Seems like everything in Vegas is crazy with a capital Z. The traffic was crazy, the parking was crazy, the crowds were crazy.
Unfortunately we had to shop. No, really, it was an emergency. Brother's wedding reception that night.
And that morning we discover in a moment of heart-stopping horror that we left my boyfriend's suit and all his fancy clothes in a garment bag. Hanging in a closet in a motel at the opposite end of Nevada.
So. We hit the outlets hard and walked away with a passable sport coat, shirt, etc.
Here's some tricks we used to survive:
- Follow the taxis. The street lay-out is a maze, the signage non-existent, you'll get lost on your own. Follow the guys who know where they're going.
- Skip the parking lot. Use the valet service.
- Time to leave? Give the valet dude a big-ass tip, and he'll get your car fast. Time = money. You either pay with money or you pay with time. Your choice.
- Bring your own water bottle. The fountains don't work and the prices are crazy.
Crazy!