What a long strange trip it's been
Made it to Vegas largely without incident. Would have preferred if our seat mate had been a bit more chatty, or chatty at all, but I guess that's better than wishing he'd just shut up.
Airports are really hard on my father. I still think we should have had the motorized scooter waiting for us at the bell desk rather than scheduled for delivery three hours after we got here, but he's got it now and it makes all the difference. On the other hand, by being at the bell desk when the delivery guy brought it, we got the full tutorial on how it works.
We got into the room and liberated our stuff from the bell desk. I had to get something to eat so we wandered barely into Paris, where we found their burger joint/sports bar (I'm not even going to attempt spelling its name on the iPhone app), and had a lovely mushroom frittata "burger."
I generally do not discuss my winnings and losings gambling, but I will say after dinner i had the worst run gambling I've ever suffered.
Then it was back up to the room for a quick nap (not so quick in my father's case), and next we're headed out to see the sights of the Strip.
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