Sometimes you need a little escape.
A time to not worry about even one little thing.
My Megs was heading to Vegas for a conference and asked if I wanted to come along. “Hotel is paid for” she told me. All I had to do was get there.
I have been to Vegas a ton now. It is only a 5 hour (or so) drive and it is warm and wonderful. So it wasn't exactly a new adventure, but it was..
I arrived there Saturday afternoon just in time to pick her up from the airport. We headed straight out to Fremont Street to eat at my favorite Vegas dive, The Kabob Korner. So delicious I can barely handle it. Then a trip across the street to my favorite Vegas dollar store, where we stock up on all kinds of horribly tacky costume jewelry. Like really seriously tacky. Then onto Fremont street to people watch, and dance.
The great thing about Vegas, and the worst, is that no one has any inhibitions. I love dancing on Fremont because it doesn't matter how silly you look, someone will look sillier. And maybe you will look up and realize that an attractive cowboy is videoing your entire Britney routine. Yikes! But it is okay because he also got the little old lady in a pink sweat suit totally getting into the Justin Timberlake cover.
We shared our floor of the hotel/casino with a French Tourist Group. One evening we also shared the pool. This is apparently how the French enjoy 95 degree evenings.
We found a 7-11 off strip with normal people prices so we could meet Megs’ late night slurpee needs on a daily basis and next door was this establishment.
I spent literally all day at the pool reading. Don’t worry I brought sunscreen. I finished two books and listened to lots of interesting podcasts. Megs and I helped a very large, scary, man look for his kitty in the casino parking lot. Me made fun of her friend Scott a lot, we Laughed A LOT.
Once Megan was done at class she would meet me by the pool for a quick nap and then we would look through our Vegas magazine to find somewhere fun and exciting for dinner. We had a toffee pudding at an Irish Pub that was the greatest dessert I have had so far in my life.
Seriously ask Megan! Except that this picture is her eating bread pudding at the buffet at our hotel.
Oh and did I tell you about the time my car was stolen in Vegas? False alarm but a great story you should ask us about. Oh my. I have learned that Megan is a really great travel companion. She is super relaxed, goes with the flow, is up for anything or nothing, and laughs when you are sure your car was stolen.
Thanks Megan! I miss you already.