Captain’s Log 5,161
The Vegas trip is over. It was a lot of fun to hang out with family and friends. Next year, we are celebrating Mia’s birthday in San Diego. I am really looking forward to that. Lounging around in a house instead of a hotel will be very nice. I plan to cook some meals too. A much easier pace for all of us.
I can handle about three days in Vegas before I get anxious to leave. It’s stimulation overload for me. The noise, the crowds, the drunks, the smoke, the people all trying to sell you something. I need quiet time. I spent time alone in the hotel room every day. I read magazines, watched some TV, etc. I also went outside every day to get some fresh air. They recirculate the air in the casinos, but it’s not the same. There are also no clocks in a casino. They do that intentionally to make you lose track of the time you spend gambling. It’s a false reality inside a casino – just like The Truman Show. A very sophisticated strategy and design to make you spend money. Oh, those clever Las Vegas strategy people!
The best things we did were the Elton John concert and riding the High Roller.
What an entertainer! And what a nice man! Imagine 3,500 people (probably all liberals) enjoying a concert by a knighted, gay, married father of two who is an advocate for AIDS research and other human rights causes. I highly doubt if any Trump or Cruz supporters were in the house.
I have been on the High Roller once before. I loved it this time too! At 550 feet, it’s the world’s highest observation wheel.
The engineering on this thing is marvelous! It takes 30 minutes to make one revolution. Regular price is $32 for adults. For $55, you can go into a drinking car and knock yourself out with unlimited booze for half an hour. That does NOT sound like fun.
Getting shitfaced 550 feet above Las Vegas…..in a crowded bubble car. No thanks.
The wheel never stops moving, but it goes so slowly you board and debark by simply stepping on or off. Very cool! But not for people with any fear of heights. Once you are onboard, there is no getting off for 30 minutes. I’m sure there are lots of freak out moments when people over estimate being okay with something like this.
It was nice to come home. I immediately put away all my stuff, started a load of laundry, and settled down with a pile of magazines. Amy texted me the next day to tell me they had things stolen from their checked luggage. Medication, perfume, and milk chocolate from Trader Joe’s. It was NOT the TSA people. They always leave you a nice little notice that they have gone through your stuff. This was out and out stealing. They left the dark chocolate, Moon Cheese, and the unopened bottle of rum. My guess is it happened in St. Louis because they had a long layover there. A very disappointing end to the trip for them.
I leave for the east coast next Monday night. I am busy putting things in order at the museum to be gone for two weeks. It will be nice to get away. Vegas is nice but it’s not really getting away. I have to be about 500 miles away from home before it feels like “away.”