Day Four.....when are we leaving again?

I feel myself drifting in and out of sleep.....as if......I didn't get enough of it..... After the "what the fuck?" passes through my mind for the four hundredth time, I sit up in my bed. Cory doesn't waste any time in glancing over in my direction, so it appears both of us were having problems staying asleep. Vacation is hard!

We get moving and start packing up our stuff. I still have to get a few things for my little people at home, and Cory opts to join me in my quest. In the casino, I note an ATM receipt hanging from a near by machine. I grab it and look at the contents. Seems someone withdrew $20 from a machine charging them 15%....Ouch. I think the saddest part of the receipt is the ending balance:

We first start at the El Cortez gift shop. I pick up two decks of cards, and a lame energy drink for myself. Cory grabs a few things as well and pays with his comp points. (nice) I'm not satisfied with our shopping so we wander outside at this early hour. Once we get close to Fremont street we see what appears to be a group of 4 to 5 white supremacists standing at the corner. There were two black girls who were possibly drunk or high kinda laughing with each other. Eventually one dude who was just starring them down shouts out "Welcome to the woods, bitch!" She (I think) takes it in stride and says "He said 'welcome to the woods, bitch! Bahahahaha!" I'm not sure if that's a racial thing, Nazi thing or what..... Nothing really happened, so Cory and I eagerly walked across the street.

I find my remaining items at the Walgreens on the corner (since everything else was closed) and we head back to the El Co. We get the last of our belongings and wander downstairs to find Rob checking out at the front desk. We're now all together and on schedule to leave.....ugh....

We have about an hour to kill before the limo is scheduled to arrive, so I wander back to the roulette table. I buy in for $100, but only want to gamble $25. I get a Baileys and coffee, and it doesn't take too long before my chips start to dwindle. I get pissed (again) and shove 'em all out on a single section. Well, wouldn't ya know it, it hits again. I cash out after tipping the dealers, and I'm up $6 for the session (who-hoo!).

The boys and I are sitting at the bar in front of the checkin desk, and notice a large stretched SUV parked out front. I say "I wonder if that's for us?" I get off my chair, wander outside and see that it does indeed say Presidential Limousine on the side. "Eh.....um....wtf?" I think to myself. I ask the driver if he's there for us, and after a quick name confirmation, it is deemed he is. I guess John was picking us up today. As he put it, he's their senior driver, and he doesn't change cars. So, we managed to get a free upgrade. We weren't about to complain, and all pile in. I take some pictures along the way of the passing hotels.

Um....is that....for us?

Yes, yes it is....

As I get in....

Towards the back....Cory's sleepy.

Now that's class....

The gear in the front.

The ceiling.

Us just trying to relax.

Heading to the airport.

Strat.

More of the strip...

Another shot of the same.

Yeah, I don't think I'll stay there.

Wynn / Encore.

Trump.

Mirage.

Ah....the Bellagio.

And more of Bellagio / City Center.

Is he really, though?

One final parting shot.

It turns out that security would have issue with the snow globe I bought for my daughter. The polite and respectful TSA agent tells me that since they can't tell what's inside it, and they have no way of testing it, they can't let it through. But, I'm allowed to go to the post office in the airport and ship it. I debate my options, but in the end decide to try to ship it.....

OH WAIT......the post office is closed on Sunday..... Awesome. I left security for nothing.... I had to leave it behind, much to my enjoyment..... I go through security again, and try to find something adequate for my daughter back home to make up for the snow globe. I find some over priced junk that I'm sure she'd love..... I wish I would have thought about checking it ahead of time. Oh well, I guess now I know.

We all load up on junk food in the terminal and get ready to say our good-bye's to Vegas. As I'm wandering back from a water fountain I see Level1 from vegasjonesing.com. Or should I say he sees me. I hear a "Kevin!" and turn to see a familiar face. I take him back with me to where Cory was and we all chat for a few moments. He just arrived on the plane I was taking home. I kinda figured, since when I boarded my plane, it smelled of sweat and anxiety.........