As a somewhat compulsive gambler, I've avoided Las Vegas. Until now. I'm counting on the city's fine offering of spas to keep me out of trouble.
For my birthday last week, my children got me (and my husband by default) a late August trip to Las Vegas. Overwhelmed, I imagined myself as Julie Hagerty in the classic Vacation movie….where she loses all their savings in one night at the tables. I’ve been known to sort of go nuts within an hour at our local casino. A 3-day outing only meant trouble.
Speculating on what else we could do in Sin City, I read over the itinerary provided by Travelocity. I happily discovered we have a two for one pass at the hotel’s spa. So:
1) I’ll have a chance to unwind and relax, which should abate my usual affliction, which is to regard money as something gotten from a monopoly game.
2) My nervous and immune systems can recover from the onslaught of bright lights and screeching alarms. Serenity will prevail.
Although this is my first trip to Las Vegas, I’ve found refuge in many spas. The tension and stress of harried flight connections, eating junk, and spending too much invariably tighten my neck muscles.
Massages, like acupuncture raise endorphins. The high I’m expecting, but rarely find at the video poker machines awaits me at the spa. As a backup I’ve been making a list of spa specials at other hotels. Between the spas and Cirque du Soleil, I might not have much time to gamble.
As a test, we spent the past Saturday night in a local gambling town. The room featured a white marble whirlpool and a basket of spa products. All it lacked were a few white candles.
About midnight, my husband said he'd had it, but I could stay out since it was my birthday outing. I envsioned that whirlpool. I headed to the room. There's hope.
