No, this isn't about SYTYCD, it's about our vacation, my perspective thereupon.
Yesterday was, of course, mostly occupied with airports and airplanes. We got out the door a bit later than planned (of course; that's why we plan so early), maybe about 8am, got some Chick Fil A breakfast (deal with it) and Starbucks (do those two cancel out politically?) and headed to Tulsa for the airport. Now, for the girls this is their "first time flying" -- I use the quotes because quite obviously both flew from India to the US but of course neither remembers that. So there was some anxiety, I think; as for me I hadn't flown since 2005 and things had changed a little. Not too much at Tulsa, though -- no body scanners, for one thing. We were flying United Express, so a little plane with three seats per row; these are actually my favorites. Older daughter and I had a two-seat side and younger daughter and mamamoira
likewise in the row behind us. No strangers, so that was a plus. After takeoff and a few minutes I think it became a very droll experience for the eldest, which I expected. Flying is pretty dull, which is good, when you think about the ways it could
Anyway, flew into Denver more or less on time despite having left Tulsa a bit late; we had a lengthy layover so weren't worried. Got some lunch at a little restaurant there which was good enough but of course stupendously overpriced. Tulsa had power outlets between seats at the gate; Denver was really weak in this area so we stationed the eldest at a little booth thing for people to use for computing and piled up all the electronics for recharge there. Eventually we got on our flight where the other three had a three-person side of a row and I got to sit with strangers across the aisle. Unfortunately, and this will inform the rest of this post, I was starting to run out of spoons (if you don't know this shorthand, look up "spoon theory") already -- carrying around luggage and such, I dunno. Rallied a bit after getting some tomato juice in me. I always drink tomato juice on flights. Just a thing, I guess.
Finally we arrived in Vegas. The first thing we saw when we got in the gate was -- okay, you know this if you've been there. Slot machines, of course, or rather the modern digital equivalent. I had heard they were every freaking where, and to be honest, that's still understatement. We finally managed to get all the way across the airport to the luggage claim -- everyone else had clearly been and gone so we could just pick ours up and go. We got a taxi-SUV or something like that with a pretty nice driver -- a mom from Colorado -- and took our $20 ride to New York, New York. Got checked in and found the New Yorker Tower and after a little trial and error the correct set of elevators to get to the 17th floor, where we discovered our room is very near the end of twisty corridors. Yes, all alike. No worries. It's a nice enough room (okay, for the price it isn't all that swank, but I reckon it's about the experience) and I kind of like being back out of the way. It's very quiet. I'm sitting here watching the roller coaster that goes around the hotel, which is something one doesn't see every day, unless one is always in Vegas, I guess.
Anyway, we rested for a couple of hours or so, then it was time to hunt for dinner. One of my goals while in the NY,NY was their approximation of New York style pizza, and indeed, pizzeria on the second floor set us up. Good stuff, lots of it, once again probably ridiculously pricey but that's going to happen. Everyone was stuffed on one slice and some "garlic knots". I advised everyone to remember, if and when they read about a New York character saying they stopped for a slice of pizza for lunch, to imagine that size of slice. (Oklahomans eat entire pizzas for lunch, but they're 6" pizzas.) Done with that, it was time to wander. Poked around in the Houidini Magic Shop next door (I took some phone photos, but I'm going to deal with those after I get back, hotel wifi being what it is) then walked off in the direction of the bridge to the Excalibur and finally found our way down to the Fun Dungeon where the kids got big-eyed at the games. It was packed, so the plan was made to go back during the day today, and indeed, I'm writing this in the morning while they're back at the Fun Dungeon.
It was there my spoons finally ran out entirely and we went back while I figured I could make it, taking a few more photos on the way. The strip is... well, I imagine there's nothing quite like it. Beautiful at night from a distance. By the time we were back it was probably 8 or so, but that means 10 or so in the timezone we left, and while the kids were kind of wired we figured they should at least wind down. mamamoira
encouraged them to write down their experiences much like this, I guess, so they could review them someday, so they spent some time on that then went to bed finally. We read for a bit but to be honest we were pretty worn out so took what, for us, were early bedtimes, probably even by the standards of our own timezones. Slept for crap, partly my fault for forgetting to fill the humidified in my CPAP machine, I guess, and partly just first night at a hotel. As I said, they left me here (as planned) to go let the kids goof around at the Excalibur while I type and dream of the Starbucks on the casino floor. Maybe we'll do the Irish pub for lunch -- it's neat that they have live music at dinner but I anticipate they also feature drunks for dinner...