We just got back from a short trip to Vegas to celebrate my first post-retirement birthday. We met up with friends for some great meals and even had a good time losing a little money at the gambling tables.
When it was time to go, we hopped the shuttle to the airport just as it began to snow. By the time we got to the airport, there were a couple of inches of snow piled up on the parked cars and dusting the palm trees lining the airport boulevard.
It's very unusual to get snow in Las Vegas, but as anyone knows who has ever been to Vegas, there's really no such thing as unusual there. From pyramids to volcanoes, the Eiffel Tower to the canals of Venice, there is just so much over-the-top on the Strip that nothing surprises you. Not even snow on palm trees.
Unfortunately, the snow created extremely low visibility and all flights were canceled. Snowed-in in Vegas, we built our snow cave. Having the necessary equipment, a VISA card, laptop, and cell phone, I booked another recession-priced room, Doug booked flights for the next day, and we hopped the shuttle back to the Strip.
Thank goodness our snow cave was in the land of all-you-can-eat buffets. If we were stuck somewhere that required building an actual snow cave, I know I would not be here to tell the story.
With no jobs to get back to, we took the itinerary change in stride. The big problem for us was that we already used up all our Las Vegas energy in two days. I suppose if we knew we were staying three nights, we would have paced ourselves. But since we were unprepared for the spontaneous-extension of our vacation, we couldn't drink another drop of alcohol, even if it was free. We couldn't face another mega-restaurant, and we certainly didn't have the stamina to stay up until 2 am to lose more money.
Yes, definitely there is such a thing as too much Sin City. Total indulgence in the excesses of the Strip is what makes Vegas so much fun, but 48 hours is about as much non-stop fun as this girl can take.