Keeping Klaus blindfolded and earplugged was not easy, especially on a flight lasting several hours with a changeover. We could've easily teleported to our final destination, but then I wouldn't have been able to enjoy the wonder that is first class. The seats are comfortable, and before I know it, we're landing for the second and last time
(
Read more... )
Comments 3
That old woman just WOULDN'T get out of my way as I slammed into her, over her, and out into the terminal.
"It's VEGAS!!! The lights! The fun! The things that go bing!
"OH MY GOD, I'M IN VEGAAAAAAAS!"
Ignoring the looks, I grab onto Alex's arm and try to drag him out of the airport. "I wanna go gamble! CAN WE? Can we pleaseeeeee?"
Reply
"Slow. Down," I say quietly but firmly. "We cannot gamble yet. We have to check into the hotel room first. Then I want to shower. If you're good, then yes, we will go."
I take his hand and lead him firmly to the curb where our limo is waiting.
Reply
The limo is quite comfortable though I can't say I truly enjoy the seats as I'm spending far too much time off of them and more time on Alex's lap as I try to look out his window.
"Tell me we can see the showgirls! And the prostitutes! I wanna see the prostitutes! Maybe we can find the one from Pretty Woman! Wouldn't that be great?"
When the limo door opens, I nearly fall out and hit the pavement. As it is, I have to be dragged through the back door of the hotel, reserved only for the hotel guests.
"Wanna gamble! Wanna gamble - ooooh! A suite!" He has, indeed, gotten us a suite. One with a massive bed, wet bar, huge TV, and, no doubt, a lovely jacuzzi/bathtub in the bathroom. Wasting no time, I end up on the bed and nearly hit the ceiling as the springs are great!
"Hurry! Hurry! Take a shower and then we can have fun!"
Reply
Leave a comment