Because we finally get to enjoy the same freedoms as other US citizens now that we no longer manage an apartment building, we decided at the last minute to go to SLC to visit my family over the Fourth of July. We stupidly decided to get a really cheap hotel room ($23) in Vegas and drive there after Rachel's piano recital at 8:30 PM on a Sunday evening. BIG MISTAKE. Let's just say that the Imperial Palace isn't "Imperial" or a "Palace." There was a nightclub right outside our window that played thumping techno music that made the beds vibrate until 4:00 AM. I remember looking at the clock at 3:05 listening to a techno version of "I just died in your arms tonight" and thinking that this is what hell will be like. We got up and showered (and yes, there were foreign hairs in the shower) and drove to SLC. My parents were so gracious to let us land on them at the last minute. We had so much fun at their house visiting with family, playing with cousins, eating way too many hamburgers and lighting fireworks in the driveway. We had so much fun that it almost helps me forget about the Imperial Palace.
10 years ago