Vegas

So my old (not old, make that "long-time") friend, Gail,  invited me to St George for a little R&R. She goes to Las Vegas often and told me how much fun we'd have, so we headed south for glitz and dazzle. Gail knew about an inexpensive hotel, right on the strip so we booked one of the last rooms available (AARP convention took precedence).

When we checked in, we should've been suspicious because the desk clerk kept smiling. Little did we know, he was giving us the most random room they had.  Here's the map he gave us:

Notice that our room wasn't even in the luxurious Imperial Palace at all! Btw, here's how luxurious it was:

Compared to:

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But the price was right, so we took it.  We pulled our luggage through the casino, past the shops, restaurant, out by the bus depot, through the parking lot, through a tunnel, next to a parking terrace, behind a staircase, and there was our room!

Is that a place two middle-aged, Utah women would want to be? Hmm.

So as we left the room for our night out on the town, we passed another room, where a man was showing a security guard what was probably the details of a break-in.  Hmm again.

After a fun night of sight-seeing and glamour, we headed back to sleep. "Do we dare?" we wondered. "Too bad I left the mace in my car."

Well the heavens smiled upon us that night. Just as we were coming down the darkest hall, near our room, where nobody could hear us scream, there was a policeman. He'd been stationed there for who knows how long, but it was just when we needed him. We dashed in our room, put the chair against the door and sighed with relief as we listened to the raucous night noises of Las Vegas.