It's Vegas Baby...

This past week was my first time in Vegas.  I always fly into Las Vegas, but never stay.  I can tell you that I won’t do it again.

If you aren’t into drinking and gambling there isn’t a lot to do.  Once you have walked through one Casino and Hotel you pretty much have walked through them all. 

I really can’t think of any use for a purse that cost a thousand dollars or a T-Shirt that costs forty dollars.

Las Vegas was merely the backdrop for a small family reunion.  We gathered there because my brother, Paul and his family were coming from Alaska to go to the races.  Joe flew in from Denver, Mom, Dad, Cynthia, Michael and I drove in from Tucson and Helen drove from Bullhead City.

I must tell you that as Cynthia so aptly put it, “She had more fun with her family than anything that Vegas provided.

No one played a slot.  We did walk Fremont Street and people watched.  We went to Caesar’s Palace to walk around.  We went through the Bellagio and stayed after dark to watch the water shows.

I am told that the slot machines don’t even take coins any more.  It is all pushing buttons and tickets.  Most of the machines didn’t even have anyone sitting in front of them.

Vegas is surreal…Drive Thru Wedding Chapels.  Doesn’t that just say commitment?  Of course if it doesn’t work out you can always drive to Reno.

In the harsh light of day Vegas is dirty and ugly.  In the neon glow of the night it can look like a fairyland.  Trust me Cinderella it isn’t real.

Frankly, we had more fun sitting in a hotel room playing cards and laughing.  I personally laughed so hard that I am sure I cracked a rib.  My ribs still hurt.

It was a time to reconnect, to laugh and just be together.