Even though I love New York, I still need a change of scenery now and then. Saturday evening, Michael and I boarded a flight to Vegas, and five hours later, we were sitting at a Blackjack table on the strip. We spent the next three nights eating, drinking, lounging by the pool, (I might add that we’ve never lounged by any pool in our 14-plus years together), and doing what everyone else does in Vegas. What’s that? Well, you know what they say, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, so I’ll leave it at that.
Our trip thus far has quickly reminded us how good we have it in NYC. We’re fortunate to live in a service-oriented town, and I guess we expected Vegas to measure up. But it didn’t. I’ll just say that we waited more than 30 minutes at 10 p. m. to check into our hotel, and once we made it to the concierge desk, we waited another 15 minutes until they found an available non-smoking room with a king bed. And yes, we had a reservation. We discovered this is the way the dice rolls in Sin City. But I’m not complaining — I won $200 on the slots and I played for about 20 minutes total. Not too shabby for a non-gambling New Yorker.
Vegas is smaller than we thought. We ran into our friends Amara and Nicole from NYC.
Leaving Las Vegas but more to come as this New Yorker heads to California next! Check back soon.