On how Vegas became 3 posts...

My last day I woke up early so that I could get to the pool right as it opened. My reasoning was that I could just sleep when I got down to the pool... which obviously didn't happen. I got too excited when I got down there. Too many people to see and eavesdrop on - you'd be surprised how many early risers there are - even in casinos!

Even after I checked out, I just brought my computer to the pool and worked under palm trees all day - not a bad office setup, eh? Granted, it also doesn't hurt when guys buy you beer while you work, using smooth pick-up lines such as, "You look really smart..." Do I really? Or am I just the only girl with a computer. Hmmmm....

I also made friends with the a guy who worked at the Monte Carlo coffeeshop, where I would charge my computer, who gave great discounts! All you gotta do is be chatty and indecisive - it works wonders!

I then headed out on the town for a few more hours of strolling down Las Vegas Blvd. I put together a super fun outfit for my last night there, a decision that took a rather drastic turn for the worse. I thought that wedges would look sweet with my skirt, and I figured that wedges were created so that you could wear heels, but not be in pain, right? WRONG. I am also not one of those people who can withstand the pain for the "beauty". After about 20 minutes of walking on them, I ripped them off and walked to the Vegas strip BAREFOOT. Gross? YES. Painful? NOPE.

That took A LOT of scrubbing to get rid of all the gross things that sunk their way into my feet, but now they are none worse for the wear.

I was able to experience the magic of the Bellagio and Caesar's Palace one last time - and watch the beautiful fountains... and once again contemplate robbing the Bellagio, and once again decide against it.

Solomon, a man I chatted with on the strip on my first day there, was right. He said Vegas can only truly be appreciated at night. And boy was he right. I then walked up and around to the front of the Bellagio and had my favorite view of the lights...

Not quite like Paris, France, but they did pretty well if you ask me!

Can I just say that climbing stairs in that skirt caused me to fear for my life so much more than hiking down the muddy Grand Canyon? It was TERRIFYING. I was sweating so much and had to keep letting people pass me because I kept tripping on myself. But man, it was worth it. Shoes weren't. Skirt was.

Leaving Vegas was a chore. I scheduled an airport shuttle to pick me up at 9pm. 9:15 - still no shuttle. I called the company to ask where they were, and they hung up on me! Thankfully another couple had scheduled a shuttle and I just went with them. Spirit had canceled their flight, so they were headed to the airport to tell them what's what. I commiserated, feeling so thankful that I was NOT in their shoes again. How fitting that my trip would begin and end with swearing to never fly Spirit again. We'll see what happens though when I look for Vegas tickets in a few months and they're over $100 cheaper... It's a risk, but you have to decide for yourself - is it worth it?