Only in Vegas would the hotel “gym” have one treadmill. That was broken. So I met up with an old flame – the elliptical - for a quick 30 minute workout.
The elliptical had an empty Red Bull can on it – only in Vegas.
Only in Vegas would I sit down next to a guy at the Pai Gow table who still had a hospital bracelet on. I later found out he had just got out of surgery that morning. I could still see the bandage marks on his arms from the IV. I can’t think of a better place to recover. Only in Vegas.
Only in Vegas does my husband use rubber bands and a passport as a makeshift wallet.
No wait, he does that in Kansas City too.
Only in Vegas is there a restaurant called The Heart Attack Grill where waitresses are dressed like nurses and you can eat free if you weigh over 350 pounds.
Only in Vegas do I wait until 4:30 to eat lunch, which consisted of potato salad and frozen yogurt.
Only in Vegas when the dealer rotates to my table he or she gives me a look of recognition, smiles, and says, “You’re back! Where’s your husband?” One even asked how my dogs were doing. Only in Vegas.
Only in Vegas can you enjoy great conversations with a friend while eating cheap sushi and eggplant fries while your husbands are in the sports book making lifelong friends and planning a float trip down a river in Arizona.
Only in Vegas am I ready to get back to my normal life after just 2 days of fun. Today is going to be a long day of waiting and traveling. Can’t wait to get back home tomorrow and into the swing of things!