You know that I love Las Vegas as another-world getaway, but, let me tell you, I'm a really boring person to go to Vegas with. I can spend a couple hours at a time zoned out in front of a slot machine or perfectly content just having a cup of coffee and people-watching. When I get home, friends ask, "So did you guys see any shows?" or "Did you find any good restaurants?", and that's all normal Vegas stuff, and I usually say No, because, let's face it, I'm no foodie and I have no interest in seeing Celine Dion or Donny & Marie.
As I write this, I'm sitting in our room on the 21st floor of the Aria Hotel, looking at the flashy neon of the Las Vegas Strip and enjoying the moment. Meanwhile, Jerry called. He was just in a multi-car accident (he was sitting at a stop light, not moving), so the rental car is dented up but he's okay. Reality sneaks back into my awareness.
And, by the way, we did go a show -- Zarkana, a Cirque du Soleil show here at the Aria.
Home tomorrow for Thanksgiving.