I’ve lived in many different climates including those known for rain, snow, t-storms, and hurricanes. But living in the desert has its own challenges. And by August, I’m so done!
The afternoons are just so brutal – way too much sunshine and heat and the afternoons seem to go on forever. And that keeps me cooped up in the house, which I can’t stand. I curse Daylight Savings time and President Bush for extending DST.
I’m pretty much okay during the work week but by 5 p.m. on Saturday night, I’m about to flip out. I need to escape from the house and the brutal sun.
Casinos work really well as an escape destination. They’re a great refuge from the sun, and you don’t really know what time of day it is inside. But we don’t gamble. So that leaves eating and drinking. :)
One of our favorite escapes is to drive to Primm and walk the Outlet Mall. It’s right on the California border, about a 30-minute drive from home. Our favorite store is Tommy Bahama. The mall even smells like Florida. Last night we strolled the mall and then stepped into the attached casino. We looked around, took in the characters and the interesting shades of humanity, thought about having a drink but ended up just having an ice cream. I had peanut butter fudge ice cream, which was totally scrumptious, but I forgot that eating chocolate that late at night will keep me up all night. And it did.
We hung out until the sun slipped behind the mountains and then drove home, listening to ‘Soundtrack Saturday Night” on the Sirius XM Elvis station. Having such a blast, feeling energized, we said we could drive straight through to Florida on a night like that. So no worries that we’d made that trip too many times and weren’t up for it one more time. And once we spotted the Strip all lit up at night, “Viva Las Vegas” played on the radio – talk about perfect timing. There’s nothing quite like nights in Las Vegas (read “Everything in Vegas Looks Better at Night.”)
The good news is, by the time September rolls around, our temps hover below 100 for the first time since June. And that’s an improvement over Florida’s longer hot, humid summers.
But, honestly, I can’t take any more desert summers. There’s really nothing to do. How many times can you visit a casino? It’ll be interesting to see what happens next year. Will it be Orlando or Tampa Bay? In spite of the rain, tropical storms, floods, and hurricanes, I have a feeling we’re on our way.