Not much to report from yesterday, I was meant to pick up my money from the Rio at 1030 and obviously I wake up at 11am and then it takes me until around 2pm to raise the courage to rise from my pit.
I make my way over to the Ladbrokes lounge to basically vegetate and sort out the $$. I've sorted some but not all of it but it's prob for the best as the Rhino can't get what I don't have

Whilst there people wheel in 2 big tubs of booze and a load of food, I am almost sick in my mouth a little as this is the last thing I need to be smelling/thinking about in my current state.
I try the Caramel Macchiato repair trick which doesn't work so just continue feeling sorry for myself until around 5 when I decide that it might be worth drinking my way out of it.
A couple of beers does nothing to sort me out so around 7 I head back to Caesars and my room with the intention of room service and a couple episodes of Fringe before re-evaluating the evenings plan.
Long story short I still feel like sh1t so decide to have an early one so that I can do some damage to the free bar at the closing party. I see checkout is meant to be by 11am on Monday. I sure will be up, packed and checked out by then. [grin]
Then after this evening it's back to grafting at the Venetian next week. Hopefully I can emulate Mr Trigg's efforts from earlier in the trip!