Holy, holy, holy shit. I'm actually in shock. Didn't realize until they officially called it, but I really didn't believe he'd win. (Ghosts of the 2004 election coming back to haunt me.) So. Very. Happy.
We sleep in a little, then leave our bags with the bell desk and check out. Hauling ass to Cravings (the buffet at Mirage), we get there two minutes after the lunch prices come into play, but the cashier is a sweetheart and gives us breakfast prices anyways. There’s mediocre sushi, very good Chinese, and decent Italian, plus breakfast items which we avoid like the plague. After this, we head through Harrah’s and catch the monorail heading South. Having rocked the entire North end of the strip the day before, this last day is our chance to show the South end a good time, and not call it in the morning.
Popping into MGM, we have a second crack at Studio City. This time, it’s a preview for an animated show called Creature Comforts. Basic premise: the producers have gone out and interviewed everyday peeps on topics like Keeping Secrets, Health, Sexuality, etc. While the audio remains intact, in place of the actual speakers are claymation sequences featuring animals as the speakers. …
Sarah has taken on the job of homeschooling our kids this year. It's a decision she made for a variety of reasons. Because some of our kids needed more one-on-one support than they were getting at their
school. Because full-day kindergarten is an under-resourced, over-stuffed gong show. Because she was spending so much time volunteering at the school helping other people's kids when she could be more directly helping her own. And, fundamentally, because she felt called to do it.
I was nervous for her. There was absolutely no question she was capable of teaching the kids. She's an omnivorous learner, she's brilliant, and she can explain pretty much anything to anyone.
What I was worried about was the weight of it all. We're playing it
year-to-year, so it doesn't have to be a decade-long commitment, but even
locking in for just one year is a tremendous responsibility. It's a
full-time job and a half. And with the mix of ages between our kids,
40th birthday, I took her to New York City. I arranged a dream of a
vacation, shouldering all of the planning and arrangements. All she had to
do was show up and enjoy it! BWAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding – Sarah did all the
planning because I’m a terrible husband! Okay, I’m a moderately okay husband,
but I’m terrible at planning travel. Had I’d arranged things, it would have
been like, “Honey, we’re going to New York City! It’s going to cost forty grand
and we’ll only be there for three days. Also, we have to drive. But hey, NYC!”
left Ottawa in the late morning, connected through Pearson, and got to
Laguardia in the early afternoon. (This may be news to no one, but
Laguardia is a surprisingly ugly airport. I'm always amazed when major,
modern American cities have run-down airports. See also: LAX.) Our hotel
was The Belvedere, which had a totally excellent location in Hell's
Kitchen a few blocks away from the theatre district. The hotel itself
was a little wor…