I left Chitown Saturday afternoon to head to Sin City. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to this trip since A) it was for business (my day job), not pleasure B) It’s a nearly week-long trip.
I have a maximum three-day tolerance level for Vegas. Anything more than that, and it’s just exhausting. Add to that the fact I am traveling by myself, so the time will go by even slower. It’s a little different if you’re with friends and having a good time.
I checked in to my hotel right before dinner time. So once I settled in I headed out to find a place to eat dinner. I immediately felt like Carrie Bradshaw from that one episode of Sex and the City where she is in Paris and she looks inside the cafe window and sees a group of friends laughing and having a good time and she realizes how much she misses her friends.
There were group of friends everywhere I looked. They were all having a good time, dressed to the nines for a night out on the Strip. Here I was, by myself, in jeans and a cardigan and sensible shoes, just trying to find a place to eat where I wouldn’t stand out as the loser loner girl.
Where do you go when you have the blues? A blues club!
BB King’s Blues Club is at the Mirage, where I am staying, and they also serve food. I decided I may as well listen to live music while I eat my dinner for one. It turned out to be a good choice as the band was great and the people watching even better.
I was also put in a better mood by winning big at the slot machines. My high-rolling self turned her $20 into $43 at the .02 slots. yes, that is 2 cents! haha I promptly lost my $43 at the $1 slots, but hey…it could have been worse, right?
Things really started looking up yesterday when I switched rooms. I had booked a King bed, but it wasn’t available when I checked in so I had to take a double Queen room for one night, then made the switch yesterday morning. It turned out, the King room had a much better view, too! I am now in a corner room with windows facing north and southeast. Much better than the view I had in the old room of the roof of the parking garage with Trump’s Casino in the distance.
And I didn’t realize until last night, when I was in bed watching TV and heard a loud WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH, that I also have a view of the volcano that goes off every hour in front of the hotel. I tried to get pictures, but they didn’t turn out very well. This was the best one:
More stories of my solo Vegas adventures to come …