After 5 hours on the road, we arrived in Las Vegas, NV. We had a great time visiting with Chris's high school friends, and I got to experience first hand how goofy this guy I married really is. How could I have forgotten?
Things we were told before we went:
Don't look at the billboards, don't take any handbills, and don't look at the ground (where said handbills undoubtedly end up)
Wear good walking shoes.
Things we learned:
Wear good walking shoes.
Just drive from point A to point B-parking is free everywhere (unlike in Chicago). It's way faster than taking the monorail (which I admit is a nice but expensive feature), and way cheaper than taking a cab, and don't even think about trying to walk the strip.
Get a good referral for a place to eat.
Bring breakfast food instead of paying $3.25 for a 6 oz carton of yogurt in the hotel "bistro," and bring your own water bottle to the fitness room (there is no drinking fountain, but you can buy a bottle for $2.50!)
Don't stay in the hotel we stayed in-it was a total rip-off!
Buffet at the Sahara: Sad. Buffet at the Excalibur: Excellent.
Also, Las Vegas isn't exactly a family scene. I know, you're probably thinking "Duh! I could have told you that, and I've never been there!" But I still would have had to learn for myself. I thought it would be nice to take Leah to the pool after we checked in to our hotel. I didn't expect to find barely-clad walking tattoos lounging in the pool drinking and smoking. Fortunately, I don't think she noticed. I had no idea that all towns weren't like Provo, where there are plentiful spots to park and nurse a baby for 20 minutes at a time. I had no idea that when they say "Sin City" they really mean it; I think prostitution is actually legal in Las Vegas. And how can every Casino be so packed when there are so many all in one place? You think the market would be completely saturated, but not so. Bottom line: I like living in a sheltered mostly-Mormon bubble, and I don't ever need to go back to Las Vegas.
We ventured with some friends to a Piano Bar at Harrah's. It was really neat to see two pianists "dueling" and taking requests and getting the crowd singing along. But it was a bar. At one point in time, one of the pianists said, "Sit back, get a drink, and enjoy the music! If you don't like to drink, well...you are in a bar. On a Friday night. In Las Vegas. You must be lost!" Yeah, that was us. Trust me, we were there for the company, but in all other respects we were lost.