And by “hahaha,” I mean that I don’t want you to think that I’m an overly whiny baby. But, come on! This was supposed to be a fairly fun way to get away that didn’t break the bank for us!

Strike one. Our plane tickets ended up being way more than we planned. By like three hundred bucks. Which is three hundred dollars I could have spent on Jelly Bellies.

Strike two. While in Vegas, we tried this site we heard about called hotwire.com. They “gave us a four star hotel at a two star price.” Well, the two star price was still as much as a five star hotel where we’re from, so that was a shocker, but not as much a shocker as that the hotel ended up being, well… how do I put this? Eh, who am I kidding. The hotel deserves a blog post all of its own.

Oh yeah, and the catch of the hotwire “secret rates?” You don’t get to know which hotel you’re booking until after you’ve booked it, and guess what. No changes. No refunds. You get what you get.

Strike three. The first thing we went to do is pick up our rental car. It was $100 more than we planned. And that was after the old sneering Asian woman at the counter tried to wiggle an extra $80 for “pre-paid gas” onto the bill.

We couldn’t take another strike. Not on the first day.

But that’s exactly what we got when we pulled into the hotel valet area.

“Do you have self-parking?” I immediately asked the overly hoidy toidy valet as I saw the sign that said valet parking was $45 per day.

Let me repeat.

$45 per day.

I’m from Salt Lake City. Anything more than three bucks makes a man wanna smack his mother-in-law when you’re from my neck of the woods.

The valet was so nice. “Yeah, there’s self-parking, just go get checked in and tell them you want it. It’s across the street. “It’s $35 per day.”

I’ll park at your momma’s house. Guaranteed she’s less than $35 per day, I grumbled to myself as I weighed the only options I had of being screwed or being a little less screwed.


(That was another don’t-think-I’m-a-whiner “hahaha”).

Day one. Done. All the big money is out of the way. It’s done. It’s spent. We’ve learned our “big cities are different” lesson. No use ha-ha-ha-ing about it. Now we can just really laugh about it and look forward to tomorrow when we get to start exploring the heck out of this place. And we’re super excited for that!

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!