Well. I just got back from Vegas.
I didn’t start out going to Vegas. It really started with a trip to Tennessee to visit my wife’s family. We were supposed to fly back to Seattle yesterday around midnight.
Unfortunately, the weather didn’t agree. Our flight was delayed 4 hours, and we were told that we were going to miss the connection in Las Vegas. Now, I’ve been to Vegas, once, ten years ago. My wife has never been.
“Great!”, I said. “We can make a quick dash to the Strip when we get there, so you can experience at least a little bit of Vegas. Oh, and you can finally see the Belagio fountains that I’ve been raving about for years now”.
We eventually landed in Vegas around midnight, and made our way over to the hotel room. After we got everything settled, we headed over to the Strip. We were both really, really tired, so we were just going to take a quick look inside a few casinos, maybe spend a few bucks on the slot machines, and catch the fountain show. The concierge at the hotel said that, at that time of night, the fountains ran once every half hour. The taxi driver said that the fountains ran every hour on the hour, that late at night. Both of these were wrong.
The Belagio fountains actually stop running at midnight, and don’t start back up 'til 3pm.
The casinos were dead- hardly anyone was there, since it was right after Thanksgiving.
We spent two dollars on some slot machines, which took us about five minutes, and then headed back to the hotel.
As we were catching the plane this morning, my wife said, “You know, I think I’ve seen just about enough of Las Vegas.”