Sorry I’ve been so quiet, but I just haven’t wanted to deal with… uh… anything.
Vegas was interesting. We decided to leave late Saturday night, which was a great and exciting way to do things. (Note: The soundtrack to Chicago is great at keeping you peppy around midnight.) But then we arrived at 2 a.m. and had to fill hours upon hours. We tried out the hotel’s casino for a bit, but we couldn’t spend the whole time there. So we walked down the Strip to the casino Tim did so well at last time. Alas, his luck didn’t hold.
Meanwhile, I had vastly underestimated just how far away the casino was. It was in the 40s, which we weren’t really dressed for other than some hoodies, and so things got interesting. Mainly inre: skybridges. Those suckers are everywhere, I guess so that pedestrians don’t clog intersections as much (?) but it’s annoying. Mainly because at least half of them have an escalator that doesn’t work… usually the one going up. Though in cold (for us) weather, going down wasn’t all that much better.
By the time we got back to the Monte Carlo, we were cold and exhausted. And it was only 6 a.m. Luckily, we had asked the front desk when check-in was. They told us to check in around 8 a.m. to see if anything was available. But, again, it was 6 a.m. And we were too tired to walk somewhere to get food. That is, anywhere other than the Denny’s, and I have a standing grudge against Denny’s.
So we went back to the car. I ended up dozing in the backseat. Around 7 a.m., Tim went and checked with the front desk and found that they already had a room available. So he woke me up, we checked in, and then we decamped in the room. After Tim had to lug everything himself because I was too tired/sore to help. Poor fella.
I passed out immediately, and Tim followed suit not too long after. We got up around 1 p.m. and found that we were both too sore to do much walking. Later, we found out part of the culprit was probably the bed. I don’t mind soft beds, though our current one has started to spoil me for firmer ones. Even so, I didn’t think I minded a softer bed… until I woke up in pain the next day.
At first, I thought it was just the walking. We dosed ourselves with ibuprofen throughout the day, and Tim worked on my legs a fair amount. They felt better until the next morning, when they ached all over again. So it was definitely the bed.
In fact, it seems that even the pillows were apparently too soft. I didn’t think there was such a thing! I kept waking up with a terrible crick in my neck. Hot showers helped to a point, but I was really planning on the hot tub to loosen everything up. Which is why I was so disappointed to find that it wasn’t available. Apparently, the pool was closed for the month, which meant no hot tub access either. I guess that makes sense, but it was uber disappointing.
In the end, we spent a lot of our time in the hotel room, too sore to do a lot of wandering. And the hotel does not offer a very good selection of channels. Though I felt it was appropriate that we caught Goodfellas on TNT.
I guess the bright side is that next time we visit we still have a bunch of free stuff to check out. In the end, we only paid $45 for resort fees and taxes thanks to our credit card miles; so I suppose we got what we paid for. Still, it’s upsetting because Tim, who was the bigger proponent of this idea, was in even more pain than I was. Not only that, but he spent a lot of time worrying that he was ruining the trip for me because he wasn’t up and around more. I’ll be writing a polite email to Monte Carlo, letting them know that we had hoped for better.
Still, we got out of town and out of our heads for a bit. Also, we did find some cheap places to eat — Tim was a huge fan of Earl of Sandwich which had $7 hot sandwiches made with artisan bread — so the food bill didn’t kill us. And thanks to cruise control, we used significantly less gas than expected. Maybe a full tank the whole way. So there were some bright spots.
I guess the moral of the story is: Don’t stay at the Monte Carlo unless you like everything very soft. Otherwise, it’ll crimp your style significantly. But also that getting out of town can still be immensely therapeutic. Once you get home and catch up on sleep in a more comfortable bed.