It is definitely nice to be in a hotel. The Westin is great and we are 2 blocks from the strip. Close enough to walk but away from the craziness. We keep remembering the Percy Jackson book where they walk into a casino and emerge weeks later with no idea that time has passed. That's what I feel like. Everything in Vegas is designed to suck you in, disorient you, and make you wander through their labyrinth. Ian becomes overwhelmed in a regular mall. Vegas is like a mall on steroids. Flashing lights, lots of different loud noises, too many stores, not enough places to sit, too many people. Sensory overload.
The kids have seen a lot of things here they don't need to. A woman collapsed from some kind of OD, people selling sex, lots of drunks. However several of the many homeless we've seen have been really friendly, giving the kids good advice. "Stay in school and listen to your mom so you don't end up like me!"
We went to the coca-cola store, the m&m store, had lunch at Harley Davidson, and went to see Turbo. We ordered room service for dinner cause we just couldn't face the strip again. I think that today just Evelyn and I will venture out and let ian have a tv marathon in the room. Btw, Evelyn loves Vegas.
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