing over the course of a couple of hours or so, and then winning most of it back. 

    I had one quad in there, of little consequence.

    Next stop, lunch, and the only thing worth noting was that I found a bag of drugs on the floor. I didn't touch it, and alerted the boofay staff, who sent the chef over, who happened to be standing nearby watching for people who might be stuffing green apples in their pockets or something.

    The chef watched over the drugs until help arrived.

    I had just enough comp dollars to cover lunch, which was made up of this and that and another omelette. 




    I like a good snag as much as any larrikin, mate, but you can keep your apostrophes out of my bottom.

    After lunch, I took a break in the room, including a half hour shower and a shave. I'm on a well at home, and do without such things until I get to Florida for the winter.


    Then, video poker, the final conflict. The $100 lasted an hour and a quarter. I did get a few quads, but not nearly enough of them to keep it going.

    And that's it. Gambling done.



    Damn.

    No Royal this trip. Again. The last one was May, 2022.

    I took a walk outside to warm up - the casino is frigid. I'm not walking as much today, so I put a few steps on, anyway.

    And that's pretty much it for this trip. I shut it down and stuck to my guns and preserved the win.

    I had a quiet night at Excalibur, and I'm awake early to get my ass to the airport and get home.

    Budget

    Without a doubt, my goal to be a Cheap Magnificent Bastard has been accomplished. Not only did I pretty much stay within my budget, I managed to win money in Las Vegas.

    And I had a great time doing it.

    To date, I have not paid out of pocket for a meal on this trip, but that will change today during the trip home.

    The most amazing part is the incredible support shown me by you savvy readers.

    I thank you one and all for all of the ko-fi and PayPal donations. I don't have a huge readership, but my followers are loyal.

    If I didn't have anybody to tell what happened on these trips, I'd feel a lot more lonely. You make it fun.

    One of the best things on this trip - if not the best - was spending time with friends I've made through the blog. 

    Actual Total Expenses so far are $501.

    I spent a little extra on the flight by paying for window seats near the front of the plane. I'll desperately need that on the way home, because my layover in Philadelphia is less than an hour.

    I also spent on Lyft, which I hadn't budgeted for.

    My bill at Excalibur is $125 and I'd budged $176, so that kind of covers the Lyft charges. And I only bought one $10 three day bus pass, not two.

    I expect I will incur some charges on the way home - there will be a Lyft to the airport, not the bus, and I'll have to eat something at some point - I'm finishing the last of the punishment nuts as I write this.

    The gambling, compared to other typical trips, was stellar.

    I'm leaving Las Vegas with more cash than I arrived with.

    I had 4 winning days and 3 losing days for a total win on the trip of $242.

    If that isn't being a Cheap Magnificent Bastard, I don't know what is.

    Stay savvy,

    Royal Flusher





    Tuesday, September 10, 2024

    Turning Point - The Quad King

    Day 6 Monday Sept 8, 2024

    Being up $24 with a couple of days of casino money-stirring to go, I knew today would be important - probably the turning point for the trip. I needed to win, or if losing, shut it down if I were to keep my $600 budget.

    There was one wild card though. I had received a donation to the blog with specific instructions to go on a mission. Huge props to the donor - thank you!!!

    When you're charged with a mission, you have to carry it out.

    One nice thing about the dungeon room in the Excalibur Correctional Institution - it was very quiet, and receiving almost no sunlight, stayed fairly cool. I didn't need to run the window-mounted wood chipper during the night, and still slept just fine.

    I have been making sure to be in the room between 2:37 pm and 2:46 pm when the sun would fall just right between the 8 story brick walls outside my pen and shine onto a 2 foot patch of the greasy carpet. 

    Anyway, after doing my morning work and having my in-room coffee, I decided I'd had enough and asked to see the Warden.

    Around 8:00 am, I headed out and went to the boofay. It was time to see if the Front Desk Sheila had actually done the needful or not and put 2 of 'em on my room. The instructions were to charge to my room, so actually, I guess I wouldn't find out until later. Either the boofay would appear on my folio... or it wouldn't.

    Breakfast was good! I kept it simple and you can never go wrong with a gigantic, freshly made omelette.


    I kind of feel bad for the staff. Back in the day, they'd get your drink orders for you, top up your coffee, as well as keep the table clean, removing your used plates. This warranted a tip.

    Now, it's set up so not only do you get your own food, you get your own drinks too. The staff's only job is to remove dirty plates.

    The strategy is to be extra chatty, and make a big deal about bringing you extra napkins. They hide the condiments after each guest has left, forcing an extra step for them to retrieve them.

    It must suck to rely on being obsequious to shill for those tips.

    I fall for it every time.

    At the front desk, I was instructed to see the Warden around noon, when possibly a better cell might be available. What on earth was I going to do until then?...

    I decided to try some triple play nickel video poker. And I was glad that I did! The quads started to come on in!




    As you can see, I even bumped up to dimes in time to hit Pointies!

    I played for ages - a little over two hours - and cashed out up about $50. An excellent start to the day.

    The next hour or so were spent changing rooms. I'm now up high, and have the airport view I enjoy. Watching the planes is cheaper than gambling.


    It is sad to see the venerable old Tropicana stripped bare 'n naked. She was a lovely old girl and it's hard to believe that the lush pool area with all it's greenery is nothing but a patch of sand.


    Particularly poignant is this area - you can see where the theater was. Now it looks like a recently unearthed ruin at Pompeii.

    This was the home of the Folies Bergere, one of the first opportunities in North America for men to see boobs. The show ran for 49 years and it's long gone.

    I don't know what men will do now.

    Time to plan my next move. The Mission.

    The mission was pretty simple. I was directed to play at the Mikes bar at the Four Queens and hit Aces Kicker.

    Did I really want to go all the way back downtown on the bus, in the heat? Did I really want to leave my now beloved triple play nickel video poker and ride the Deuce and get accosted by ranting potential killer men?

    No sir or madam, I did not.

    So I took a Lyft downtown instead.

    My food expense have been significantly lower than what I budgeted for, so I figured I could absorb the expense.

    It was a swift, easy, beautiful ride, and the driver didn't talk to me. Oddly, though, he had a fairly large towel on his right knee, which he would occasionally hold up to his mouth.

    Are strange occurrences automatically attracted to me? Maybe he'd had a tooth pulled or a drooling problem. I don't know.

    Mike was in attendance at the bar, and set me up with an Ultra, and a very large Jameson Irish Whiskey for the Quad Queen, and we had a mini-wake, remembering the oh so many good times we'd had at that bar.




    I settled in and played away, and it was a good thing I was well bankrolled for the session.

    After half an hour, I said to Mike, "It looks like Karen isn't drinking her Jameson. Is it okay if I help her out?"

    So, I knocked that back, and it was replenished, this time to the brim. Hoo boy, I could see double trouble coming.

    It was really good to be back at the bar, and I was having a blast. Just around the corner from me, on a side of the bar that was empty, sat a really attractive young woman. She played there alone for maybe ten minutes when a middle aged cookie-cutter southern man sat right beside her and started chatting her up. He had the full get up, foot long beard, scrawny, sunglasses, and apparently, an incredible wit, because in no time he had her laughing her ass off.

    I had reason to laugh too, because thing started hitting for me too.


    Fours kicker for $210 and change!!! Hayll Yeah!

    And it didn't stop there. I was dealt three Aces, thus:

    I thought about keeping the four, but didn't. That would have been the right move on Triple Double Bonus, but not Double Double.

    I hit Draw and nailed the fourth Ace!

    Pointies!!! No kicker, though.

    POINTIES!!! For $210!

    Oh man, I was GOLDEN. It felt incredible. I cashed and stashed, and started again with one of the last twenties.

    This one turned out to be lucky as well.


    I did another cash 'n stash, and started again.

    This one ran out, so I added another $20.

    And the quads kept coming. At some point I did a third cash 'n stash, and added the final $20.




    I would say that even though I didn't get Aces Kicker, it was Mission Accomplished. What a haul!

    Without that kick in the pants, I never would have gone and played at the Mikes bar. I'm so lucky I did!!!

    It had been a crazy couple of hours and I slid off the seat. The southern man was off in the Men's room and as I wobbled by the very attractive young woman I gave her a huge smile and slurred, "Have fun with ZZ Top."

    She's easily amused, I could hear her laughing as I weaved away.

    I played cashed in the tickets, and played $20 in a weird slot that my cousin Dr. Shiboubou recommended, and $20 on Keno at the Kings bar. Neither yielded any results.


    I would have played at my throne seat, but some mook occupied it, and he wasn't even playing.

    I walked through the Smug Nugget and hid a business card. On my way out, looking at the doors, for some reason I thought "Got Nuts?"



    Somehow, I ended up at the Plaza and no, no way was I taking the People's Limo back to the strip. My three day pass had expired anyway.

    I took another Lyft and was swyftly deposited back at Excalibum.

    Back in the room, I put some of my dough in the safe, and chilled for a while, enjoying the feeling of being well up on the day, and the trip.

    Hunger made itself known, and I did the 1000 steps to Hussong's Cantina. Dinner was good (a burrito bowl) but not great. I think it lacked appeal because it was barely warm.


    I've been getting a good number of steps in here in Vegas. This was the count at noon.


    For my last gambling of the day, I played the triple play again on dimes, and some on quarters. Of course, the quarters went terribly, and I dumped $110 or something before quitting.

    The Pointies, when they arrived, of course were on dimes.

    The thing is, you gotta understand, I have not even pictured all of the quads I got today.

    The grand total is 24 four-of-a-kinds. Today I am... the Quad King.



    Budget

    Today was inexpensive on the food front, but expensive on gambling.

    I had a really enjoyable day, notwithstanding losing $220, and almost getting attacked at a bus stop.

    Actual Total Expenses so far are $499.

    Gambling Day +$320
    Gambling Trip +$343

    At this point, it's up to me. Completing the Cheap Magnificent Bastard trip on budget is within reach with one full day to go!





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