…stays in Vegas.

That refers to money I suspect.

I certainly had no opportunity to test anything else out.

Well, that was an interesting trip.

No complaints really.
I’ll save my grumpiness for something important.

I left a lot of money behind to keep company to all the other money I’ve left before.

I’m sure the Mayor would send a thank you note if I was somebody important.

The wife shopped everywhere and I was the designated taxi driver.

The Chevy Malibu is a junk car, by the way.

I came back with a lot of stuff for other people and dirty clothes for me.

Once again I promised anyone who would listen that I would finally try In-n-Out burger – and once again didn’t get to it.

I found two slot machines that pay off quite often but still managed to lose.

That’s why they call it gambling and not winning.

The food was great, especially if one stays out of the Main Street Café at the California Hotel.
Fine dining it is not.

I’m going back to bed.