Greetings From Vegas

Holy shit.

I was warned.  People in the know told me; they said, “Chili, you’re not going to believe it.”  they were right.

We arrived at 4:30 local time (more on THAT later) after a very long but smooth flight.  We got our bags without incident and managed to connect with Bobo and his Mrs., who had landed an hour before us and used that time to find their rental car.

Mr. Chili found us a beautiful, two bedroom apartment which, conveniently, is right between the airport and the Las Vegas strip.  We found the place, checked in, found our apartment, settled for a bit, then headed out to see what’s what.

The first thing Auntie told me was “DON’T cross the streets,” or something to that effect.  She wasn’t kidding - people here don’t stop for pedestrians and there is most certainly safety in numbers.  We took the hotel shuttle to the strip and were dropped at the Harrah’s back door.  Mr. Chili led us through the lobby (with enough flashing lights to induce an epileptic seizure in someone who doesn’t even  HAVE epilepsy) and out onto “the strip.”

It’s HUGE, and BRIGHT, and BUSY, and ENTIRELY contrary to my New England sensibilities.  We went looking for food and ended up at the food court inside the ENORMOUS Venetian complex.  It will take me days to describe that place alone.

I’m writing on borrowed time right now - we have to get in the car to find the mall that contains the tux shop where Mr. Chili and Bobo are expected to pick up their tuxes - but I was missing you all and wanted to get this posted for you.  I’ll write another entry in the down times and upload them when the business offices open.

Viva Las Vegas, Baby!!