Is there such a thing as too much Vegas?
In a word, yes.
In a couple of words, yes; but it’s so crazy, you gotta love it.
Highlights of the week:
My best-sister friend feeling flush enough to book a hotel room we never used at Caesar’s, just so we could access the incredible pool complex for three days. The pool at our hotel was crowded with too many kids wearing diapers and water wings, and adults not caring what they did. So, she said to hell with it, and we hung out at a very adult pool where iced towels, frozen grapes, and misting umbrellas offered an island of civility. (Note to families with young children: Vegas is no longer a family vacation destination–as of five years ago!)
My best-sister friend deciding she would fulfill her dream of seeing Elton John in concert and dragging me with her. Turned out to be an incredible show.
Discovering Rapid Roulette and winning and losing, and winning and losing some more, while playing it. (Yep, 8 black hit, as did 21 red, as did all kinds of combos I sometimes bet on.)
Learning to hate the so-called “penny” slot machines that take your money faster than the old-fashioned quarter slots.
Finding out that Restaurant Gal Son’s college tuition has not gone to waste–he’s learned to play a mean game of poker, which resulted in his coming in fourth out of 40 in a hotel tournament AND walking away with $400. Happy 21st birthday!
Remembering how 109 degrees is hot, no matter how dry a heat it is.
Talking to all kinds of bartenders, servers, and hosts, giving away my RestaurantGal.com card to those who were exceptionally nice, and hearing how customers are customers everywhere–they just wear funkier clothing and take their drinks outside with them in Vegas.
In a final word, it’s good to be home.