Las Vegas is not a place I would necessarily choose to go to unless it’s for good reason. You see, a club is not something I usually enjoy and I can’t calculate numbers or see patterns fast enough to be successful playing cards. (My dad, on the other hand, might as well call Vegas “home” because he spends the majority of his time there – and rather successfully – playing Texas Hold’em). The first time I went was for a friend’s wedding (good reason #1) and this second time was for my cousin’s 21st birthday (good reason #2). I’m willing and able to put on a party face when I need to but the truth is I enjoy Vegas more when I’m not actually in Vegas. It was my cousin’s birthday, however, so I put my party face on. And then she got food poisoning. And the lines to the clubs were ridiculous. And the women and men we saw seemed very superficial. And the food – and drinks – were very expensive. Even with all of the negatives, we did our best and got a lot of much needed sleep!
But, less than a week before I caught my flight I put a post on Facebook showing my excitement to see my cousin again… in Vegas. A few hours later I received a text from my dad asking when I was going and a few minutes later we realized we were going to both be in Vegas this same weekend, and he promptly planned a big surprise for us to do together. The last time we were there (yes, he was there, too) he’d booked a couple of shows, planned a nice dinner, and we went on a Hummer tour to Hoover Dam and Rainbow Canyon, so I could only assume it was going to be something amazing. And it was: a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon. This crosses two things off my bucket list, and the tour company was wonderful!
In the end, though, I was happy fly into the sunset back home to Kansas City.