I Hate Vegas

It's official. I hate Vegas and I haven't even been there yet.

I'm not sure how travel agents do it. Seriously?! If I had to book vacations for a living I'd have to seriously consider changing jobs to be... I dunno... a crack whore?

I'm in the process (I'd say I'm done, but one can never be too confident in these things) of booking a 4 day, 3 night vacation to sunny Las Vegas, Nevada for my husband, myself, and a couple of friends. One of our friends has muscular dystrophy. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find and BOOK accommodations for someone who suffers a handicap? Yeah? Well neither did I.

After SEVERAL phone calls, a couple of re-bookings, a hand-written letter, and many instances of sheer panic, I now dream about roll-in showers and electric scooters - and not in a good way. I vow to never book another vacation as long as I live. I mean it. This is why God invented travel agencies.

Oh how I can't wait for this vacation to be over so I can get back to my normal, regular fretting over my comfortable everyday chaos!