When my son invited me to go to Las Vegas, Nevada with them, I was excited.
Going to Las Vegas was always something I dreamed of doing, and on my bucket list.
I couldn’t wait to see the lights at night, or to visit some of the old casinos that were on my ‘need to see’ list. I had slept less than five hours in the last three days, and as soon as we got to the hotel, all I wanted to do was lay down and get some sleep. The next day was a flurry of activity for us. My son wanted to take me to see the desert and experience everything he told me about. After spending four hours out in the heat and having a blast, we were all ready to go back to the hotel, get some dinner, and head to the casino. We spent the first hour just walking through the Paris casino. Not only were there shops wherever you looked, but there were people walking up and down the aisles of slot machines selling cigarettes and what appeared to be a vape pen. I asked my son if I was truly looking at a pen, or if it was something else? He sent his son over to purchase one of the vape pens and gave it to me as a souvenir. I wasn’t hinting that I wanted one, but I realized it was funny. When I said that I wanted to see everything I could see while in Las Vegas, Nevada, this was not what I expected. The hotels and the casinos were luxurious, and they had smartly dressed people walking around selling vape pens to the customers. I guessed it was safe to assume that recreational marijuana was legal in Las Vegas, Nevada.