Las Vegas Is STILL, Decadant And Depraved. But They Have Nice Soccer Fields

Not a good two days for, "City".  1-2-1.  When the highlight of the tournament is a, "nil-nil" tie with a team who was supposed to wipe the turf with you?  Not a good two days.

BUT!  All is not lost.  The boys from Murray had a great time with their new, adopted team.  I took Danny and Trenton to see Penn & Teller last night and they got to meet them after the show. Get some autographs, and some pictures.

Trenton has never been to Las Vegas before.  And Thursday night, he got to see, "The Strip" at night, and have dinner in the hot, new, casino, Cosmopolitan.  At a Chinese/Mexican fusion restaurant.  That is decadent.

And last night, I exposed him to Penn & Teller.  And that is depraved.  But without being, "adult entertainment" depraved.  Just, crazy depraved.   Google Penn & Teller's, "Cell Fish" bit.  Blew my mind, and I was watching it from right up close and personal.

There has to be a trap door involved somewhere.  Trust me.

So, all things considered?  It was not a bad weekend.  Tomorrow, most folks are heading home.  Not us.  I'm going to keep Danny and Trenton out of school on Monday while we drive home.  Won't hurt their education, I'm pretty sure.

Sunday is Debra Jo's day in Las Vegas!  Look out, Trader Joe's, here we come!

It's almost Christmas.  That means baking.  Nuts.  Nuts will be bought.

And the BEST cereal in he world.  Danny wants a case of Trader Joe's vanilla, almond, crunch.  As do I.

We will go to COSTCO.  And not just for gas.  Legally?  It's called, "bootlegging".  I'm doing it anyway.  Some,  Maker's Mark.

Sunday night, we will take the shuttle from our condo to, "The Strip".  Show Trenton the fountains at, The Billagio. The volcano at, uh, wtf ever place THAT is.  Just do the, "touristy" shit.

I'll be packing a handgun, because I CAN.  But the truth be known?  The LVMPD is ALL over the strip.  So I could turn the two 15 year olds lose down there to just walk around, and see the sights, and not really worry about them.

 I might do that.  And get some sleep.  I just hope they know the last shuttle, "home" leaves at midnight.  From Caesars.
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Does trusting my 15 year old to hang out on the Las Vegas Strip late at night (and he's done it  before with one of his other friends) make me a, "Bad Dad" or just a guy who trusts his kid?  I'm thinking I might be nuts, but he's done it before.

I trust him.  I trust, Trenton.  And just to be sure?  I have a $100 bill in my pocket to pay a cab if they call and say, "We're lost!  We don't know where to find, Caesar's and can't get home!"  I'll pay the cab fair. 

I hope, Deb wants to go with them.  I've had enough of, 'The Strip".  I've seen it.