Just A Warning...

There are lots of pictures.  Lots of rock formations.  Lots of scenery.  A few people shots.  But I can't not share them.  I promise to go through the thousands of shots and pick out the best.  I won't put you through that.

I found out this trip that Micahel really doesn't care much for flying.  But as long as he has a book to read he is good.  And this is typical Michael attire.  Hat on backward, black vest, white t-shirt (which is only interchanged with one of his many Class B scout shirts, old jeans and today he chose to wear his hiking boots not tied for easier removal.  As long as his body and clothes are clean I'm good.  Almost all of the time.

Mark really lucked out!  Window seat on an exit row.  Tons of leg room.

And this rarely happens.  

Emmy booked us a swanky room at The Palazzo.  Nice!  Really nice!  But no shots of it.  Too busy getting things ready for the surprise evening for Micahel.

As with just about everything in Vegas, this place was over the top.  Michael even thought it was amazing.  And maybe I am just a country bumpkin, but it was incredible.  A rare shot of us together.

Chinese dinner in a restaurant where we were one of the few Caucasian families.  So you know it was delicious.  Lettuce wraps, yum!

Look at Mr. Smartie Pants

I think I remember Emmy having some fish soup.  Biggest bowl of soup I have ever seen in my life!

Then on to the MGM Grand in a cab with the most interesting and nice cab driver ever!

Mark and I have seen the show before with Circuit City and we knew Micahel would love it.  He is into TKO and all the sword and jumping and twisting stuff.  We were so excited about it.

We were excited about it until we realized our bodies were still on OH time.  The show started at 9:30pm which meant we were feeling like it was closer to midnight.  Oh well, you only live once right?

The show was great.  Michael enjoyed it.  Then someone thought it would be a great idea to walk back instead of taking a cab.  What a huge mistake.  All Michael kept saying was how disgusting Vegas was.  I kept telling him to look at the lights...all the pretty lights.  Two miles, which seemed like ten in the heat of the Vegas night finally ended with us pooped. tired, and hot.

End of Day One