I've always heard Las Vegas has a "dry heat." I found it more like "freaking desiccator." I felt like I was about to crumble into dust the entire weekend, and that was with drinking about a liter of water an hour.
Henderson, Nevada, seems to have at least one of every chain store or restaurant in the entire country. From my hotel window I could see Target, Levitiz, Office Depot, Petsmart, Vitamin Shoppe, Carl's Jr., Chipolte, and Curves. I suspect it has something to do with how new most of the development is, and boy is it developing. The traffic reminded me of home.
I lost all of a dollar. I bet all of a dollar. The real gambling was too confusing...not the games themselves, but the unwritten rules, like that you only pick up your cards with one hand...and the slots were just dull. And I was too dehydrated and jetlagged to drink, so I spent a weekend in Las Vegas sober and without gambling. Weird, huh?
I can't get used to smelling cigarette smoke everywhere. That was another reason I stayed out of the casinoes.
The Wynn has hideously ugly carpet in the elevator lobbies, at least on the 37th floor. It's a sort of blocky paisley. On the other hand, with all the flowers and plants everywhere, they do have a bit of humidity, and that I liked.
You get a really nice view of the Strip as you land, and when I saw the MGM Grand the first thing I thought of was the fire. That is why I'm so much fun at parties...I can associate everything back to disasters. (You know, the fire. I'll talk about it later, because it just so happens, tomorrow is the 25th anniversary.)
We rented a car, a white Neon. We kept losing it in parking lots, because 90% of the cars out there were small white sedans. I expect this is a function of lots of the cars being rentals and wanting light-colored cars for the summer heat. I know you aren't supposed to leave dogs and kids in cars, but apparently Nevada summers will also bake cell phones and laptops.
I'm sure there was more, but my brain is still rattling around in my skull. And arriving home at 4 a.m. (yeah, that is another thing: no more red eye flights. That was dumb.) threw me off. Until I'm thinking clearly, here are some pictures.
Posted by Nic at November 20, 2005 05:17 PM | TrackBack