I'm not sure what it says about me that this was the first I communicated to anyone that I had arrived in Las Vegas, but I'm sure it says something.
We left the Venetian food court and wandered back into the... Calling it a mall seems inaccurate, but so does hotel shopping area. Jimmy said later that he thought resort was technically the right word, but that complex felt more appropriate. I think he was right, so let's call it a complex...
We wandered through the Venetian complex, amongst stores selling things I can hardly afford to look at (Lladro has a Hindu gods line now! WANT! And have you seen Chanel's latest skirts? So cute!), the famous fake canal and its chlorine smell (I assure you the real canals of Venice do not smell like chlorine), and more tourists than you can shake a stick at. (Where does that expression come from? I'll have to look it up later...)
"If you see anything you want to look at," my beloved said, "just say so and we can stop."
I snorted. My husband is zero fun to shop with. Possibly even negative fun. And our son isn't much better. "Yeah. If I see something I want, I'll make a mental note and come back to look at it without you."
Not five seconds later I gasped, did a little jump of glee, and shrieked, "It's a hat store!"
Yeah, so, to make a long story short (too late!), my first G+ update was "Las Vegas is no longer on the list of places I haven't been. And I already have two new hats. :)"