We live in a wonderful time. You can get in a plane (or two) and fly cross country. In the history of the world, that’s only been possible for a few decades. Still, 12 hours door-to-door is a little much – and five hours on the leg from Baltimore to Las Vegas was brutal.
My folks had no idea we were coming last night. My cousins told us where they were all eating and we walked in and surprised them… and they were surprised.
We were all very tired, so Helaine and I got settled and went to sleep as soon as we could. First, we looked out the window.
We are on the 25th floor. We have a view looking south down the Strip. Caesar’s Palace covers a significant portion of our view, but we see the Eiffel Tower at Paris, The Rio and Palms, Flamingo and MGM Grand.
Unpacking the bags brought an unpleasant surprise. Either at Bradley or BWI, our bags must have been left outside, uncovered. A few of our suitcases were soaked.
This morning, in the Las Vegas air, they are dry. We’ll have to look one-by-one to see if they’ve been injured.
It’s a football day, and we plan to watch at the Sports Book here at the Mirage. Other than that, our early arrival has left us with little in the way of plans.