Perhaps the worst place to stop for the night en route to Los Angeles.
  1. First thing I see when I step off the elevator in search coffee- my estranged mother's face! On a slot machine!
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  2. Stuck in a long line at Starbucks, next to a man FRANTICALLY picking his nose and eating it.
    Upon arrival in LA, I test out the theory that perhaps his nose was full of drugs that he didn't want to waste. Theory shot down.
  3. "All You Can Eat" buffet the night before becomes "All You Can Flush" marathon the next morning.
    Maisie Charlie and I took the title as an order, not a suggestion. Vegas departure delayed by an hour as a result.