|Dinner is served.|
More test holes with the last money I was going to gamble - the cashback.
Had a glimmer of hope...
...parlayed... and then this. I had to give up a straight, too.
And I honestly thought that that there was my last chance. Four to a Royal, my 24th try at it this trip, one card away from monetary and swollen, oversized package salvation (not to mention an unbelievable end to this trip report) and it wasn't there.
I'd done $9200 in coin in which was enough.
My next text was this.
I wandered around, took a couple of photos, and then remembered I'd better set up dinner at the Redwood. They were pretty busy but took pity on me when I wailed about the red-eye and limo pickup and so on. I could eat if it was now.
The meal was wonderful, as always. The French Onion soup, and the Lamb. Goddamn good. Creme brulet. Why not, it had to hold me until breakfast. Which is typically what dinner does, but whatever.
|Nice to know I wasn't the only thing slaughtered.|
And that made my loss for the day an even Grand. $1000.
Time to go. I zipped up stairs and... was locked out of my suite. Naturally. At this point, I should expect no less. It required a trip back to the desk and back up, I got in, got my bags, did the panicked room check walk-around dance, and with a bang the door, and my luck, were shut out behind me, never to be opened again.
The limo was there, driven by Speakeasy Lipshitz. Speakeasy knew enough not to talk to me at all. He must have read something in my face, or maybe it was the way I was crying crocodile tears and calling for Mama.
The airport was quiet, I did security, and the United flight was on time. I even had a proper first class seat and everything.
|Savvy kudos for this unearthly, impressive, condiment stacking at McCarran.|
Around midnight we took off and I fell into a kind of dreamy sleep that I only ever half as I jet out of Vegas after a trip, a kind of tired, happy sleep where I actually sort of see cards in front of me, but I relax because its in the books. I feel satisfied, and at the same time I'm already thinking about next time.
United gave me breakfast, which was pretty good. The flight went really fast because I slept through most of it. We touched down in Chicago and I switched to Air FU Canada. Into Toronto, then on to Flusherville Regional Aerodrome where my 84 Tercel awaited like an over the hill rusted out hooker with drooping bumpers, a great attitude, and greatly diminished torque.
I wish I could have given you the kind of comeback that you would have enjoyed reading, but that's not the way it went down. When it's good, I say so, and when it's not so good, I say so. That goes for everything in these reports.
I got tons of comps and freeplay, and if you come back tomorrow, I'll give a rundown of all the goodies I got in the post-trip spin roundup, and you can see how I can make it look like I really didn't lose any money at all!
The shirt I got for that jackpot is royal purple and I am glad to wear it. That is the only royal color I am going to see - until next trip.
Remember, where there are credits, there are hope.