Sunday, July 14, 2013

What Happens in Vegas

Nothing really happened in Vegas.  Surprisingly, it was not our kind of town.   I think it was a combination of heat, ridiculous pricing and that slot machines are no longer slotted for real money.  Don't get me wrong, we had a good time, Danny and I on vacation equals good time.  It just wasn't the greatest time.  And there were many moments when I would look at the family from Germany or Brazil or some other fantastic vacation place and think "what the hell are you doing here?"  and "is this really the best we have to offer the vacationers of the world?"  Danny reminded me that they probably had just been to California and that people tend to appreciate home a little more after they have been on vacation. 
The main purpose of our trip was to see the Gillott's dance.  The Gillott's are Danny's sister and family.  The dancers are Morgan, Maddie and Jayse.  They have been dancing for always and we have never seen them in fancy costumes with lighting and such so with Morgan moving on to other adventures, this was our window.
Impressive, definitely impressive.  It was clear the work and passion that goes into being this involved in anything, be it dancing, sports, chess etc.  Well chess doesn't require costume changes.  Anyway, impressive and not at all something the White family of WDM would have succeeded at.  I take that back, we would have succeeded at it.  We are pretty awesome.  It is just hard to imagine us in that role. 
Certainly, Danny and I would have traveled the world in support of Ashlyn and Hayley's pairs gymnastics if they would have just stuck with it.
Anyway, back to Vegas.  Did you know that they get only four inches of rain a year, but six inches of vomit and 7.5 inches of boobie cards.  Speaking of boobie cards.  Not all are the same size (cards and boobs) so you cannot make your own 52 count deck of cards.  That is why Jacob did not get a Vegas deck of cards souvenir.  
Shopping is plentiful on the strip and we did a fair amount of 'just looking'.  I found the shop keepers to be very nice even though they could tell that I was not going to purchase their wares.  We chatted with the Rolex dealer, I had some questions about the watch that went to the bottom of the ocean on James Cameron's sub.  The watch guy, (I think that's what they are called) made the comment that there was not a big call for Rolex's in Iowa.  I held back (way back) and did not create an incident, but oh, my little Midwest manners were working overtime.  True though, there is not a lot of call for a $12,000(0) time piece in Iowa or any other place in the world (except the Marian Trench). 
The lovely lady at the Burberry store did not know that college students from Iowa could dress in attire other than overalls.  Personally, I don't think she knew where Iowa was.  I (and I was nice) explained to her that the great state of Iowa has two major universities (no offence UNI) that have huge international populations.  I also educated her on the fact that Iowa State invented the computer and the rice crispie bar.  There is no other university in the nation that has made a contribution to society greater than that.  Individually, sure, but when you combine BAM!
Plenty of homeless people in Vegas, or at least that is what the sheet of cardboard said.  I am not very sympathetic to the people in general and to people who can get a job in specific.  If you want me to give you spare change (1) then don't yell at me (2) don't have really bid dogs near your change cup (3) don't sit there all freakin day and don't do a damn thing to improve your lot in life.  They, like the slot machines got none of my money.
Vegas is now checked off the list.  There is no plan to return.  We didn't hate it by any means, there is just a long list of other places and other faces.  Besides, its obvious what happened in Vegas didn't stay there, I'm telling you all about it now.

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