I didn't stay here... only gambled and had too much other excess.
The parking garage is horrible. It's a spiral swirl of death up to the upper floors. I got dizzy and disorientated on visit #1 (because I was hungover) months ago, but then the following time was smart enough to take a cab. Plus, I was pretty plastered. Take that hangover.
The player's club seems pretty stingy at least for the slots; but the pai gow table always had space for me. Still stingy.
The $3? $2? margarita tastes like chemicals and pure alcohol.
I guess I made a horrible face because the bartender poured it out for me and got me some free bourbon. I like him. I hope I didn't lick him. Why was I so drunk.
I also like Big Elvis. He complimented our hats and is why I took a cab up the strip this time to go see him. Go just for him. I have made friends with the other kooks who go see him each time.