Tuesday, January 12, 2016
The fluffy king-sized bed was very comfy but the noise from the room next door and the effect of the six pack had me fitfully trying to sleep and getting only about 4-5 hours in. I gave up around 5 am and just stayed up. I made some of the free in-room coffee with the tiny coffee maker provided and it wasn't that bad. I wished I'd kept some of last night's foot long sub 'cause I was incredibly hungry. I decided to make my way to the Golden Nugget for a breakfast buffet. I got there early so there wasn't a line and for $14 had quite a lot of tasty options. It hit the spot.
I walked around the Fremont Street Experience but it was even more dull during daylight. Still the same low-end crowd each with their ever-present cigarettes. They always have money for cigarettes and slot machines, don't they?
Back at the hotel room within an hour I decided I was too tired still to do anything. Plus it was cold and the people around here reminded me of how sad life could be. Le sigh. I hung the "do not disturb" sign on my doorknob, went back to bed and slept, literally, for the rest of the day. I woke up briefly around 6 pm, decided I wasn't hungry and kept on sleeping. Poof. There went a whole vacation day wasted. I was finally peckish around 10 pm so I got dressed, made my way back to the 7-11 for more beer, again bought a foot-long BMT at the in-hotel Subway and scurried past the doleful, perhaps judging stares of the ever-present table game dealers and back to my four walls aka my social anxiety isolation chamber.
The fluffy king-sized bed was very comfy but the noise from the room next door and the effect of the six pack had me fitfully trying to sleep and getting only about 4-5 hours in. I gave up around 5 am and just stayed up. I made some of the free in-room coffee with the tiny coffee maker provided and it wasn't that bad. I wished I'd kept some of last night's foot long sub 'cause I was incredibly hungry. I decided to make my way to the Golden Nugget for a breakfast buffet. I got there early so there wasn't a line and for $14 had quite a lot of tasty options. It hit the spot.
I walked around the Fremont Street Experience but it was even more dull during daylight. Still the same low-end crowd each with their ever-present cigarettes. They always have money for cigarettes and slot machines, don't they?
Back at the hotel room within an hour I decided I was too tired still to do anything. Plus it was cold and the people around here reminded me of how sad life could be. Le sigh. I hung the "do not disturb" sign on my doorknob, went back to bed and slept, literally, for the rest of the day. I woke up briefly around 6 pm, decided I wasn't hungry and kept on sleeping. Poof. There went a whole vacation day wasted. I was finally peckish around 10 pm so I got dressed, made my way back to the 7-11 for more beer, again bought a foot-long BMT at the in-hotel Subway and scurried past the doleful, perhaps judging stares of the ever-present table game dealers and back to my four walls aka my social anxiety isolation chamber.