wendover is a hole

Seriously, the only place you can go at the last minute for Memorial Day weekend. Everything in the town is stained with cigarette smoke and stripper sweat, it's not kid friendly, the Arby's there doesn't have any roast beef (true story), the Subway is disgusting, and your hotel room will look like a scene from the movie Casino. That last part wasn't the bad part. Our rooms had blue velvety padded walls and a mirror that took up the whole lengthwise of the room. I felt like I needed to be wearing a white disco dress and spatting off the eff-word every other second just to fit in. Again, that last part isn't far off from reality either but still it was the next best thing to smoking a cigar naked in the dirty armchair that sat in the hotel room I was sharing with my MIL. Don't forget to picture the glass of scotch with a single ice cube in it. It's necessary to capture the whole mood I'm trying to create here.

Once you have that pictured walk with me next door to the Red Garter where you can truly feel like you're walking around in another place in time. Sprinkle in a few over weight patrons eyes zoned out on grimy slot machine screens. I'm still not sure why we decided to go to Wendover. It's not like Vegas where there are places you can take your kids contrary to popular belief. That's right we decided to stay at the Rainbow casino because it was the one hotel with an indoor pool that my dad just HAD to have of which he did not enter NOT one single time we were there. Instead he ditched us to take my brother on some 150 mile trek on a dirt road to some ranch he just HAD to visit. Yeah that's right my father and brother who COULD NOT leave Utah with out their ENTIRE family in tow ditched ALL OF US in the middle of the trip to take a couple hour ride away from us. Assholes! They even ditched Tyrone who thought they were going in the morning and wanted to join but in the end he got the upper hand LIT-E-RA-LLY by winning pretty big when he stepped away for a bit to do some gambling that I was major-ly frowning upon. Needless to say I was a little less bitter when I knew we were actually going to make rent this month because of it. Thanks Lady Luck!

{His Majesty playing trucks but you're not actually allowed to drive them around like they were meant to do. He likes them lined up in a row and can by moved only upon his strict permission.

Gawd! He's such a cool kid - I love him so very much.}

And to think we spent about three hours in my living room trying to plan a road trip and this is what we came up with. Granted there aren't a lot of options when you plan last minute but when you're bound and gagged to go on a trip with your family this is where they take you.

On our way out we stopped at the airfield museum (aprapo for memorial day I guess) and checked out a atomic bomb replica. Not really my bag but it turned out to be the funnest (this is not a word I am aware) thing we did there besides the night before when I spent about two hours entertaining His Majesty by blowing bubbles with my gum of which he thought was the coolest thing ever and now he's finally realized I'm the coolest person ever. He's probably forgotten just how cool I am by now but that's OK because now I will forever have a pack of Bubbalicious on my person just in case.

In all it was fun I suppose and it was nice to get out with my MIL who never gets to do anything. My other favorite part was driving around taking pics of everything I wanted to see that wasn't casino related. We drove around after the museum so I could snap some shot of the town of which I have more pictures to post of that but they deserve their own post but you might disagree with me after you see them.

As we exited the highway to head home there was a homeless veteran on the corner of the off-ramp panhandling and I tried to take a picture of him because HOW PERFECT WAS THAT for Memorial Day right? but I got shot down rather quickly with a stern scolding from Tyrone. It probably wasn't the perfect timing with my veteran MIL in the backseat.