Toms November Caesars Trip Report

Pretty much just the high points.

We flew out late, for us, and arrived at 4:10PM on the nose with SWA, then proceeded to wait almost an hour in the taxi line, such that it was very dark when we got our taxi. Since I had worked a half day, I was pretty tired and couldn’t wait to get to the hotel. Unfortunately 5PM is right in the busy time, so I cooled my heels.

Check-in was smooth as silk in the Platinum lounge. The clerk made it sound like he was giving us the best room in the house, but that it was “smoking optional”—-sounded okay to us, but when we entered we were sort of blown away by the old smoke….too tired to complain.

Caesars, Palace Tower, Room 1746, “Mini-Suite:”

Supposedly 720 Sq ft of room, large entry hall with loads of closet doors to the left including one with an in-room safe. To the right was a man’s half bath with sink and separate toilet room. Connecting the half-bath with the “woman’s” bath was a two person shower—nice. Woman’s bath was almost the size of the Venetian bathrooms with a
two-person jacuzzi, sink and counter, and separate toilet room with a bidet and toilet. Lots and lots of marble. Then, still in the entry hall, was a sitdown makeup desk for the wife. The room was Vegas modern which is Wynn-like with subdued tans, browns,
and whites. Very large. Lots of choices to waste money in the minibar. Flat screen TV opposite a gorgeous bed. Lots more room with a desk, table, large couch. View of
Bellagio and the fountains (must have looked all of 5 minutes).

(Phew—-that was for you, Hog.)

Played a bunch of craps, BJ, and VP along with several stints at our only slot—Duck Shot, and after a bite at the picnic court went to bed even.

Next morning I wanted to check something at the Player’s Club booth and was told that I had “graduated” to Diamond status—–COOL! I had been a Diamond Player before, and every Diamond lounge I’ve been too has been super—-free drinks, respite from the commotion of the casino, nice places to watch games, and great snacks and breakfasts free. And Caesars didn’t disappoint.

We made our usual jaunt down the strip, stopping at various casinos. Played craps at CR and tripled our money. Minimum is now $3. Wish I had been at Caesars! Ended up at Venetian and walked back. Took a little nap and met our neice before dinner at the bar by the Palace casino. Had reservations for Hyakumi, which also has never diisppointed. I’m not crazy over sushi, but they have a large sampling bowl which has just about everything you could ask for.

After dinner I sort of went crazy and went down the tubes with the gambling, as they say. There must be method to their madness regarding upgrading someone to Diamond status!!

The next morning my wife and I watched two DVD’s in bed with room service, since I wasn’t in too big of as hurry to get back to gambling. We pretty much just wandered about all day and night and cooled it until our showtime with Danny Gans at the Mirage. By 8PM either I was too tired and sleepy, or had too many Absolutes and sodas to be able to appreciate Mr. Gans. I had a hard time staying awake, but the wife loved him. Our seats we directly center, back on the very back row. I still can’t believe we hadn’t seen Gans in all the years of coming to Vegas! Never will again, if it were up to me!

Looked up a host Sunday morning and was able to get my room charges comped as well as finally a card to call for the next trip. One thing that continued to impress me about Caesars is how everyone was exceedingly friendly from the maids to the dealers to the security guards. We love the place.

Leaving the next morning I made sure to give plenty of time to get through security, but made the same mistake I made a couple of months ago. I let the cabbie talk me into him dropping us off in the left side of the airpoprt. “Just a little walk.” DON’T do it. We walked with our luggage for 20 minutes to get to the SWA check-in! Anyway, the eticket way to do things is the wave of the future. And this time security was a breeze and we zoomed through. DO NOT move to the far right or you will be caught in security hell—you will be probed and blown hither and yon before they let you put your pants back on! I think the far right is something from the far right, if you know what I mean.

Sorry that got sort of long. Didn’t mean to go on as long as I did.

Tom