By Georgia Osten
The pocket book is a little drafty after our recent 2-day trip to Las Vegas. Thank goodness it wasn’t any longer. We flew in on a Tuesday to meet up with our California kids. They drove in a few days earlier from Monterey, California, to escape the 60 degree weather, to get to some warm climate. Little did we know that it was 110 in the shade. Thank goodness for a hotel with 5 swimming pools.
“Dry heat,” everyone says, “Big Deal,” I say.
We did a lot of walking, hotel to hotel, The Venetian, Paris, New York New York, Ceasar’s Palace, Circus Circus. The first night we went to The Golden Nugget downtown for dinner and the light show. Oh my goodness, the “street show” was off the wall. Comic heroes and many weirdos, sights you wouldn’t believe come out at night.
The next night, we babysat so the parents could make a show and have a dinner out. Our rooms were across the hall from one another, which made it convenient to slip in and out quietly. PawPaw stayed with the kids for “lights out at 8 pm,” and Grandma slipped out to go back to the blackjack tables. I was up by $70 from my afternoon session, until I went back later that evening. A professional gambler I am not! The day we had to leave, I waited and waited for a seat at one of the $5 tables. Finally, at 1pm, a place became available, we only had an hour to play before having to go to the airport, so we made the best of it.
Ah, what a relief to get back home to the humid 95 degrees – where’s my sweater?
(This article published 7/13/2015)
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