|Emily's Very First Trip to Vegas|
Prior to this trip, my knowledge of Las Vegas was limited to what I'd seen in movies. Allow me to elaborate.
Thanks to the 1992 Disney classic Honey I Blew Up the Kid and everybody's favorite drama-crime-comedy trilogy Ocean's Eleven, Twelve and Thirteen, I was woefully misinformed.
Emily's Misconceptions about Las Vegas
Traffic on the strip is that of a residential neighborhood (remember when Wayne Salinsky lures his giant baby away from casinos with an ice cream truck?).
Reality: crossing the street in Vegas risky. Best to wait for the cross walk and traffic signal, then elbow your way through the crowd to get to the other side. I saw a middle age woman, clutching her husband's arm, tense with fear and scream “Ahh!” Her eyes were wide as pedestrians from both sides of the street merged in the middle of the road. It’s no place for babies, giant or otherwise.
|Good thing the pool towels were big.|
|For my shark-loving husband|
|Me and my co-worker in Margaritaville|