It was one year ago today that Hoade and I spent our last day in Las Vegas. We checked out early, but had an entire day to kill, seeing how our flight didn't leave until 10:40pm.
One of the towels at the
Hôtel San Rémo is from
[Hoade and I decide to take the stairs down instead of the elevator. —Editor]
The stairs going down only
go to the second floor, then
lead outside. Hoade and I
run into someone else who was
lost within the
Jeffries Tubes of the Hôtel
Going down to the lobby,
I got into the elevator. Inside
were two elevator engineers.
The door would close, then
open. Three times. By the
time we finally started
down, one said, “We're
not responsible for these
elevators. We're working on
the building next door.”
Checking out, the guy [the desk clerk –Editor] said
“There is still four ninety-
five.” Is that 400 and
95 dollars? What? It was
$495, for the hour of Internet
Notes from pages 67–68 of the “Viva Lost Wages” notebook
The Hôtel San Rémo was under construction at the time, being turned into the Hooter's Casino, and the day we left the elevators were a bit “problematic.” After checking out and bidding adieu to the hotel, we then headed out to Hoover Dam.
We ended up parking on the Arizona side of Hoover Dam, walking down several flights of stairs (embedded in the landscape) and walking across to the Nevada side to check out the Tourist Center.
Hoover Dam, from the Arizona side looking over to the Nevada side.
The backside of Hoover Dam (taken from the Arizona side).
That white stripe signifies the old water level of Lake Meade.
After looking around it was late morning and the temperature was rising. We nearly collapsed on the way back to the car; having to climb several flights of stairs damn near killed us.
The trip out to Hoover Dam killed the morning, but that still left the afternoon and evening to kill.
So. Nevada University. There it is.
I just like the picture.
Lunch. Drove about an hour to the very edge of Las Vegas (northwest corner) and killed a few hours in a book store. Then back towards the airport, dinner, then a few hours at the terminal.
I was lucky however, to get an upgrade to First Class (for both legs of the trip home) for only $100. Yup, I took it and yes, First Class is much nicer than coach, although the weather back was bad, so there wasn't much to look at out the window, and given the time of day, I ended up sleeping most of the way home.
Oh, and did I mention
the pillows? Hoade is
really going to hate me.
And there are television
screens, but I don't know
if that is a 757 thing
or a 757-1st C [class —Editor] thing.
Fortunately, I have a headset.
God, I could actually like flying.
I am certainly happy to be
going home. I think I will
close today out here. It's
past midnight @ home.
Notes from page 75 of the “Viva Lost Wages” notebook