I Survived Las Vegas!

Hi everyone!

My husband Darrell and I had a fantastic trip to Las Vegas last week! Everything went relatively smoothly:

• We made it to airport in plenty of time. Personally, I'd much rather arrive early and wait than be rushed.
• We made it through security (both ways) without incident! Although I find that to be the most hectic part when they put everything on the conveyor belt for screening and then move us away to feel us up. Anyone could take our stuff! Then we're left rearranging bits so it fits just so. And, why must they swab the chairs and shoes? What are they looking for?
  Both chairs arrived in one piece, both ways. Yes! In that sense, we did hit the jackpot!
• I didn't need to pee too desperately until we landed. Then I made a mad dash for the first washroom I could find.
• Our wait for the shuttle was merely ten minutes!
• The hotel knew we needed an accessible room and had one available. Actually, we had a choice between a room with a roll-in shower or one with a bathtub. We chose the roll-in shower with a shower bench, which they brought up for us. That proved to be our only mistake.

Tuesday evening, after two days of public toilets and butt sweat, I very much needed a shower. After some tenuous maneuvering, I managed to situate myself on the bench and whipped close the shower curtain. Reaching for the shower head, the bench tipped forward on the uneven floor. Holy #$%^! Had I been a para, my face would have been implanted in the cement floor! Luckily, my foot found my scooter, parked on the other side of the curtain, in time! The small shampoo bottle went flying, which meant forgoing washing my hair. Needing to brace myself with my one foot on my scooter while holding the shower head between my knees, not every bit was washed as thoroughly as I would have liked. It was PTAs for the rest of week! (Let your imagination decipher PTA.)

More about my trip in coming posts.