There are plenty of low- and mid-scale restaurants in Vegas. This one just seemed really surreal.
Sunday, the last day in Vegas, I had to get up really early to make the flight. This all worked well, and was actually boring. I got to Phoenix on time, they didn’t lose my luggage, and getting home was easy. Fuzzball was really happy to see me.
Monday was a fairly normal day at work. Nothing really exciting happened.