A lot was going on this weekend. On Friday, we have spent a nice evening on the Las Vegas Strip which included meeting some friends, having dinner and a few drinks. Ultimately, we ended up staying until the wee hours of Saturday morning. Something we rarely do. One will see the most curious people out and about in the casinos and on the Strip around 3 a.m.
The view of the Las Vegas Strip from the MGM Grand’s Signature Towers around 2 o’clock in the morning. Still lively and sparkly. Las Vegas truly is a city that never sleeps.
Despite our long night out on the Strip we got up fairly early on Saturday morning. But we couldn’t believe what we were seeing when we looked out the window. It was snowing. Were we still dreaming? Nope, there was actual snow falling in Las Vegas. In the desert. In April.
There’s a German saying: “April, April, der weiß nicht was er will” (April does not know what it wants). It basically means that weather wise anything and everything is possible in the month of April. Which is more than true for German weather during April. However, in the Mohave Desert it’s usually already nice and quite warm this time around.
And while the rest of Saturday was turning out to be a rather cold and dreary looking day weather wise, it would eventually turn into a rather inspiring and entertaining day cultural wise. That evening, George and I went to the Las Vegas Academy Theater to see “Dream.” It was a new play with music, loosely based on Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The metaphors of the current happenings in politics and society of today’s America were just gushing throughout the whole play. It was a very clever and well executed piece of theater.
We were planning to check out a new bar but had it call it quits after the theater as we were just simply spent from the night before.
Sunday was spent rather leisurely. I suppose we needed to recuperate from all the excitement. Except for our walk in the park, some household chores and a little cooking it was a beautiful and quiet day.
First snow, then blooming cacti...just another day in Las Vegas. We saw many of these cacti at Pueblo Park in Summerlin.
I wonder what next weekend will have in store for us. Only four and half days to go to find out.