Or not. On the way back from visiting my Dad on Maui, our flight from our connecting city was canceled. That city? Las Vegas.

Maybe in different circumstances I would have enjoyed the diversion. But I really just wanted to get home. It was 9:30 and the woo girls wanted me to high-five them, so I did. Then we had a breakfast at the casino, took in the amazing experience at Omega Mart at Area 15, and then walked the Strip from the Luxor to the Venetian (nearly close enough to spit at the Trump Hotel) before getting a late lunch and heading to the airport.

I really recommend Omega Mart, by the way. It’s an interactive art installation and it’s a real kick.

We had to fly into Portland and then rent a car to drive back to Seattle. (The car’s driving directions could not figure out we were on I-5 and kept plaintively begging us to take side roads back to the freeway the whole way.) In the end it wasn’t a half-bad diversion.

Oh, and have a picture of dogs that are not technically my Dad’s but spent the whole week with us at his house in Hawaii.