I woke up on Sunday with a stack of hundreds in my wallet and thought I had a huge night on the blackjack table, so I treated myself like royalty the next six hours before catching a flight out.
Monday, I checked my ATM withdrawals. Crap.
In between though, I indulged in a lovely massage at Harrah's (we happened to be right near it when the massage bug hit) to try to quell some of my hangover symptoms. It was rather successful, as my masseuse was great (they used to be a sports physical therapist) and everyone was incredibly friendly. Had I wanted to stay longer, the location provided an included spa area with hot tub and steam room, a nice touch.
For reference, I spent $115 (I believe) for a 50-minute session. Would recommend, only con would be the location is kind of tricky if you're not staying at the hotel (kind of hidden on the fourth floor).