Vegas, You’re Killing Me

I’ve been here for less than 24 hours and I already feel like I’m having my ass handed to me. I naively forgot just how full-on Sin City can be. It’s hot (a scorching 36°C today, compared to 13°C back home in Vancouver), crowded, and loud. Don’t get me wrong, it’s also very fun.

But I’m wiped out after a day out and about. I’m writing this from the room, where I’m taking advantage of the relative peace and quiet.

I can still feel the thumping of the pool music pulsating through my head, but it’s so much quieter than anywhere else right now.

ex·haus·tion
/iɡˈzôsCH(ə)n/

noun
a state of extreme physical or mental fatigue. see below image.

Fingers crossed that I can squeeze in a nap to recharge before heading out tonight. I can barely keep my eyes open.

So while I had planned to write posts each day, I might just wait until I get home next week.

Bonne journée!

Marla