A weekend in sin city, the city that never sleeps. Just as well when you need Starbucks to make a warmed milk at 5am in the morning. It was really striking to see so much glitz in the middle of the Nevada desert. While Ann-Marie and I loved the Bellagio fountain and its choreographed display, Tess sounded objection and turned her back in protest as it finished in an almighty explosion of water.
Gambling, drinking, debauchery, well can I just say...I'm sure they were all there and we, well, we indulged in little if any of all three. I know that speaks volumes about where we've arrived at in our lives, but the truth of the matter is it was just great to overindulge at the citywide buffet and walk up and down the strip marveling at the facsimiles of landmarks and places across the globe reconstructed in the name of gambling, in the middle of the desert, in the middle of nowhere.
We're glad we made it there on our American odyssey. To have my photo taken alongside the King of Rock (or at least he looked a lot like Elvis, one of these guys was an impersonator for sure) was a highlight for me, and on my birthday to boot.