Ugh.
Ugh. We are exhausted. I don’t know which was worse about
sleeping at the apartment last night: the hard floor, or the miserable
cold? As usual, the heater was unable to keep the apartment above
65°, but I only held one blanket in reserve for us. Brr.
And, on our very last morning, just as we were about to leave, we were
screwed one last time by our car-juggling neighbors. We had just put
the cats in the car, too, when our neighbors started solving the Towers
of Hanoi with their noisy old jeep and a brand-new Mercedes (another
family member—just moved in!). Totally freaked the cats out;
great way to start a long trip.
But, like Mr. John says, this train don’t stop there anymore.
After arriving in Vegas, E and I got to hang out with my brother and
his fiancée a little. (We took in a stirring rendition of “My
Heart Will Go On” by the fountains at the Bellagio. E remarks that the
fountains effectively let them have fireworks four times an hour,
year-round!)
A very, very sleepy end to trip 2, day one.