This is the last day of the show, and wow did it go up in smoke. Literally. If you haven’t already heard, the Monte Carlo caught fire today at 11 a.m. A number of my coworkers were staying there and were among the 5,000 other guests that had to wait until 10 p.m. that night to gather their belongings.
After watching the smoke billowing from the rooftop from the Las Vegas Convention Center, my coworker and I made our way over to the MGM (home base for the crisis) to figure out what she needed to do: to find a room to sleep in that night and when she could get her stuff. We spend most of the afternoon milling around waiting. We ate at Wolfgang Puck’s in the MGM for lunch.
She finally got set up at the Signature at MGM. Can I say nice? Check out the picture. Way nicer than my Imperial Shithole. We got the word around 10 p.m. that shuttles were heading over to the Monte Carlo. It was weird to be there. It looked like a battleground and guests had to be escorted to their rooms because the key cards no longer worked. We gathered her stuff and headed back to MGM. After getting her bags to the room, we headed to my hotel to gather my stuff. We decided it would be easier to head to the airport in the morning together; plus I couldn’t go back to my hotel again. It was that bad.
We didn’t get back to the awesome hotel until after midnight but it was so comfortable. Just nice enough to grab a few hours of sleep before we woke up to get to the airport.
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