Right after we came home from KY (approximately 12 hours after) I was back on a plane for Las Vegas to begin research for my dissertation. To save money, I stayed for 8 nights, though I only needed to be there for 4. (It’s still amazing to me that staying twice as long saved me hundreds of dollars). The Mr. didn’t want me spending a week in Vegas alone, and he couldn’t come with me, so thankfully my mom was able to come with me. It was her first time there, and it was fun for me to experience it with her.
We did a lot of different things: saw a Cirque du Soleil show, went to Fremont Street, ate at a fancy restaurant (Wolfgang Puck), shopped, gambled, ate a massive amount of food as seen on Man vs. Food (Hash House A-go-go), went to a swanky nightclub (Tao), saw a bar fight, and sang our lungs out at a piano bar almost nightly. My crowning moment was playing poker and doubling my money. Sure it was only 30 bucks to 60 bucks, but still I won. At poker. In Vegas. I may have literally taken the money and ran. I think Mom’s crowning moment was this:
We had a really great time, but came to the conclusion that 8 day in Vegas is way too long. I think we were both over it by about day 6. Also, we discovered (or confirmed?) that we’re not the best travel buddies–particularly in a place like Vegas. Mom is much more of a party-er than me, and I’m much more a tourist-type, wanting to walk and see everything. We tried to strike a balance between the two, and I think we achieved it pretty well.