Well, we survived our most recent excursion to Las Vegas. Barely but we did survive.
First, there was the mad cup bomber at the Luxor - right down the strip - and then there was the massive fire that took out what amounted to a whole city block in area. That mixed with the normal sin and debauchery that is prevalent in that part of Nevada and we were lucky to see central Kentucky again!
But we are back and have the pictures to prove it!
The Bellagio Hotel (where we didn't stay)
The Bellagio fountains are cranking up...
Who is that cutie pie?
The second day of our week long Vegas excursion we were staying at the Planet Hollywood (the old Aladdin). We had gone out for our 4 mile run/walk/wait for the traffic lights/walk/dodge traffic/run in the morning and then we got ready to head out to the pool.
At the Planet Hollywood the pools are on the sixth floor on the side of the hotel facing the Strip and the sun rises on the opposite side of the building. Hence, the sun doesn't get to the pool until about 10:30AM. We are all layed out and freezin' our butts off because even though the temperature was in the nineties the week before we arrived, global warming has dictated that the temperature should now be in the upper 60's. I guess we were being punished for not purchasing carbon offsets from Al Gore's company.
Anyway, I am all kicked back pretending that I am warm and that I do this all the time (even though the pasty white skin covered with goose pimples was a dead giveaway to the opposite). I am gazing at the part of the pool deck that is now lit and enjoying some warmth (that would be the part that we are not on) and I begin commencing to cipher just how long it would take for the sun to reach our chairs. No matter what number I come up with would likely be wrong but since I told my guess to no one I can pretend to be right one no one is the wiser.
I am ruminating of just how tall the hotel is, the angle of the sun, how fast the earth is turning (or how fast the sun is moving if you are a flat earther) to try to come up with how long it will be until Cherri and I are basking in the rays of the southern Nevada sun. I come up with a figure of a half hour give or take 30 minutes and I begin to wait to see how close I am.
I read or look around or do whatever and now my thoughts have wandered off to something equally as geeky when I realize that we are surrounded by sunshine. We are not IN the sunshine but we are surrounded by it. I am now somewhat confused by this and I decide to do the one thing that I have been told by people that are concerned with preserving my eyesight tell me not to do - ever - .
I look up. That would be at the sun. At the very sun that is shining all around us but not on us. That is when I see them, the sun and the "L" that it is now firmly ensconced behind. The "L" in the Planet of the Planet Hollywood that we are staying in. The very "L"that is keeping us in the dark while the rest of the word allows all those around us to shed the towels that they were using for blankets up until just a few minutes ago.
Under normal conditions I would insert a good natured "life sucks" in here but we were in Vegas and that made life good, not sucky.
Although it seemed like an eternity, albeit a brief eternity, the shadow finally moved off to annoy some other pasty white, goose pimple skinned tourist and we got our share of the toasty, low seventies weather that we had hoped for.
We didn't spend long at the pool however, because it was windy and even though the sun was finally shining brightly, the temperature plus the wind chill encouraged us to head back to the room and get ready to head down to the local P. F. Changs for some lettuce wraps and szechuan beef.
Life is indeed good.
