Viva Las Vegas!!

That Tom Jones' hand is a dog!!

Anyway, we had tons of fun this weekend. Friday we headed up to Vegas and had quite the interesting trip. So...this is how it all started...K's mom called and informed us she was going to be in Vegas for a business conference and would K like to meet her over there seeing as how it's only a five hour drive from Phoenix. Money is a little tight, so we all deliberated over it and after deciding to cheap hotel, decided to go for it.

We decided a little late, so the hotel choice was kind of limited. We tried to keep it under $100 a night and finally found a gem of a hotel called Golden Palms. We booked two nights and asked for Friday off from work to make a grand weekend of it.

Friday, we left early. We stopped off for breakfast and then made the long trek out there. 6 hours later, we arrived. After numerous calls to 411 to locate our hotel (unfortunately none of us printed out directions) we finally arrived. At the red light in front of it, we all stared at what could possibly be mistaken for an hourly rate hotel as opposed to a daily one. IT WAS AWFUL!!!! Trying to keep our spirits up, we kept repeating things like "It's Vegas! We won't even be spending any time in our room." But things kept happening. First it was the "Southside" etching on the wood posts outside. Then the creaky elevator that sounded like it was running on wooden hinges. Then the 'suicide window' without a screen. The mismatched comforters. Then the coup de gras...the room across from ours had a large neon sign posted on it that announced the room was closed 'permanently' due to health violations.

Oh hell no!! R & K put on a good act, but I wasn't having any of it...AT ALL. ANY OF IT!!! I was nearly in tears from the crappy hotel and made a decision. We were leaving. I didn't care if we had to pay a grand on a new hotel room...we weren't staying here. So we packed what we had already unpacked and informed management that we expected a full refund. To which they replied, "Ok." Guess it happens a lot. We were bracing ourselves for a bit more of an argument. But no, the guy was completely cool about it and apologized profusely. I think he was just trying to impress the massive amounts of hookers going to and fro.

Leaving the hotel, we wiped our brows from relief and started making the calls to try to get another hotel room. But unfortunately everything was either booked or massively expensive. Why? NASCAR!! It was a nascar weekend. But due to K and I's mad 411 skills, and R's knowledge of the city, we finally booked at Circus Circus and saved the weekend!

We had finally arrived!!

(Story to be continued...)