One of the good things about going to Vegas during November is that I can totally milk it for NaBloPoMo for the rest of the month. The bad thing for you is that you’ll have nothing else to read on my blog other than every excruciating detail about our trip.
I went in to work last Tuesday at 7, anxious to get out of there by noon. Amazingly it was pretty quiet all morning and I was able to get the most critical things done. At noon I headed home, quickly changed, and set the automatic cat feeder so that Giz was taken care of until Mike’s sister could get over to our house to take over the cat feeding duties.
Off we went to the airport about 40 minutes away. We expected to get caught up in the earliest of the Thanksgiving rush, but much to our surprise there were no lines. None. We had already checked in online but still had to go upstairs to check our bags. On our way up the escalator we looked down and saw that the security line wasn’t too bad. We walked right up to the counter, checked our bags, and then headed to the alternate security checkpoint. We were the only two travelers there. We were stunned.
We made it to where our gate was, saw that the flight was still showing as being on time, and headed back to the Irish bar to have a Guinness–our vacation tradition. After that we went back to our gate, saw that we were still scheduled to leave on time, and went to another bar to have another drink. (I slept like a baby for about an hour on the plane.)
We boarded on time and were able to chase the sun as it set.
We got into Vegas on time, about 6:45. Our luggage came down immediately (another shocker!) and we went to stand in the line for a taxi. But there was no line–none at all. When were were out there in March, we stood in the line for a cab for probably close to an hour in 90 degree heat. This time it was 75 degrees, breezy, and there was no line. We couldn’t have asked for things to go more smoothly.
We got over to our hotel and since Mike had talked with a casino host about our hotel room, we were able to bypass the lobby and go straight up to the VIP check-in. Once again, no line. We went up to our room and had a great (if somewhat blurry) view of the strip.
We threw our bags in the room and immediately headed back downstairs to go to P.F. Changs, which is our traditional first Vegas meal every time we go.
After dinner we just wandered around our hotel, played the slots for awhile, and crashed relatively early. I had been up for over 20 hours and was pretty worn out. We knew we would have a long day ahead of us on Wednesday.
TO BE CONTINUED . . . .