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| - If you (a) are looking for an inexpensive way to either get just yourself or you+1 to your Vegas home away from home, (b) do not have any sort of time restriction demanding your presence, and (c) know where this movie gem comes from: "Hey look kids, there's Big Ben, and Parliament!" -- then Executive Shuttles is here at your service!
So much promise. Your options out of McCarran, if you haven't already conned one of your associates to scoop you up out of that clusterf*ck of a central terminal, are fairly wide-ranging. If you're balling, grab one of them fancy town cars or limousines. If you're semi-balling, hail a cab. If you're Skee-Lo and you wish you was a baller, then you go outside for the myriad of shuttles at the curbs.
$6 will generally get you to the the strip; $8-10 gets you downtown or elsewhere. Cash only. Have your shit out or get yelled at. Grab your token, listen to where they tell you to go, have some random other Exec shuttle driver divert you into his minibus, and off you go.
This fateful trip from McCarran to the Four Queens on Fremont Street included: zigzagging across Vegas like a wolfpack, four wolves looking for strippers and cocaine, no pre-set plan as to what route we would take to drop everyone off, a weird u-turn at a McDonald's, up and back down and up again a street with major construction on it, a driver not listening to directions, passengers not knowing where their hotel is, and the bestie and I just seeing our patience go from infinite to infinitesimal.
Yay for a decent price, a working A/C, and being dropped off right at our proper hotel. Nay for everything else!
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