My friend and I took our annual casino trip over the weekend. It was also an inaugural trip with my fancy new Jeep. We wanted to get some pizza from Mystic Pizza, but it was not in the cards (so to speak). We usually plan these trips in April. Apparently in May is when all the people come crawling out of the woodwork, and take all of the parking spots in Mystic. RUDE. I’m sure even if we did find a spot, the wait for pizza would have been very long anyway. So we gave up and made our way to Mohegan. We were planning on going there anyway, but now were going for food as well.
The good news, I finally got to try Hash House a Go Go. I’ve been meaning to try them for years, as there are two on the Vegas strip. But now I got to try them at a closer locale! The food was really good, but also huge. To the point where some of the dishes look like a puzzle you have to figure out how to eat.
After Mohegan, we made our way to the hotel to unwind and get ready for dinner and shopping at Foxwoods. It was Cinco de Mayo weekend, so festivities were in full swing. When we got to the hotel, we had to stand in line to check in. This is where a very cranky Willford Brimley-like man in the lobby. He complained about the traffic. We sat in it as well, but don’t hear us complaining about it to people who don’t give a damn about your life story in line. He (of course) held up one of the desk attendants, with his various room requests. Buddy, it’s a fucking DAYS INN, save your laundry list of room requirements for the Ritz-Carlton! He was very adamant about having a non-smoking room, didn’t even want the room near the smoking rooms. This detail is key. The poor attendant even LEFT THE DESK to check the room was clean and didn’t smell like smoke.
We finally got checked in, by the other guy manning the desk. Since the first guy was busy making sure Wilford Crankyass, was all set with his fucking budget room. We got unpacked and ready for dinner at the other casino. I am feeble-minded and accidentally set the Uber to send us to the wrong casino. Thankfully my friend was paying attention, and I was able to change the destination. Ooops! Once we got there, we put our name in for dinner. But the guy wanted us to check back in a few minutes with him, when he had his iPad back. This was fine, except 30 seconds later, a huge swarm of people descended upon the host station like some biblical locust shit. We had to yell at people that tried to cut in front of us when confirming our reservation was set in the official iPad. Some people even had to be reminded, TWICE. Yes, we are in fact, in front you in line so shut your pie hole! Casino people are so rude. Thankfully after that, we didn’t encounter any more line-cutters. We enjoyed some shopping, food, sombreros, and drinks.
Let’s cut to the next day. We both didn’t sleep great, so we opted to get the free breakfast at the hotel. All was fine, until Wilford Crankyass (surprisingly) still cranky, made his appearance. He cut off a few people waiting for the waffle-maker. Nobody said a word. Like what?! To add insult to injury, he also proceeded to make THREE WAFFLES. What is this guys deal? Incredibly rude and self-centered. I can only assume he isn’t married, as I can’t imagine a person that could possibly tolerate him. Or maybe he ate his wife long ago, when she got too close to the waffle maker? Jury is still out on that. After breakfast, we packed up and headed home. However, we noticed ol’ Wilford in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette. I kid you not, the man who was bitching about a non-smoking room.