We left Harrah's Metropolis after a nondescript breakfast at the hotel. However, I wasn't leaving Metropolis without seeing the giant Superman statue!
|Prompted by all that schweddy balls talk|
|So glad we were there on a Sunday! OUCH!|
Off to our last stop before Home Sweet Home. St. Louis, MO. Only 220 some odd miles. The slot gods were much better to me in St. Louis. Won back what I had lost and had the fun of playing for several ours on their money. After having a late lunch in the Diamond Lounge we were headed back home.
Only four more hours, I could do this ride blindfolded. Straight north on I-55. Springfield, Bloomington-Normal, Towanda, which always makes me think of Fried Green Tomatoes. Pontiac, Dwight, right past the slowest McDonald's in the entire universe. Braidwood, Wilmington, Channahon. Almost home!
I-80 looks clear, put the pedal to the medal we're almost there. Two days, three casinos, four states and we survived. That made a total of six Harrah's properties visited for The Great Race to Rewards promotion. Which will give us plenty of spending money the next time we hit Las Vegas. I can almost taste that big fat juicy steak at The Range.