I just got back from a quick long weekend in Vegas with my wife. It wasn’t my preferred choice to go, but my wife wanted to go, so we went. Where I am from in the north land, we don’t do masks, even when masks were ordered, most didn’t wear them, and the majority didn’t care. Vegas still has a mask mandate indoors and in public, so do the airports, and planes. But I will say it has relaxed, I rarely wore a mask, and other then check in, and 2 times someone told me I needed one, I would take it out of my pocket and put it on my chin. It shut them up. I had 1 person in the elevator jump me a bit, but he shut up when I told him I outgrew diapers a long time ago.
I haven’t been to Vegas since the mid 90’s, and I still don’t like it, and prefer I never go back, and the wife agrees.
I am not a drinker, or a gambler, but I did way to much of both this trip.
A few notes from my trip, it smells like weed outside all over, and I hate the smell. Feathered slutty looking show girls wandering all over are scam artists. I had my picture taken with 2, then they tell me they want $100, $50 each for posing for pictures. This was just a picture that my wife took, from my phone. No, I didn’t pay them that much, I gave them each a $20, and still felt I got screwed.
When you drink like once a month, and only have 2-3, then go to Vegas, and start drinking at 11 for lunch, then continue drinking all day and into the night, the next morning felt like a real life Hangover movie. Luckily there was no tiger in our suite, and we weren’t missing anything, other then a bunch of money, and some short term memory.
I was suppose to catch a 715 flight yesterday morning, but after hanging out with Captain Morgan all day Saturday, we didn’t make that flight, and had to catch a late flight back to Minneapolis then I had a 2.5 hour drive home after that. Made it home a little after 3 am.
A couple lessons from the trip, weed smells really bad, and I think everyone in Vegas smokes it. Captain Morgan is not your friend. Feathered slutty chics only want to screw you, but you don’t get the satisfaction of being screwed. Leave you debit card at your room when you have been drinking all day, and decide you are going to just gamble $200 per day. Alcohol and gambling don’t mix well.
During our stay, we had to stop at the Trump motel and have a few there. Completely different crowd there then at the Venetian where we stayed.
The biggest lesson, don’t go to Vegas.
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