I had to go to Vegas on business recently. a few weeks ago to be precise, it's halloween tonight, so mid-october-ish. at the last minute a meeting in Davis, CA was thrown in. that meant getting up at 3:30a.m. to catch an early flight out of the new hampshire airport.
by the time i got to vegas it was around midnight and i had been up what was hovering aroun 24 hours. i was fucking tired. i wanted to cry. first i wanted to shower, then i wanted to cry.
i had booked a room at the flamingo, a GO room. Javier had discovered them, they are newly remodeled with hi-tech amenities like an ipod doc. i was excited. when i arrived to check-in, confirmation number in hand the woman at the front desk explained to me that they were over booked and i would be walked over to Bill's. Bill's is the casino formerly known as the Barbary Coast.
she also explained to me that because the room would be comped, i would not be provided with cab fair, but i could leave my car at the flamingo and walk down the alley. it's a short walk. it's right next door. i was so pissed i went and stayed at the hampton inn. i was not going to walk down some alley where i would probably get lost, even if it was right next door. and if i was going to bother to get back in my car, i would not waste time circling blocks around the strip. it was time to take decisive action.
my hampton bed was there, clean and soft, and utterly comfortable. i love you hampton inn. with my cereal for breakfast and free wi-fi...and always shampoo and separate conditioner.
i think now i will never get to stay in a GO! room. i will not be able to bring myself to book a reservation at the Flamingo.
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