Showing posts with label Las Vegas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Las Vegas. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

6 Beds in 8 Nights


When describing my travel by the numbers it sure sounds provocative...

"6 beds in 8 nights"

"3 females in one hotel room"

"Broke the law at 2 hotels"

"Barely had a chance to sleep (if you know what I mean)"

"Naked 360° panoramic photos taken...and shared"

But, is it really what it seems? Here's my latest travel experience between Friday 11/30 and Friday 12/7...

Bed 1: Minneapolis
My girls are gymnasts. They compete at different levels so the "Peppermint Twist" meet was Friday night and Saturday morning...forcing us to stay in a hotel. Luckily I had enough hotel points to stay for free at Holiday Express Inn and Suites. It was only one block away from the Convention Center so it was perfect location. Free breakfast, too! It was a small room (didn't get the room I booked) so the 6 of us crammed into a normal hotel room and barely had a chance to sleep with all the kids fit-ful (and one a nightmare-filled) sleep.

Was it legal to have that many humans in one room? Most likely not. But my life-long motto is "Ask forgiveness, not permission".

Results: Girls had 2 very strong events, and are now ready for state meet (see Bed 6).

Bed 2: Golden Valley
My wife is an actress. The problem is that she doesn't get to do it much anymore. Our niece played "Little Red" in the musical "Into The Woods"...and that made my wife cry. 

She LOVES that musical (so do I), and her dream is to play a role in it, but it doesn't appear often around us, so while she was crazy-proud of her niece, the second she started singing, my wife teared up. it hurts to see her obviously long to experience something she can't...yet.

We slept on a blowup bed at my wife's brother's house, and enjoyed a nice morning and then made our way back home that afternoon.

Bed 3: Rochester
A short respite in our lovely, so-grateful-I-should-scream-but-too-often-I-forget-what-abundance-I-have home.

Bed 4: Las Vegas
Now THIS is a bed!

But, I was only awake in here for about 40 minutes.

I also discovered that the Venetian is the first Vegas hotel that is not overly sleazy and wanted to spend some time in.  For example, I loved the 2nd floor...complete with "outdoor" italian river walk.


An amazing place...but what a waste without my wife along.

I had a crazy-good dinner at B&B Ristorante, not only because of the amazing food and wine, but becasue it was FREE! Thanks Gartner!

And finally, I can utter the sweet, sweet words, "Pre-Check Status" whenever I fly. No more having to walk through the x-ray camera thing where 360° panoramic naked photos of me are taken then shared with someone in Washington, DC to check for bombs and guns (can't help not flexing a bit a the camera swirls around me)

Bed 5: Raleigh
Comfort Suites is my go-to hotel because it gets me points that my family could use, and it has a free breakfast. My 20 hours in RTP consisted of arriving at 11:30pm from Vegas, waking at 6:30 for a customer briefing, all-day demos at IBM, and flight to MSP at 7pm...arriving at home in Rochester at 10:30pm.

Bed 6: South Minneapolis
The very next morning, we all woke and drove BACK to Minneapolis. I rarely stay at the Sheraton because IBM doesn't offer discounts, but since the State Gymnastics meet gave a discount, we stayed there. Good place. It snowed like crazy the evening we drove up, and since it was another small room we dropped the boys off at their cousins in Golden Valley, dropped the girls off at the hotel, then went to our annual Fujiya sushi dinner and "The New Standards" christmas concert. It was awesome! I simply love sushi, and the band is always a treat to watch.

The next morning was the State Gymnastics Meet. It was another awesome/sad meet where one girl got great scores and placed high (14th overall for bars from 191 competitors), whereas the other girl struggled.

We actually stayed in a 7th bed in 9 days by sleeping in the guest room of my wife's brother's house. A wonderfully restful end to a crazy travel week.

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There ya go.

So tell me, is that 8 days of travel as glamorous and attractive as the numbers portrayed?

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Lost Vegas

A few weeks ago I had my 4th business trip to Las Vegas. I've told my colleagues several times how I really don't like that city, but have never been able to articulate why until now...

...thanks to my youngest, his innocence, and his school journal entry:

photo 3 "My dad went away. He went to lost vagas. I miss him. He is a nighs dad. I like him. He likes to play music.”

Lost Vegas.

That's exactly it. I feel lost when I'm in Vegas...and I'm guessing others feel lost there, too.

I lose my connection with nature
Maybe it's just me, but I don't see anything natural in Vegas. Sure there's a lot of pretty water fountains and flowers and trees, and the architecture mimics the greatest landmarks in the world.

But it’s all fake. Unnatural. Even the real trees are not naturally supposed to be there.

Nothing in Vegas is real…

…and something deep inside of me bridles against that.

I lose my moral compass
OK. I don't really lose it, but it sure has a hard time pointing me to safety while in Vegas. It tries to point me to Blue Man Group, an oasis of un-naked-entertainment, but the interference from everything else makes the needle spin and lose its way.

But I don't blame the city. So what if it caters to the care-free? The city is not is forcing me to walk slowly by the 'baseball cards' lying on the sidewalk, street, shrubs, and every other surface showing girls for hire.

I don't blame the workers in Vegas. 90% of them are just like me...doing honest work cooking, cleaning, maintenance, IT jobs...so they can support their family. It’s not their clean tables or good food forcing me to turn in my seat to watch while a volcano blows and “Lava Girls" slide out into a 30' Margarita mug. 

I don't even blame the 90' billboards of showgirls pointing their bareness at me in glowing lights (although the Hot Girls ads on the trucks that constantly cruise the strip are a bit maddening).

At the end of the day I shake my moral compass and wonder why I didn't stop and wonder if my thoughts and subtle actions throughout the day honored my wife, my daughters, and my God.

I lose my joy
I think others do, too. All I need to hear is the 'ding ding ding" of the slot machines and my whole spirit drops (I'm convinced the gates to hell are lined with Wheel of Fortune slot machines). I walk around watching my peers play the slots, and there's no smiling, not even any conversation.  Anywhere. 

I really lose my joy (and a few tears) when casino after casino brings out the pole dancers. Mind you, they are not in some corner or secluded club…but in the smack middle of the casino along the walkway between the front door and the elevators. I first feel guilt at even a glance…then I feel shame. I start wondering what started that former 8 year old daughter, made in God’s image, hopefully loved by parents, down the path where she’s making ends meet by dancing for men in a casino.

…oh, and I notice she’s not smiling either.

But then I find...
But as I write this, I'm surprised to think there is something to find in Vegas.

I find a reflection of myself.

My own life is filled with normal, everyday activities that are neither good nor bad. I’m surrounded by temptations (just maybe not as obvious). I can choose to stare at those temptations or choose to follow my moral compass. I fail far more than I care to admit.

My life is also filled with normal, everyday people. Regardless of what they are doing, God loves them and He wants me to love them, too. Not mock them, not judge them, not use them, not ignore them.

God wants me to love them (that scares me more than the roller coaster at the top of the Stratosphere).

In the end, I’m surprised to find that maybe what I really don’t like about Vegas is exactly what I don’t like about myself…

…I can be fake

…I can be amoral

…I can be joyless (and bring others down)

…I can be unloving, uncaring, and use those who God loves.

But a reflection can work both ways…

Maybe next time I can reflect back the good that Jesus is slowly adding to my life. Maybe that will help my little corner of Vegas to become more real, moral, joyful…and loving.

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