Zach and I spent the Thanksgiving Break in Vegas were he worked filming a football tournament. I was excited to go somewhere I'd never been before. We had a good time but were so happy to come home to Utah. We stayed at a Hotel/ Casino called Arizona Charlie's. My first impression was of the place was "smoke" and it didn't get a lot better from there. Yesterday, I stayed at the hotel while Zach went to work because I wasn't feeling well. I went to get something to eat, and then went to the elevator to go back to my room. There, you need your room key to operate the elevator. Mine card wouldn't work, so I asked the security guard. She tried my card too, but it wouldn't work for her either. Meanwhile another security guard came over and they began to interrogate me. The other key was in the room, I didn't have my phone with me, the reservation wasn't under my name, and when questioned as to what my room number was said 4065 instead of 4605 (the first of which apparently didn't exist). I was so sick and so frustrated I was about to cry. The guards must have noticed, so they gave up and finally opened the elevator for me. It was then that I realized how much I wanted to come home! We went to the strip the night we got there just to see. It was neat, but one of those experiences that once you cross it off your list of things to see, you never have to do it again! Las Vegas = done! (i'll post some pictures when I find the camera...)
Fighting Forgiveness
4 years ago
