This is your brain. This is your brain on Vegas.
It’s supposed to represent the different hemispheres of the brain, but I think it more aptly describes what’s going on in your head after a week of nonstop partying.
Not that I’d know what that’s like. I’m here for our family travel adventure, and we’ve been keeping it G-Rated, with visits to the museum, the Hoover Dam, and Cirque performances.
We stayed a block off the strip, at the Desert Club Resort, part of the Holiday Inn Club Vacations chain, which was a welcome relief from the noise and smoke of the Las Vegas Strip.
The most impressive thing to me was the intense, triple-digit desert heat. It’s always there, just waiting for you to step outside of your air-conditioned room and be enveloped by it. I live in Central Florida, and I’ve never experienced anything like it. Good think we had a pool a few steps outside our unit at the resort.
If you come here with your family, I’d advise you to get off the Strip and to stay off. There’s so much away from this adult playground that’s also great for kids, and I’m not just talking about the marquee attractions like the dam. Once you get past the glittery part, you might actually Like Vegas. I did.
(OK, some of you have asked about the comment I made on Twitter about almost being “86ed” from a casino with my son. Long story. Let’s just say kids don’t belong in a casino, for any reason. It doesn’t matter how good the Gelato at the Venetian is. I’ll have the full story later.)
We’re on to our next destination, San Diego. I’ll have a full report soon.