I gave up on non rev and just buy tickets because I make lots of money as a pilot…
Though paying for tickets it sucks to lose the flexibility of being able to just jump on any flight when meltdowns and IROPs occur to still try to get where you’re trying to go…
reno?Sounds like the problem is trying to be on the Strip, which I think is doing it all wrong. Too many food options, much too much entertainment. My humble opinion is nothing uplift's a man's zest for life like a stint in a just-where-the-hell-am-I casino located conveniently next to miles of sand in every direction.
Once as a young man I drove to Vegas from California and passed by this sad casino on I-15 on the edge of town, all by itself, and wondered what lost souls stopped there rather than driving a few more minutes to the Strip. Well, some years later, when I found myself at a mandatory government conference, in Vegas, hosted by the lowest bidder, I finally knew the answer...
My first thought was Primm.reno?
Primm definitely epitomizes the feeling I had in mind. My personal experience of a disappointing work conference was like Primm Lite: maybe 10 miles south of the Strip but still within Vegas proper. Felt pretty isolated at the time. My favorite part of that trip is that a higher-up from my company was also supposed to be there. I didn't see him once as I held down the fort. I later learned that he used his discretionary powers to stay F-that place and stayed on the Strip to pursue his own, uh, "networking agenda."My first thought was Primm.