FINALLY we get to go home. I just want out of here.
I made a comment yesterday about this place being 'Clubnoxious', (Club + Obnoxious, get it? I am fucking funny, leave me alone.) and got chastised for being old. Yeah, I am. I also don't drink any more. I don't gamble any more. I don't waste money like an idiot any more. The trifecta of Vegas. I also fucking hate 90+ degree weather. I hate crowds of idiots. There is nothing here these days that holds my attention or makes me enjoy myself. Period. I find it annoying, tiring, and overwhelming. Too many fucking homeless, too many "walking pop up ads" trying to sell me show tickets or girls to my door. It's a pain here. Plain and simple. I have no interest in any of this crap. So fuck this place. Let me go home.
We both slept poorly Thursday night and B ended up taking a 'nap' in the morning. Basically we got out of bed, had a horrible breakfast, and she went back to sleep until noon. Breakfast was horrible because of the volume level and sheer number of people. That's the irony here. We have had some great food but the shittiest ambience and places to eat it. I was getting a splitting headache trying to deal with the noise level.
After she woke up we got out of the club, I mean our hotel room with the blaring pool music, and walked through the Miracle Mile shops. No we weren't looking for anything in particular, just wanted out of this room.
Came back, did part one packing (part two is this morning), and relaxed. We ate almost all of our leftovers from the week for dinner. Nice job. Went to bed around 10.
Leaving for the airport around 8. Flight boards at 10. Home by 2. Laundry. Packages. Cats. Soon. Very soon.
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