The house felt a bit sad and empty with Chloe visiting relatives on the east coast for ten days, so Greg and I decided to leave town and spend a week in Las Vegas.
In theory, I hate everything about Vegas: How fake, gaudy and ridiculously over-sexualized everything is.
In reality, the second I spot the glittering skyline, I just want to throw my arms in the air, because I just don’t care.
It’s like a dormant part of my brain suddenly comes alive and convinces me to take a break from all responsibilities, problems, societal expectations – and even good taste. Try it, when you get a chance. It’s very relaxing.
This visit was a bit different than usual though, because we decided to take work with us, so that we could go for a longer period of time. Greg was able to take some scattered days off, but needed to work for a few days while we were away, so we got a great, big room at The Rio and set up an “office” for both of us.
While he worked, I wrote, and then we spent several hours going over our script, so he could give me his feedback and ideas for the next day. It was great working without any everyday distractions other than a quick dip in the pool at lunch, or a half hour in the hotel gym, and the trip turned out to be much more productive than I had expected.
The evenings were spent in Vegas style though, and we indulged in everything from gambling to great dinners and drinks at the various casinos.
On our last day there we even popped over to Zion National Park, which is located 2 1/2 hours away, to see some nature and eat dinner at the Lodge, which is located inside the park.
The drive there was so majestic it took our breath away. We got a window table with a view of the giant rocks surrounding the Lodge and inhaled the calm as we enjoyed our food. As we made our way back to the car, the sky lit up with a dramatic thunder and lightning storm – a fitting call to the wilder night that awaited once we returned – a night-time pool party at the Encore.
I’d never been to a night swim like that and wasn’t sure what to expect, but it turned out to be so much fun! It felt a lot like a kids’ pool party, giant rubber floaties and all, except for the alcohol and the outfits, of course. Everyone was kind of giggling at each other, because it was both very silly and very fun.
There were probably around a thousand people at the event, sharing three large pools in front of a giant stage where the DJ, RL Grime, came on at one am (which you can probably guess is normally past my bedtime). Bursts of smoke came from the stage, along with quick beats that had everyone dancing, both in and out of the water.
We had so much fun swimming and dancing that we stayed in the pool the entire time, except for a wet and slippery trip to the bar.
“I don’t take wet money,” the bartender said when Greg presented him with two soaked 20:s. “You don’t take wet money?” “Nope.” “It’s two am at a Las Vegas Pool party. What other kind of money is there?” “I’ll take it,” his bar-tending partner said, and happily grabbed the bills. “Money is money.”
At some point during the evening Greg dared me to toss the fake leather hot-pants I was wearing as a cover up onto the stage – so of course I did. I, obviously, never saw them again, so when we decided to leave around 3 am, I had to leave the party in just my swim suit and a thin sweater. When the Lyft driver saw us, he got out of his car, opened the trunk and took out two thick towels that he calmly laid on the seats – a very responsible thing to do, I thought. It’s a good thing not everyone had checked that part of their brain at the Vegas border.