It started out so well, like any new relationship, with fascination and infatuation. There was always great anticipation of the next visit, and each visit was too short.
But Vegas, like a male in midlife-crisis, wants someone younger, richer, with more style. I only come around, now, for gatherings with family or friends. Then I fall back into old patterns and try to rekindle the old excitement. I know my way around, now. I've learned to cut my losses and get what I can. If Vegas shows any interest in a reconciliation, I will probably jump at it. Love is stupid.
|Staying:||Main Street Station|
|Playing:||Any Slot Machine Will Do|
Ratings & Reviews
The rooms are nice and updated. Hurray for in-room coffemakers! I have made some good money on the slots, not major jackpots, but good. Just don't bother with the slots in the back. FQ has a nice gold-and-well-lit ambiance and is not too big. I like being able to look out over the casino from the coffee shop, which is much nicer than most. I'm still peeved that they're charging for valet parking, though.
|1:||the themed stuff they're getting rid of the jerks|
|3:||top of the world restaurant stratosphere|
|5:||that one twilight zone slot that pays great|
|6:||dancing on Fremont Street like a ninny while tipsy|
|7:||the faux sculptures at Caesars|
|8:||great band at T K I Love This Bar & Grill Harrah's|
|9:||memory of winning $1000 while underage|
|10:||singing impersonators - way better than the expensive shows|
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