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I try to do this every year as long as my schedule has me in town, because if I'm in town, I'm there!
Philly fans have a less-than-stellar reputation in comparison to more sedate fans. Like in New York, for instance.
“Gaming” is the PC term that replaced it some time ago, although when I hear gaming, I think video as in Mortal Kombat. (is that still around?)
I managed to drag my friend Shannon along for the event - okay, maybe “drag” is a little bit of an exaggeration. She more or less sprinted, ready to go!
Good thing they don't depend on me because once I get past the nickel video poker machines, my palms start to sweat.
People get off and on the bus at the various stops from the Strip to Downtown, and any number of them are worthy of a Night Court episode.
“We come here to go to shows, spend money at the restaurants, spend a lot on rooms and at the tables, and tip well. This feels like extortion.” They “used” to like coming to Vegas.
The only bad thing – if you want to call it bad – is that I still haven’t quite accepted the fact that I’m not the aspiring HGTV star that I think I am.
We – the locals – were spared having to pay the fees until December 29, when, according to the thought processes of the MGM Illuminati, locals would pay, too, therefore increasing their revenues by – get this! – millions. Hahahaha! Delusional!
My recommendation? There are lots of other properties in town that don't charge for parking because they already know and appreciate that you're supporting their businesses by paying for rooms, gaming, shows, events, food, shopping, and more. MGM just wants a pound more flesh.