For those looking for gambling stories, the theme was similar. We were up. We were down. Up. Down. Nothing terribly surprising, though Joe did keep his Gamblers-Anonymous wife from blowing the college fund. All credit, debit, and banking information was stripped from my person before entry into a casino was allowed. Smart man, that Joe.
The sights of Vegas are always interesting. Some samples:
|Their shirts read: "What Mothers & Daughters Do in Vegas, Stays in Vegas." Joe's response? "Like what you do in Vegas with your mom is secret-worthy." He's such a joykill sometimes.|
|Elvis on The Strip.|
|I took this one for my kids.|
|Oh what "The Ho" could have told me if only its walls could talk. And if it still actually had walls.|
|At $3 a cupcake, I'd like to say they weren't worth it. But SO worth it.|
We flew directly home without a sip of beer or a single American Airlines agent being nasty to us. We picked up a pair of fuzzy pink dice for our sitter, some trinkets for the kids, and a Fantasy Football magazine. Very anti-climatic kinds of stuff.
Thank you for enduring The Vegas Chronicles, and I promise to return tomorrow with some regularly scheduled mom-based programming.
You've been a good sport.