Nevada didn't feel as welcoming.
It was kind of nerve-racking driving into Las Vegas. I kept telling Jeremy, "It's just like Salt Lake. It's just like Salt Lake, only brighter." Then I realized that a better word choice is, "It's just like Salt Lake. It's just like Salt Lake, only more colorful."
So, Jeremy went to his convention and we stayed in the motel most of the time. I did not want to go out in Las Vegas with two little kids by myself. With Jeremy, we went out for a walk one day in over 100 degree weather. We walked around the block to see the Tuscany where Jeremy's convention was being held and by the time we got back to our motel, we were having a hard time. Thank goodness we brought water bottles with us.
Another night we walked the block to the strip. It was late enough and the kids were tired enough that we didn't stay out very late. We watched a couple of shows at the Bellagio fountains. Those things shoot up really high.
He made an impression on some of the people who were there. He got to meet Larry Moss, who said he'd be interested in working with Jeremy and took his business card. Woo hoo. And if you don't know who Larry Moss is, check out this link:
Jeremy competed in a few competitions and won third place in the Diamond Seeker (a busking competition). The contestants were one by one supposed to take 5 minutes in front of an audience who were encouraged to heckle them (but not too much) and see how they could handle it. Yay for Jeremy doing well. His prize was a bag of some Betallatex balloons, a check for $50, and a crystal award. They're going to put his name on it and mail it to him, so I haven't seen it yet.
We made good time coming back home. We stopped once in St. George, Utah, for gas (and a shout out to my cousins who live in that area), and stopped once at a rest area because the kids were getting a bit cranky. While at the rest area, there was a group of people who had three little dogs- a black dog, a white dog, and a green dog.
And apparently somewhere between here and Las Vegas the time zone changed to Pacific Time. I don't remember seeing any sign by the freeway that we were going into a different time zone. We didn't realize it until the next morning when Jeremy got up an hour earlier than he needed to get ready for the DJ. We couldn't figure out which clocks were right- the ones we brought with us or the one in our hotel room and on the TV.
ReplyDeleteThat last picture is very cute. Sounds like you had an adventure. And I'm glad you got to see the fountains at the Bellagio. Las Vegas is really a strange micro-culture.
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