Weekend in Las Vegas
This weekend, I’m succumbing to family pressure and will be squandering two of my jealously guarded days of PTO on a four-day odyssey in Las Vegas. While in summers long-since past, I may have spent much of my time wrestling over the same $20.00 bill at a blackjack table for twelve-plus hours, this year I find myself with my seven and nine-year old children, who will be commanding the lion’s share of my attention.
An even more condemning assertion that I have slid into suburban middle-aged parenthood is what I intend to come back to Salt Lake City with: a 25-pound bag of rye flour and some staples from Trader Joe’s, which serves the Las Vegas market but is sadly absent here in Utah. Sure, you can get rye flour here, but it comes in the form of a one-pound bag that costs $5.00, has some fancy artwork on it and a name that permutes the words “Nature’s”, “Harvest”, “Bounty” and “Millstone”. I’m looking for something bulk-packaged with a modest price per pound.
Nevertheless, I’m looking forward to the rest. I’m figuring my days will be spent oscillating between buffets and minding the kiddies at the pool. Bear in mind that I consider this to be a good thing, possibly bordering on great. Adding to the awesomeness is that Las Vegas is within driving distance of Salt Lake City. This is a new experience for me, coming from Chicago and all. I find air travel to be intolerable, and having my own vehicle at my disposal is so much the better.
