Daughter Kay and friend booked a trip to Las Vegas last weekend and asked if we would be able to drive down to see her. We agreed. It had been two years since our last visit with Kay and after all, it’s “only” a five hour drive for us, one-way. Besides, you all remember how much I love Las Vegas, right?
Last Friday, daughter Em and her son Avatar, Computer Geek, Weston, and I all piled into our little car at 7:15 A.M. We arrived at about 11:30, LV time, and met Kay and her friend at Caesar’s Palace.
Kay’s goal was to have a good time with her friend and to see us. Our goal was to see Kay and to avoid spending as much money as possible. We ate lunch at Subway, saw some free attractions, and spent 99 cents on a magnet. Woo-hoo! Hey, big spenders…
They hate us.
*Caesar’s Palace was designed by a childless person. Why else would there be a marble-topped diaper-changing table in the women’s bathroom? Beautiful, yes. Practical? Not so much.
*In Las Vegas, purses are not just for women. I’m not talking about fanny packs or messenger bags—I’m talking about full blown Coach handbags. In yellow and pink.
*Even though you are outside and can’t see anyone smoking, you can still walk through a wall of stifling cigarette smoke. It’s omnipresent.
*One of the reasons we refuse to be sucked into the Vegas spending machine---Kay and her friend each had one drink and the bill was $20.
*Dear Las Vegas porn peddlers: I am so happy that you look the other way when my twelve-year old son walks past you. I am not so happy that you push your material on my husband when I am right there with him.
*Dear M&M store: $13 a pound for M&M’s? Seriously?
Yet, there is beauty to be found in Vegas and when we see it, we marvel.
Em and Avatar
Avatar, Weston, Em, Kay, and Friend
A Spiral Escalator at Caesar's
Em and Kay ran into some old friends
No trip is complete without a visit to the Bellagio fountains
Seven-year old Avatar walked around the fountain proclaiming, "There's Ares! That's Artemis! There's Poseidon!" Thank you, Rick Riordan.
A final Las Vegas note: When you feel like walking, for what seems like hours, to get to the Mirage so you can go to the aquarium, don't bother. It's just a fish tank on a wall.