Limping into Vegas wasn't part of the plan. But it was a necessity. The drive would have been too far, and we wanted to show the kids the lights. But then sickness was all around, and gambling was all around, and smoking was all around, and it was a bit surreal.
We did make sure the kids were feeling okay enough to go have an hour's worth of date night, just me and Corrie, walking around, drinking, playing some blackjack. We showed Cass how to call me on Corrie's phone---we set up my number as an emergency contact---and left the kids to watch TV. They did fine and there was no issue, and we had our own little fun time.
Before that, I took Cass to walk around and see some lights, and they didn't diasappoint:
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| "You can't park your car here!" |
I had a sound byte playing in my head often as we walked around, the scene where Johnny Depp is trying to leave his car under lights like the ones above at an early point in 1998's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and the attendant is yelling at him. I must have said it dozens of times, much to Cass's bewilderment.
We did try to catch some of the circus acts, but they were sporadic, not at the time's posted, and not the things that were supposed to be happening. Oh well, but check out the thick balance/contortionist with the ball, cool stuff!
We joked that it would have been funny to go turn it in at the window and collect that nickel and penny, but decided to give it to Cass as a keepsake, a reminder of the realities of gambling. Twenty bucks to six cents in a matter of minutes.
We grabbed some cash to gamble with, but seeing all the tables were full, we dropped a twenty into a fancy looking slot machine, and before we could figure out just the hell was happening, we were down to six bucks, and couldn't wager anymore. We hit teh CASH OUT key and it spit out a voucher like the one below.
Corrie went to use the bathroom, and I put the six dollar voucher into a machine like cash, and played until I couldn't bet anymore. I won, and lost, and won, and lost, but the winning never amounted to much, and in the end, the CASH OUT button was pressed, and the following six cent voucher was spit out.
We lost the rest of our money faster, once the blackjack table opened, and then we left, laughing all the way back to the room. We had a set amount of money we were comfortable essentially setting on fire, enjoyed the experience, and went back to the room. I could see a scenario where I did some sports betting, but...
The next day, after agreeing not to go visit our old friends, we bombed it back to Long Beach. Cass barfed in the car, and Corrie was sick that night at home. We're still not completely clear even now. Sheesh...
The trip was awesome and magical, but the last fifty hours were a bit rough, and we're still shaking it off, even now, nearly a week later.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose!
Happy Decemberween Holidays!
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