God knows what happens in Vegas

Because we got in late we didn't have time to get food from the grocery store, so I was forced to take the kids to breakfast, overly tired (my kids almost never sleep in even if the don't go to sleep until 11 pm!), excitable, and much too hungry. Which is always a bad idea. And in return I got a colored marble table. While I was ordering food Dash decided to take his red crayon on made lovely circular doodles all over his side of the white marble tables. Yes. I was so proud. After making him apologize and offer to clean the table (not to mention reprimanding him), I was convinced it was going to be a long day. (And it was. By 2pm I was exhausted and took a 2 hour nap!) We needed to return the car we drove out to Vegas, because it was far too expensive per day to keep it. We'd have had to take out a loan just to keep it for 5 more days! Well, not really, but it was exhorbitent. So I took it back to Avis at the airport and switched to Enterprise (a far superior car company!) and got a rental that, for 5 days, cost as much as a day's rental with Avis.
After this rental-car-switch-a-roo, we headed for the grocery store. On the way we saw a billboard sign that read "God knows what happens in Vegas". We laughed so hard because it's true, and because it was playing off the Vegas tagline "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas". This is a dark city with a thin veil of light around it to make it sparkle with attraction. As I told Carolina, "In Vegas, sin appears beautiful, doesn't it?" It's a really bizarre place. At the grocery store I looked around at all the shoppers, wondering what they do to live here--or why they even live here. You could easily pick out the showgirls, possible girls of the night, ect. They're hard to miss in this town. And they have to shop for food, too, right?



And did I already mention it's hot here. REALLY hot! Like 116 degrees Fahrenheit hot. I really think we could have fried an egg on the sidewalk. When we swam this afternoon we had to carry the boys to the pool because when they removed their shoes to walk to the pool steps they thought their feet might burn right off. And when I got Tess hat wet to put a cool hat on her head, she immediately ripped it off and threw it to the cement. A few minutes later it was almost dry. Crazy hot. Really, why do human beings choose to live here?

And I'll just sing the praises of Date Night with Econ Man after a draining day with kids. Bouchon is probably one of my favorite restaurants in the whole world. It's in The Venetian, tucked away from the hubbub of the casinos. It's like a true oasis in this desert devoid of silence. Anyway, lovely evening with the most divine pate du canard I could eat like ice cream. Much needed for he and I. More tomorrow when I've had some rest.







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Location:Las Vegas