Fight the Fight

So our time is winding down in Vegas. It's up early tomorrow and off to tha airport for a whole day gone to the morons at the department of daylight savings time.

First with the good and most recent news. On our last walk through the casino floor at the Bellagio, I hit a two cent slot for a hundred bucks. It barely pushed us into the black for the trip.

Penn and Teller puts on a great show at the Rio. But a nasty line experience at that dinner buffet assured us that if we did go back it wouldn't be for their automation and organization.

And now that we've done three buffets, there is a definite correlation between the niceness of the hotel and the edible nature of the buffet food. Stay away from golden nugget.

Freemont St. was kinda lackluster for us. The big LCD was cool in it's own right, but whoever decided to show some super crappy song and video featuring some band named "Culture Killers" covering Born to be Wild. We were both shaking our heads wondering why the he'll we made the effort. The old windows starfield screen saver would have been better and spiritually fulfilling.

If you didn't see my tweet, there was a nasty observation on the bus on the way back to the hotel this evening. Some mother was standing by as their at least five year old child licked the hand rail of a Las Vegas public bus.  I asked her if she knew her child was doing just that, and she looked momentarily embarrassed, but he was back to doing it a few minutes later, and she wasn't caring.

But we have a lot to digest (not hand rail juice). The jury of whether we'll ever come back is still out. Anyone care to make the odds on that.