We decided to hang out in Vegas so we could get some things fixed, meet my mother as she made her way out to California from Texas, and introduce the kids to midnight buffets, cheesy lounge acts, smoke-filled casinos and, as you can see above, $135 weddings in clown-decorated chapels. You know, it was a cultural experience. Besides, July is best time of year to visit the desert.
We spent Fourth of July at a really neat RV resort with mi Madre, and then we made the super smart move to a hotel room at Circus Circus. Why was this smart, you may ask? Well, I wanted to take the kids there but the Circus Circus RV park (essentially a steaming hot parking lot next to a busy industrial street) was charging $60-$70 per night and the hotel room was $21 per night AND we could park our RV there. Plus it was CRAZY HOT so there you go. A no-brainer decision. We moved into the hotel room…like seriously moved in with a hot plate, frying pan, the contents of our refrigerator, fans, sleeping bags, mixing bowls, hand blender, and so on. Thankfully the non-English speaking housekeeper was understanding and gracious even after I ignorantly said, “muchas gracias” to her before realizing she was in fact not Hispanic but Indian.
The kids saw their first circus acts including trapeze artists, acrobats, clowns, magicians and contortionists. The highlight of the stay was an all-day pass to Adventuredome, complements of grandma. Bella went on her first crazy-scary-cry-like-a-baby-pee-in-your-pants-feel-like-throwing-up rollercoaster rides and she surprised us all by being a cool-cookie when we were certain she would get off the ride in sobbing hysterics like normal kids do. Frankly, what is wrong with her? She’s 5-years-old and rides these things like a pro, eyes open, not a moment of weakness. On the other hand, if you mention that her cousin forgot her name and instead referred to her as “Cinderella,” she then breaks into sobbing hysterics. (I don’t get that girl. I thought she would be flattered being called Cinderella.)
For your viewing pleasure, here’s her initiation into the Scary Ride Club:
As we left Vegas, we hit a traffic jam. And it was hot. See below for details:
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my mom’s in Vegas too! I can not understand the wanting to live in that kind of heat thing. Give me my foggy mornings! Tell Bella she is way braver than me! I don’t think I would ever get on that ride!
Oh Rebecca, enjoy the cool Washington summer weather. The rest of the country is sweatin’ it up right now. Thankfully we’re out of the heat up north… but bound to hit it again as we head south again.
That’s the kind of image that i really thing is super image like.
If more images very real like this were out there we’d be super full
of graet images in the world.
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