We continued by having a lunch inside the Excalibur up in the food court. We didn't hit a single buffet on this trip although that used to be a major attraction for me here. (Damn, my Ozempic for being able to so completely kill my gluttonous instincts.)
We clicked for an Uber pickup by the designated exit at around 1:45 pm which allowed us to get to the airport for leisurely pre-boarding procedures. It all was smooth and when there's no stress, life is better. I enjoyed our short chat with our driver who drove a huge GMC and had lived in Vegas for 16 years. Terminal 3 seems large and relatively new. Slots still sit near the gates in LAS in case gamblers are trying to leave the city with a bit of remaining cash. Our plane arrived early and we boarded quickly using the new facial boarding gates. The flight left before its scheduled 5:05 departure time and arrived at YVR early too. I had my free, tiny bottle of red wine on the way.
In our home airport, we walked and walked from our arrival gate to get to the customs machines. Jay and I decided to do an Uber from the airport and opened our apartment door at 8:50 pm.
The other day a guy in an elevator at Excalibur asked if we were up or down. I said we were going up in elevators that only went to floors 20 to 28. He was really asking if we were winning or losing in the casinos. Neither Jay nor I enjoy gambling. We didn't use the machines above. However, on his birthday, Jay did put in a dollar bill into a slot machine in our hotel casino. On a 1¢ machine that meant he got two spins. He didn't walk away empty handed. Even after giving the establishment 90¢, it felt like he left a winner!
