Lithus' project has moved, so instead of flying into Salt Lake, we're in and out of Vegas this time. He went to work first; I stayed home to visit with Starbuck. And then I flew into Vegas to meet him. Two weeks since we'd seen each other. In Vegas. Rowr...
Or not so much.
I've written before about how neither of us are big gamblers, big drinkers, or big show-goers. Plus, we now live in NOLA, so The Destination isn't a big deal.
So, after working in the morning and driving in the afternoon (Lithus), after being up at 4:00 am Vegas time and traveling more than 12 hours (me), after not sleeping well for two weeks because our beds were too big (both of us), what we really wanted to do was have dinner and hang out in the room.
The hotel didn't honor our king-sized bed reservation, so we ended up with two doubles. Nope, not even queens. Doubles. You know what? After the initial WTF reaction, it stopped mattering. There was a buffet. There was a television. There was a heating unit that worked. But mostly, there were us, together. He was asleep by 8:13. I followed by 9:30. We slept, we got up, we had breakfast, and headed out to Cedar City.
Yeah...Vegas is totally wasted on us.
