I got lucky today, but let me start from the beginning. I was rolling down I-15 south of Salt Lake City this morning (btw: SLC is like Spokane WA, it goes on forever and you don’t dare get off the freeway) and I kept seeing these signs for the Virgin River Casino in Mesquite, NV offering $27 rooms, so I called them up and booked a room.
As I approached Mesquite there were two exits and of course the Casino never bothered to mention on their many signs which one they were at so I drove right on by. I turned around at the next exit, way down the road, negotiated a triple roundabout from hell, and made it back to the Casino exit.
Then, thinking I was turning into the hotel parking lot, I turned onto the freeway entrance heading south. Where I had just come back from…
Now I’ve been driving for many hours, and visions of $27 rooms are dancing in my head, so I hung a u-turn on the freeway on-ramp, went back to the entrance and got out of there. Not thirty seconds later a local cop passed me and I know I’d be facing a bad-ass ticket if he’d spotted me. Instead, I’m hunkered down in the best $27 room I’ve ever seen and looking forward to a $6.99 prime rib special.
You got to love Casinos that expect you to gamble, except I don’t…
I was even lucky my beard lube didn’t spill out from melting in the heat! What’s that you ask? Stay tuned… (aka, shelby pimp job)
That sounded like quite a run around you had sounds like it was worth it. Good travels.