What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas - Part I
Britt and I got up at 3:00 AM on Sunday to get dressed and finish packing for the trip. I even managed to choke down some breakfast. I patted Sofi and Tevus goodbye, and we headed out around 3:45 or so. We got to Groome's a little after 4 AM I think, which was so godawfully early. The lady at the counter freaked me out. I had ordered round-trip tickets to Atlanta on the shuttle a week earlier, and she couldn't find my name. I didn't want to have to pay again, but she eventually found them. We rode a short bus (yes, a short bus) to the airport, which left around 4:30 and arrived before 6:00 AM. Supposedly, the shuttle was supposed to arrive around 6:15, and the next shuttle would arrive around 7:15. I was afraid the later shuttle would be cutting it close for our flight. I couldn't find a Cinnabon near our gate, which made me sad. Our flight took off a few minutes late, around 8:40 AM.
The movie on our flight was Dreamgirls, and both of us passed on watching it. During the flight, we passed right over the Grand Canyon. It was a spectacular sight, even from that far away. I'm afraid I may never get closer, but you never know. We arrived in sunny, hot, dry Las Vegas around 10:30 AM PDT. Having been up around 10 hours already, I was exhausted. We caught a shuttle to the hotel, the MGM Grand, which cost us $10 for the both of us plus tip. We got to the hotel, hoping against hope we'd be able to get a room and pass out. Britt's employer was paying for our hotel room, and apparently only one check was cut for our room and another person's. That person had the check. Therefore, we weren't allowed to check in unless we paid the $1000+ ourselves. We declined to do so. So, we gave our luggage to the bellhop (tipping him also) and walked around. We ate lunch at McDonald's and watched a 20 minuted episode of The Price is Right at Television City with George Hamilton auditioning for the host job, since Bob Barker is retiring in June. Neither of us were asked to return for a focus group. Britt hadn't heard from Bobby, the coworker, so we decided to trudge to The Hotel at Mandalay Bay so he could register for the conference.
Biiiig mistake. We must've taken the longest possible route on foot. I have never been so tired of walking in my life. Britt's feet were blistered from walking around that weekend in Savannah, and it was hot and dry. We finally made it there, only to find out that the computers were down and Britt couldn't register. We rested for a bit and headed back, finding a tram and some handy walkways that made the trip much faster. We met up with Bobby and checked into our room. Britt and I passed out around 7:00 PM and didn't wake up until early the next morning. The bed was faaantastic. Really comfortable, and it was a king size so the bed felt huge.
I took these pictures from the window of our room:
View of the city
Originally uploaded by The Adr.
More view of the city
Originally uploaded by The Adr.
The movie on our flight was Dreamgirls, and both of us passed on watching it. During the flight, we passed right over the Grand Canyon. It was a spectacular sight, even from that far away. I'm afraid I may never get closer, but you never know. We arrived in sunny, hot, dry Las Vegas around 10:30 AM PDT. Having been up around 10 hours already, I was exhausted. We caught a shuttle to the hotel, the MGM Grand, which cost us $10 for the both of us plus tip. We got to the hotel, hoping against hope we'd be able to get a room and pass out. Britt's employer was paying for our hotel room, and apparently only one check was cut for our room and another person's. That person had the check. Therefore, we weren't allowed to check in unless we paid the $1000+ ourselves. We declined to do so. So, we gave our luggage to the bellhop (tipping him also) and walked around. We ate lunch at McDonald's and watched a 20 minuted episode of The Price is Right at Television City with George Hamilton auditioning for the host job, since Bob Barker is retiring in June. Neither of us were asked to return for a focus group. Britt hadn't heard from Bobby, the coworker, so we decided to trudge to The Hotel at Mandalay Bay so he could register for the conference.
Biiiig mistake. We must've taken the longest possible route on foot. I have never been so tired of walking in my life. Britt's feet were blistered from walking around that weekend in Savannah, and it was hot and dry. We finally made it there, only to find out that the computers were down and Britt couldn't register. We rested for a bit and headed back, finding a tram and some handy walkways that made the trip much faster. We met up with Bobby and checked into our room. Britt and I passed out around 7:00 PM and didn't wake up until early the next morning. The bed was faaantastic. Really comfortable, and it was a king size so the bed felt huge.
I took these pictures from the window of our room:
View of the city
Originally uploaded by The Adr.
More view of the city
Originally uploaded by The Adr.