![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I just returned from 48 hours in Las Vegas. It was exhausting and loud.
The Aria has thousands of hotel rooms, a huge casino, lots of high end retail, lots of extremely expensive restaurants, several enormous theaters with shows like Cirque de Soleil, and a big convention center. It's huge, and it's swarming 24 hours a day. I rented a mobility scooter and it was the only thing that made it survivable. I waited an hour to check in to my room; it was a line like the roller coaster at Disney. I liked the room better than last time - it didn't have everything in the TV; there were normal switches and I was able to open/close the drapes without getting lost in the menu system. Maybe it was a cheaper room. It still had the mini bar where if you move the $9 bottle of water you have to pay for it, and once again I successfully avoided being charged for any of those items. I suppose it's all very nice but I'd be more comfortable in a modest place where I can hear myself think, and where I can get a drink of water without worrying about how it will look on my expense report.
The work event was quite a show. I like people, I'm an extrovert, and I actually do like my job, so the actual work part of it was fine. But the travel, and being marooned in the Aria, is not high on my list of fun activities. I took the red-eye home on Tuesday night, spent the night on a plane and got home around 8am yesterday morning. I could have spent another night there and flown home in the morning, but sleeping on the plane seemed less exhausting than having to source any more meals at the Aria.
The Aria has thousands of hotel rooms, a huge casino, lots of high end retail, lots of extremely expensive restaurants, several enormous theaters with shows like Cirque de Soleil, and a big convention center. It's huge, and it's swarming 24 hours a day. I rented a mobility scooter and it was the only thing that made it survivable. I waited an hour to check in to my room; it was a line like the roller coaster at Disney. I liked the room better than last time - it didn't have everything in the TV; there were normal switches and I was able to open/close the drapes without getting lost in the menu system. Maybe it was a cheaper room. It still had the mini bar where if you move the $9 bottle of water you have to pay for it, and once again I successfully avoided being charged for any of those items. I suppose it's all very nice but I'd be more comfortable in a modest place where I can hear myself think, and where I can get a drink of water without worrying about how it will look on my expense report.
The work event was quite a show. I like people, I'm an extrovert, and I actually do like my job, so the actual work part of it was fine. But the travel, and being marooned in the Aria, is not high on my list of fun activities. I took the red-eye home on Tuesday night, spent the night on a plane and got home around 8am yesterday morning. I could have spent another night there and flown home in the morning, but sleeping on the plane seemed less exhausting than having to source any more meals at the Aria.
