Well, I've made it to Las Vegas in one piece. I miss John and Seamus already. I do not miss the hospice, or any of the gazillion stressful things associated with my mother in law's situation. I feel a little guilty about leaving, but it's not like I'm here on vacation. I'm not a Vegas vacation kind of person.
I will say that my room here at Mandalay Bay is pretty nice. There's a flat screen TV and a second smaller one in the bathroom. Nothing says fancy like a flat screen TV in the bathroom. My room is conveniently close to the elevators, which will come in handy when my feet start aching after 10 hours in the booth. That makes up for the lovely view I have of the airport runway. Ok, if I stand at the right angle and crane my neck, I can see the MGM Grand, the Tropicana and the Hooters Casino.
Whew, I'm tired. I'm trying to stay up to be on Vegas time, but I think I've made it as late as I can. Vegas, baby! I'm so money, I'm off to bed at 10:15 pm.
Sounds nice! Try and relax and have fun!!