We didn’t have anything planned in the morning, so I drank more bourbon and watched more Bosch. Because vacation, damn it. This totally would have been the time for me to work on my novel. So much for that.
Eventually I sobered up and went to In-N-Out again. Afterward, I drove Renée to one of the dozens of outlet malls dotting the desert before we went to dinner with Brandon.
We went to Beauty & Essex in The Cosmopolitan. The Manhattan-based establishment is a pawn shop/lounge/restaurant. Seriously.
Afterward, we went to the Fountains of Bellagio. The aquatic display was set to the Pink Panther Theme.
Then, since our car already was parked there, we went to Bond. A 12-year-old Scotch was among my drinks. I do not regret it.
On our last full day, we once again took it a bit easy. We ate at China Poblano, which we dubbed the Wong Gonzalez of Vegas. I considered getting ceviche there, because I was disappointed by the ceviche I got the day before, but passed. There’s probably some good ceviche in Richmond somewhere. I haven’t found it yet. But I also don’t get ceviche all the time, despite loving it so much. I said ceviche a lot in the paragraph. Ceviche.
Afterward, we drove through Red Rock Canyon. It was a little late so I couldn’t do the Scenic Drive. If we ever go back to Vegas, I really want to do that drive. I was driving, so I couldn’t take any photos.
CHAIR IN THE SKY
On our final day, we returned Giovanna and called a Lyft back to the airport. The driver missed us on the first go round. His air freshener barely covered the scent to weed in his car. It was 9 a.m. Pacific. We had 12 hours to go before getting home.
We had to change flights in San Diego. The little bit that I saw was beautiful. I kinda want to visit there.
But the airport is terrible.
It is the nation’s busiest single-runway airport, it’s hemmed in by development and the most recent plan to relocate it was killed by voters. We had to go through a second security checkpoint to get to our connecting flight because of the terminal’s layout.
Things got better on our second flight, which stopped in Atlanta on the way to Richmond. I ordered two vodka cranberries and then turbulence led to the flight attendants not coming around to charge us for them. I got a bourbon and ginger ale on the last leg. I had to pay for that one.
We arrived in Richmond at about midnight. We had hoped to order food but no restaurants deliver on early Tuesday mornings. So I went to Wawa.
While we were gone for the week, people have gotten worse at parking in our parking lot. The spaces are close to being the exact width of a car, which means one SUV or poorly parked sedan throws everything off. Previous pavement striping showing through a quick asphalt overlay adds an extra degree of difficulty. I’ve taken to parking in a what’s left of a space because I have gotten tired of having to hunt for a better space and my car has reached an age where I don’t car if it picks up scratches and dings.
Because of the amount of travel, the amount of time away from my car or a combination of both, I broke my routine and still had my phone in my hand when I got out of the car. I dropped it trying to squeeze out of the driver’s seat, My screen is only operational because the screen protector is holding it together.
The following day, I got stuck in the parking lot for 20 minutes because a garbage truck broke the gate.
Welcome back to Richmond, right?