Vegas: A cheap place to stay, and cheap food; that’s what friends said. So there they were, driving in night’s false dark, following maps, following the car in front, with too many signs and distractions to figure the way.
And there they were at an “interesting” hotel, searching for food to eat at an “interesting” buffet.
“Don’t touch,” they exclaimed to the kids as they passed flashing beacons, moved zombie-like to enticing sounds. “Stay behind the line.”
At least they could set them free in the restaurant, where they wandered, mazed’n dazed and overfed, till the youngest one threw up.