There . . . and Back Again

Matt and I have returned from our big family gay-cation, minus some earrings I bought for Mother's Day and a library book that mysteriously disappeared.

 

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Thursday, May 1, we flew to Vegas on Southwest. Upo0n arrival, we checked in at The Plams, an off-Strip property that we had seen on a segment of Great Hotels on The Travel Channel. The Palms definitely lived up to its billing as a hip hotel for the ytoung and hot. I declare I have not seen that many hot, shirtless studs in all my life. It was a guidofest for sure.

We applied the $20 dollar trick, which got us an upgrade from a standard room to a 1, 000 sq. ft luxury suite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had dinner at N9ne Steakhouse, which served us incredibly tender steaks that melted in our mouths despite having been overdone.

 

The next day, Matt's parents arrvied and all four of drove off in a rented SUV to the Grand Canyon, a 5-hour drive away.