True Detective: The Case of the Stolen iPhone [Act I]

You go out, you party, you wake up to anxiety. Where is my camera, how much money did I spend, where is my phone?

Still in a daze, you are happy to find that yourĀ camera is safely tucked in your trousers, rationalize that the spending on your Chase Sapphire is acceptable since it resulted in 2X points, and commend yourself for being responsible enough to plug your phone into the charger.

Nothing stolen, no arrests, no citations, means that you’ve had a good night.

Then one day, you wake up in a hotel room in Newport News, Virginia and your iPhone has gone missing.

The following story is based on actual events and the conversations are based on actual messages. The names of the characters and places have been altered to protectĀ the parties involved.

October 21, 2013 12:47 pm

Trent:Ā so annoyed,Ā someone stole my phone.Ā this is so weak

Alvin:Ā hahahaha,Ā haha, that’s just terribleĀ 

Trent:Ā i wouldve thought i just lost it but the cord and plug were gone too.Ā of course phatty211’sĀ ipad was still there wtf

Alvin:Ā where did this happen?

Trent:Ā last night, i left it charging in the room when i went to the concert.Ā came back and nada.Ā i did ‘find phone’ and it was last seen at 2am about 5 miles from our hotel.Ā hasnt been turned on since.Ā it was stolen from the room1.Ā !.Ā well here is the kicker,Ā there were two passed out idiots in the room!!Ā probably with the doors open.Ā idiots

Alvin:Ā oh so then i’ts your fault for sharing room with idiots.Ā shouldve used carlson points!!

Trent: and no insurance on phone ahhhhh they want full retail price hadgehdjcdwhw

Alvin:Ā that is terrible

Trent:Ā i took a taxi to the att store and my partial upgrade discount was like $5.Ā he tried to sell me 5c so i left.Ā $680 for 64gb, $550 for 32

October 22, 2013 9:42 pm

Trent: i think i’ll just pay the ripoff full price.Ā why wont this asshole turn my damn phone on?!?!Ā i wannnnnnna find it

Alvin:Ā cuz he’s taken out the sim.Ā and disabled gps

Trent: it did turn on for a hot second at 2:04am.Ā lol i didnt have a passcode on it.Ā i remote locked it,Ā turned off at&t,Ā passcoded itĀ etc

Alvin: hmm

Trent: something still doesnt add up tho. i mean there were two people in the room all night.Ā it had to be hotel staff

Alvin: maybe it was the people you hang out with?Ā 

Trent:Ā it wasnt those two, they were passed out.Ā and they are defo not thieves.Ā some fucking employeeĀ probably snuck inĀ grabbed my phone and bounced.Ā i even noticed i forgot it when i was like a block away and i go “oh shit i forgot my phone! well, no one answers during the show anyways, i’ll grab it after”.Ā literally said that out loud

Alvin:Ā losing your phone, no matter what, is rookie.Ā and makes u question your party lifestyle.Ā as is almsot getting arrested

Trent:Ā phatty211’sĀ ipad was still there, the other kid’s macbook, etc.Ā my work laptop.Ā hahaha

Alvin:Ā why didnt u ask hotel security for surveillance. no cameras in the hallway?

Trent:Ā not that i could see.Ā i looked

Alvin:Ā did u ask?

Trent:Ā no.Ā i dont have a phone!

Alvin: hahah

Trent:Ā its just so weird.Ā thats why i thought i just dropped it somewhere.Ā but the cable and plug were gone.Ā and it was an extra long 12′ cable

Alvin:Ā so the door to the room was open or unlocked?

Trent:Ā unlocked most likely.Ā not sure.Ā housekeeping/security culdve unlocked it

Alvin:Ā still not adding up

Trent:Ā nope.Ā i kept wondering if i took it to a different room.Ā but i clearly texted phatty211Ā at 7:25 from the room asking where he was.Ā and i remember trying to wake the passed out kid up, pointing at the clock and saying “it’s 7:22, wake up!!!”Ā i think it was the front desk guy!

What happened to Trent’s phone? Do you think his buddies stole it? Do you think it was foul play on behalf of the hotel? Do you think he just lost it in a drunken stupor?

Will Alvin be able to save the day?

Tune in next time for Act II of True Detective: The Case of the Stolen iPhone.

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Guns & Butter: A Better Way to Travel

The definition of economics is the allocation of scarce resources to satisfy unlimited wants. Despite a bachelors in economics from the University of Michigan, I still fight this principle by trying to do too much with very little. Luckily, points bridges the gap where my finances fall short allowing me to see a lot of the world for a lot less.

Money aside, the biggest constraint on travel besides dinero es tiempo. You can have all the money in the world but will always wish you had one more day to do one more thing. Nothing is worse than coming back from a trip and hearing, “Oh you didn’t visit…” then having to rationalize that Mount Fuji is covered with garbage anyway so missing the tour bus after a late night out was worth it.

I never purchase Lonely Planet guides not because they aren’t full of insight but because I’m not going to be able to do the 200 pages of what is written about inside. Furthermore, I’m not a fan of planning ahead so I rely on luck or word of mouth to point me in the right direction. Occasionally, I do turn to the New York Times’ 36 Hours series for help but, the idea of doing that much, that fast can lead to unnecessary anxiety.

So for all you lazy enthusiasts out there that enjoy reading travel guides but don’t want to wade through the minutia of a 16 part report of how I arrived at the airport, picked up my bags, detoured at the bathroom, waited to check into a hotel, and on and on, only to book an overpriced tour booked through the resort, these posts are for you. (For my points purists, please find the pictures of the hotel room toilet and welcome gift in the Hotel Reviews section.)

If you want to really know what you should do when you only have one night in Bangkok, worry not, ThePointsOfLife economist limits your choices to guns and butter.

Way back in economics 101, I learned the microeconomic theory of opportunity cost, the value of the best opportunity foregone between two mutually exclusive alternatives. The pedagogical way to teach this theory is by graphing the production of two wholly unrelated goods, the two famously being guns and butter. Using this model, a country has to choose between producing more guns at the expense of producing more butter and vice versa.

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I trust this horrific graph will look familiar to my fellow economists.

The downward sloping curved line represents the Production Possibility Frontier (PPF) showing all the efficient combinations of producing these two goods. Anything to the left of the curve represents an inefficient allocation of resources because the country can do better by moving out to the PPF and producing more of both. Anything to the right of the curve represents an unattainable combination given the available resources.

Translating this into travel English we are left with the following:

Point A represents our ideal vacation if resources were infinite: I want to climb a volcano, I want to party all night, I want to visit every beach. While it would be ideal to do it all, it doesn’t lie on the PPF (Production Possibility Frontier) i.e., the downward sloping line, making it impossible to complete.

Point B represents an inefficient trip because resources were not used optimally: I wasted my time at tourist traps, I visited bars that ended up being brothels, I spent too much time sleeping, flustered by the limitless possibilities of this new city.

Point C and D represent efficient allocation of your travel time and resources i.e., if you knew a local in every city, what would he tell you to see and do. Take note that producing more butter, e.g., going to the beach results in a reduced production of guns, e.g., a zipline tour through the jungle.

The choice of opting for one activity over another is the opportunity cost. 

So where does this leave us? It leaves us with a convoluted explanation developed within an economic framework for what you critically must see and do when you are traveling to a new destination.

Simply stated, I will cut TripAdvisor’s Top Things to Do list from 500 to 2 choices.  Not only will I tell you straightaway why these are two of the best choices for what to do in a particular city, but also I will help you make the decision of which one you should choose in the event you cannot do both. That way you don’t get overwhelmed from having too many choices, skip the essentials, then make excuses as to why the Great Wall is not that great.

In the end, I’ll keep it simple: guns or butter, the choice is yours.

Vegas Knockout: My Fantastic Voyage at the Trump Hotel

(20) Trump vs (13) Paris 

Everyone has that only in Vegas story so I thought I would share mine.

The Knockout Bracket of where to stay in Vegas is supposed to review all the hotels that I have personally stayed at in Las Vegas. This posts deviates from that formula as I have never stayed an entire night at the Trump Hotel. Regardless, I am including it in the tourney because of the bizarre set of circumstances that led me there.

The party in Vegas clubs go on late into the night with after hours available for those that aren’t ready to call it just because the sun is about to rise. But, what happens if you are sick of all those glow sticks and are seeking an alternative party. Where do you go to satisfy that craving?

The answer is the Trump Hotel. I’m certainly breaking the tired slogan of what happens in Vegas by recounting the details of how I arrived at a lifestyles party. But, the hilarity of the evening makes it worth sharing. I was at Cosmo’s Marquee Nightclub when my friend and his girlfriend suggested that we ago to an after party. Without ascertaining the details of where we were going, I agreed to accompany them.

We arrived at the Trump Hotel, a building so ugly, so gaudy, no other casinos reside next to it. From there, we took the elevator the penthouse floor. My friend knocked on the door of what I later found out was the largest penthouse suite and a strange man answered. The man was unusually concerned as to why I lacked companionship and reluctantly let me in. Once inside, I noticed that everyone was being overly friendly with one another. It was a jovial group of folks who were very hands on.

As a serious travel blogger, I ignored the welcoming commune and made my way around the impressive suite. The pictures of the lavishly decorated bedrooms and beautiful showers which I usually post in my Hotel Reviews could not be documented given the circumstances. Muttering Fidelio over and over to myself, I found sanctuary in the sterile kitchen. The momentary respite immediately vanished and the nightmare continued. While pouring myself a stiff drink (no pun intended), I saw someone who looked familiar out of the corner of my eye. Could it be someone I knew that would blow my cover forever by revealing this shameful secret? Afraid to make direct contact, given that I had already seen too much, I sought solace by slamming my drink and pouring another.

Finally, curiosity got the best of me and I glanced over at the individual. Indeed, I did know who he was but he did not know me. Since things had already gotten weird enough, I decided to introduce myself  to this person before I made my hasty exit. Perhaps you too will recognize this individual:

a man with his arm around another man with his arm around another man

After that night, the significance of the expression it’s like watching a trainwreck took on a whole new meaning. Traumatized by Trump, I am relieved to say that this hotel has been knocked out.

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I recommend staying a safe distance away

 

The Trouble with Single Malts: Why Scotland Should Stay in the UK

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It’s the same song and dance as another country wants to break away from its parents to be independent with no clue what comes next if they do.

Have we not learned anything from the stupidity of countries like Greece joining the European Union? Greece thought joining the Eurozone would lead to prosperity as it would be seen as a respectable member of the European community. They fought hard to prove they belonged and finally gained admittance into the Union. What followed was the realization that abandoning the dhracma made their exports of olives uncompetitive, their beaches too expensive, and the cost of a gyro costing too many Euros. Now countries like Greece, Ireland, Spain, Cyprus, Italy, and Portugal are wondering what they really gained by becoming members.

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes…

bailout and austerity.

Enter Scotland who is voting this week whether to remain part of Great Britain or try to make it on their own. This is the opposite situation of those countries mentioned above but will, in my opinion, have similar negative consequences.

First, banks like the Royal Bank of Scotland whose headquarters are in Scotland are already making contingency plans to leave Scotland if the referendum passes. Second, the producers of Scotch whiskey are feeling anxious that the intellectual property rights of this native drink will not be enforced due to a limited number of Scottish embassies in contrast to UK embassies worldwide. Next, there are serious questions as to what will happen if Scotland institutes its own currency that is not pegged to the British pound. All of this spells disaster for a country who appropriately wants its sovereignty recognized but has not done the calculus as to what happens if it is completely autonomous.

Investors will be appropriately weary of a country who rather abruptly decide to break free from one the most stable currencies in Europe, the British sterling, in favor of an unseasoned monetary authority. Access to affordable capital will be hard to come by spelling disaster should things not go well for this fledgling economy. And if things do go awry, who will Scotland turn to for help, the United Kingdom? One could only imagine the terms of that bailout.

If not, would they also considering joining the sinking ship of the EU? Hopefully not. We’ve all seen that movie before and it doesn’t have a happy ending.

So to all my 16 year old Scots who have inexplicably been given a vote to decide the fate of their country, I urge you to consider that you have not considered all that needs to be considered in making this historic choice.

That alone should convince you to vote no.

Cheers,

An avid whiskey drinker

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Vegas Knockout: A Recap of Week 1

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Who will be crowned Caesar of the Vegas Knockout?

How’s your Knockout Bracket looking?

The first week only had one upset with the Riviera beating out the now defunct THEhotel. The only controversy I have encountered is the failure of some hotels to make the tourney. “How can you not include Aria?” my friend asked dismissing the bracket as unreliable.

“Learn how to read,” I replied reiterating that the bracket is comprised only of hotels I have stayed in. 

His bitterness aside, here’s a recap of the action:

(28) Stratosphere vs (5) Mirage: The Stratosphere really has no redeemable qualities besides being a landmark on my way out of town when I used to drive to Vegas before discovering the beauty of points and Southwest Airlines.

(27) Hooters vs (6) Four Seasons: Where can you go for bad wings and bad company? Hooters Casino!

(26) Riviera vs (7) THEhotel: Time will tell if the Delano will live up to standard of THEhotel but for now nostalgia wins in the name of Riviera.

(25) Rio vs (8) Skylofts at MGM Grand: Have it your way at the Rio but prepared to be bored besides that.

(24) Flamingo vs (9) Bellagio: Unbreak my heart by refunding my money for an average stay at the Flamingo.

(23) Treasure Island vs (10) Venetian: Sorry Treasure Island.

(22) Planet Hollywood vs (11) Mandalay Bay: Good location is not enough to save Planet Hollywood from an early first round exit.

(21) Stardust/Sahara (SLS) vs (12) PalazzoIn an untelevised game, the Palazzo managed to knockout the Stardust.

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Vegas Knockout: Stardust vs Sahara (SLS), the Play-in Game

There are the days of Old Vegas. Think Tangiers Hotel, think The Rat Pack, think Moe Greene.

Then there are the days of old Vegas. Think Riviera, think Stardust, think Sahara.

The only one still standing both in the Knockout Bracket and in reality is the Riviera. But, for the sake of nostalgia and to mirror the true NCAA Tournament, I had to throw in a play-in game for the old school icons of the Strip. After all, everyone loves an underdog.

Today we have the Stardust vs Sahara with the winner taking on the number twelve seeded Palazzo. No play in team has ever made a significant run in March and I wouldn’t bet that either of these would do the same. However, there’s no harm in a little throwback, even if it isn’t on a Thursday.

A budget conscious law student, I stayed at both the Stardust Hotel and the Sahara hotel. Today, the camels of the Sahara have been replaced by the couture of the fashionable SLS Hotel. The 59 year run of another Vegas landmark has been overtaken by another boutique hotel purporting to be un-Vegas by becoming the standard for the new Vegas. (See Vegas Knockout: THEhotel Reads No Vacancy. L.V. Strip. September, 9 2014)

The same was supposed to happen to the Stardust but due to the economic crisis, the land remains undeveloped with only these pictures serving as memories of the fun times had.

a man standing next to a statue

a group of wine glasses on a counter

a table with glasses and drinks

Today, it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior’s college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it’s like checkin’ into an airport. And if you order room service, you’re lucky if you get it by Thursday.

Today, it’s all gone.

And if anyone cares, between these two, I choose the Stardust to take on, and mostly likely get thrashed by the Italian side in the opening round.

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Vegas Knockout: Rio’s Whopper Bar Is King

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Chippendales Male Revue in the background confirms photo authenticity taken at Rio Las Vegas

(25) Rio vs (8) Skylofts at MGM Grand 

I stayed at the Rio for next to nothing, once again using the Priceline Trick though maybe I was fooled myself as the price and star rating may have been right but the location ‘Las Vegas Strip’ was not. The Rio is located across the bridge in its own corner of Las Vegas. This makes it especially inconvenient since my friends and the rest of the tourists are not right outside my door.

The hotel’s carnaval theme is supposed to conjure up feelings of being in Rio De Janeiro but that’s quite a stretch. While I have heard great things about the Penn & Teller show and maybe some of you would be interested in the Chippendales Male Revue, I never had the pleasure of attending either.

Instead, I split my time between my suite (nothing more than a big room with a gigantic CRT TV, a nostalgic throwback to life before high definition) and the best bar in all of Las Vegas, the Burger King Whopper Bar.

For two nights I was treated like royalty and would order my usual double whopper, no tomatoes, extra ketchup and a Diet Coke. Then I’d make my way through the empty casino all the way to my room in the exact opposite location of the BK. The Rio must know that their Whopper Bar is the star attraction of their hotel and purposefully place it on the other side of the casino forcing those with empty bellies and no restraint to play a few hands before entering the kingdom of the flame grill.

Since Vegas has some of the best restaurants in all of the world, I’m sure I will take heat (pun intended) for my choice to dine with King. However, sometimes you want to eat what you know and love without being charged a fortune for it.

Although Whoppers and onion rings are easy on the budget, they don’t go hand in hand with my favorite Vegas pastime- the pool parties. So unless you’re going to Vegas in the middle of winter or don’t have a Whopper Bar in your neck of the woods, I wouldn’t roll the dice on a 3-Star Priceline hotel lest you want to end up binging on BK out of boredom.

With that I have to say, “Adeus Rio!, see you in Brazil.”

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The Icebar Tokyo

One day I will tell you about my visit to the Tsukijii Fish Market to eat the world’s freshest sushi. One day I will tell you about visiting the Tokyo Imperial Palace, an opportunity available only twice a year, for the New Year’s Greeting. But today, I will tell you about my visit to the Icebar Tokyo in December of 2006, an experience everyone should partake in whether it be in Jukkasjärvi, Sweden or Sharm El Sheikh, Egypt.

After a week in Tokyo where my friends and I had seen and done just about everything including preparing for a festive New Year’s celebration, I needed to plan something special that would rally the troops who were beginning to show signs of libation fatigue. Unbeknownst to them, I made a reservation for the Icebar and proceeded to convince them that tonight, we would take it easy.

Unable to communicate the address to the taxi driver, we were running late for our appointment and I grew increasingly anxious. My friends began to question what I was up to, an accusation I deflected by pointing out the window and exclaiming, “Oh wow, look at that!”

After more argument with the taxi driver, we arrived at our igloo. Actually, from the outside you wouldn’t even know it was a bar let alone a frozen one. Once inside, the secret was revealed and everyone’s spirits were lifted.

We were each given space suit coats to protect against the Arctic frost and instructions that we could only survive inside for a period of 45 minutes. Indeed, the bartenders themselves were rotated on quick shifts to prevent a worker’s compensation claim of frostbite.

Safety instructions noted, hazmat suits zipped, we made it inside and ordered a round of drinks.

We ended up with a pun of stories:

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How cool!
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Olaf
Tokyo (408)
the guys chillin
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Can I buy you a drink?
Tokyo (410)
vodka on the rocks
Tokyo (419)
Do you want to build a snowman?
Tokyo (411)
So, do you come here a lot?
Tokyo (417)
Stone cold killer
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A memory frozen in time

So how much does a polar bear weigh?

Enough to break the ice; how are you my name is Alex…

Vegas Knockout: THEhotel Reads No Vacancy

(26) Riviera vs (7) THEhotel (Delano) 

What makes March Madness special are unexpected upsets whether it be (6) Michigan State vs (11) George Mason in 2006 or (6) Ohio State vs (11) Dayton in 2014.

The same can be said of the Winner’s Bracket of Where to Stay in Vegas. What fun would it be if the favored seed moved ahead every round leaving a predictable Final Four. There would be no incentive to keep up with the tourney nor would there be any controversy. That is why in the battle of the Riviera and THEhotel, the Riviera squeaks by with the upset!

How can this be? Isn’t the Riviera more of a motel than its superstar luxury counterpart THEhotel? Although the answer is yes, the reason THEhotel comes up short is two-fold:

1. My first time in Vegas I stayed at the Riviera and nothing can duplicate the fun that was had on a limited budget.

2. THEhotel is no longer Ahotel. It has been rebranded as the Delano, an offspring of the beautiful Delano Hotel in South Beach.

The Delano Las Vegas faces some stiff competition as the new hotel on the block Strip while the Riviera has been around since 1955 making it one of the oldest hotels to survive the booms and busts of the City of Lights. But, in keeping in with the rules of the Vegas Knockout, this post is a review of the hotel being eliminated. The Riviera will have to wait its turn, unless it manages to pull a Butler upset by advancing to the Final Four.

I have yet to stay at the Delano but preliminary pictures released online have not wowed me into accepting that this chic hotel is superior to its predecessor. Indeed, I am a little off put by the huge boulders that now reside in the lobby.

But, let’s not dwell on the present. Instead, I would like to pay tribute to the past by writing a review on one of my favorite hotels in Vegas, hoping that its legacy lives on despite the new ugly font prominently displayed on the golden tower.

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Is that Courier New or Comic Sans?

Walking past the chorus of ringing slot machines and after a cloud of blinding smoke, you arrive at the silent, dignified entrance of THEhotel. From this perspective, THEhotel was one of the best because there is no gaming on the premises, a criteria that is not a critical component of my evaluation for a Vegas hotel.

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Vegas quickly takes its toll on the mind, body, and soul which can only be tolerated by teleporting to a suite of peace and calm. THEtoilet paper, THEpillow, THEshampoo, was a unique marketing tactic to describe everything in THEroom. The king size bed was so comfy I didn’t bother to leave the room on a Saturday night, apart from going to the lobby to pick up my pizza. Staying in is a mortal sin in Sin City but I did not care because I was far removed from the flashing lights that bait tourists to spend money.

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Of course, had I wanted to go out, THEhotel is connected to Mandalay Bay which has replaced Rum Jungle (my first club in Vegas) with Light, for those of you who like pulsating loud noise, somehow regarded to be music. THEhotel also had a rooftop bar which is a nice place to start an evening. But, my father and I both were disappointed by the critically acclaimed Michael Jackson One.

As far as cost, using the Priceline Trick I managed to lock in a reasonable rate of $100 a night. And perhaps this belongs in the Mandalay Knockout review but be sure to get the incomparable lobster roll at Citizens Kitchen & Bar.

All in all, THEhotel will always have a place in my heart because it was all that is Vegas and all that is not.

With that I would like to say so long MYhotel, I hope you are left in capable, caring hands.

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Vegas Knockout: Giving the Hooters Casino Hotel the Bird

(27) Hooters vs (6) Four Seasons

In March of 2006, three bachelors set out for spring break to Las Vegas. Since we were in law school and since it was the opening weekend of March Madness, finding an affordable room in a good location in Vegas was challenging. At the time, I did not know of the Priceline Trick so I had to settle for whatever was available.

What was available was the new Hooters Casino Hotel that had opened in February 2006. This hotel catered to young men in Vegas looking for a prototypical guy’s night out. I should disclaim that I’m not the biggest fan of Hooters brand in general. Their wings are not the greatest (probably because they use the wrong hot sauce), their theme is male chauvinistic, and the atmosphere is as stale as their fries.

Nevertheless, the location of the hotel was central (right across the street from the MGM Grand) so for the price, I couldn’t complain too much. Or could I?

When we arrived at the hotel, we were shocked that this was supposed to be a newly renovated hotel. The livery of the former hotel had yet to be replaced and everything looked dated.

The rooms were also terrible. They had some Florida tropical theme with everything in the room decorated in bright blue- delightfully tacky yet unrefined. The two fundamental requirements for any room are 1) a good bed and 2) a good shower. I don’t recall the shower but I do remember the two full size beds that were supposed to accommodate four grown men. That wasn’t happening so I slept on the floor.

But you don’t go to Vegas for the room anyway so enough about that. What about the ambiance of the hotel?

The Hooters brand is supposed to be synonymous with partying and sports. The Hooters Casino Hotel contradicts this theme. First, and most amusingly, the ‘Sportsbook’ was nothing more than a chalkboard. The spreads were filled in manually everyday in white chalk by someone with great penmanship. And here is a description of the atmosphere of the hotel: Envision the degenerates that go to the Hooters restaurant for the wings, add in drunk spring breakers, more creepy old men, and idiots subscribing to the mantra “what happens in Vegas,” and you have all the makings for a terrible time.

Sorry Hooters, I don’t like your wings and I don’t like your hotel.

Good day sir!

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My ride out of there