Alright. Here we go. Part Two!
Thursday morning I was supposed to meet some friends at the pool. We were going to have a repeat of last year, except we didn’t exactly book a cabana. We were just going to wing it and call it a day.
But guess what?
It was RAINING.
I know, I didn’t believe it either so I had to go to the window of my hotel room and check for myself. I often do this, much to the chagrin of my husband who says he’s not lying to me and that I can believe him. I’d like to point out that I do, in fact, believe him, but I’m so incredulous that I can’t help but see for myself. I just can’t help it. It cannot be helped.
And sure enough, not only was it raining, but I had a view of two of the pools and no one was there. NO ONE. As in, the pool was CLOSED.
So after a lot of texting, we met outside the Public House which became our meeting place the whole week. It was a landmark. I could find it no matter where I was and I am extremely proud of myself for this because the Venetian is practically a city unto itself. The danger of getting lost was always lurking.
Except, we got lost.
So we stopped to take a picture. We thought it might come in handy. You know, in case the authorities needed to be called or we needed a LAST SEEN HERE picture. But where were we? Because I sure don’t know.