Whatever happens in Vegas...

I believe I left off with Vegas? I have had very very minimal service recently; we've been driving through some pretty remote areas. So, Vegas. Minorly disappointing in the general sense. Except for this.


Yes, that's our baller upgraded mega suite. That cost us, as previously mentioned, a mere hundred dollars. Allow me to show you the bathroom.


I would live there. It's significantly bigger than my whole apartment, which is about the size of a regular hotel suite at like a Holiday Inn. Damn.

So, actual Vegas...we either didn't find the cool parts of Vegas or that weekend was just very tourist-y or what, but we were bored, quite frankly. Here were the available entertainment opportunities that we came across:
Shopping (souvenirs and mall shops)
Gambling (duh)
Getting tattoos or piercings
Eating
Sitting in traffic (oh joy!)
Walking at an incredibly slow pace behind children and old people
Clubbing (velvet rope type establishments)
Get married (not the time nor place)

Now, while Boyf and I like to party, I think we have collectively decided that Vegas is simply not how we roll. We have no tattoos. Neither of us have or desire to gamble, ever. I've only been to a club where I had to wait in line to enter maybe a handful of times, and it was never worth the time or hype. No thank you, Vegas.
Oh, and our hotel, 15 minutes from the Vegas strip, offered no mode of transportation to the action after 8pm. Who wants to have an 8pm curfew in Vegas? Fudge that. We drove down the strip, which took about 45 mins in traffic, looking and googling for anything that appealed to us, but all our options appeared to be merely a lame commercial ploy to get our money.
The only thing I wish we had done was walk down the strip to see the tacky architecture in all the casinos. Our hotel was very classic Vegas, but now they have Paris, NYC, Rome...all those themed ones. We ended up going to a diner that served cocktails and bomb dig onion rings (the name of it is escaping me....Peppermill? Peppercorn? Some compound word involving pepper). Then, we went back to the hotel. That was it. No debauchery. We saw no prostitutes, no one tried to sell us drugs, nothing. Vegas, nice try with the hangover, but even at midnight on 4th of July weekend it looked more like Disney World than Sodom & Gomorrah. Oh well- the hotel room made up for everything. Maybe next time we'll have to do more research.