First trip report! Mr. & Mrs. K. and Dad and Stepmom ("Red") returned to Vegas for Thanksgiving for the second year in a row. We are in our late 30s, Dad and Red are 72 and 65 and are still intrigued with what the youngsters do, as you will see. As we did last year, we stayed at the Monte Carlo and they stayed at Aria. We arrived separately from different cities on Thanksgiving Day. Thursday, 11/27 First up when we arrived was the ever-important taxi test. We said, "surface streets" and the driver scoffed at us. "Of course," he said disdainfully. Well soorrrrry mister! We've been driven in circles before (and would be again this trip later.). Checking in was a long wait, about 20 minutes. Mr. K. got us some tall cans of Miller Lite to keep us company. No $20 trick, but I requested a high room and got it. But the desk clerk asked if two queen beds were ok and we said no. When we got to our room, it was two queen beds. Ugh, have to meet Dad and Red at the Aria buffet in an hour. Forget it, we'll keep it. We met up at the buffet and even with the Mlife line pass it's almost a two hour wait. We haven't eaten all day so we decided to go to the Aria Cafe instead. It was not too busy in there but it looked like several large groups had just left. The food was ok but our waitress was crabby. Look, I know it's Thanksgiving but if you were even a slight bit nicer you'd get a huge sympathy tip. Both groups were tired so they went to hang out in their room and read and we walked around Aria and Monte Carlo, gambling a little here and there. Lost a bit, won a bit. Went to bed around 1. 11/28 I always wake up several hours before Mr. K. In Vegas this means uninterrupted slot time! I creep out of bed and throw on some sweats, trying not to wake him. I go downstairs and lose $100 quickly. Now I want him to wake up so I stop losing! I play a little VP to slow down the losses. Finally he texts me that he's up and I bring him a Starbucks coffee to distract him from my losses. We make plans to meet up in the early evening with Dad and Red and decide to get our free drinks (that promotion where you take a picture of a sign - it's been on our phones for months) at NYNY. Neither one of us cares for the vibe there but they also have some good food options and I'm hungry. We stop at the first bar we see and ask for our free drinks. "Well and draft only," the bartender snips. We get our draft beers and roll our eyes. NYNY does it again. I'm still hungry (and now buzzed) so we take our beers to Chin Chin and get some sushi. After some decent but not great sushi we waste a few bucks on slots. Mr. K. goes to the restroom and I check my phone. Whoa, multiple calls and even a text from Red. She has a flip phone so a text is not easy for her and she usually doesn't text! All it says is "call me" so we go through a round of each of us dropping the call (damn coverage) before I understand what she's saying. They bought all four of us tickets to see Justin Timberlake! In three hours! Mr. K. returns and I babble some gibberish about Timberlake and we book it back to our room to take a nap and get ready! We meet them at Aria and scarf some pizza at 50/50 on the way. We had some hiccups on the way to MGM. We took a taxi thinking we could get dropped off close to the arena but they had closed the street leading to the entrance. The taxi driver was pissed and the fare was only $5. Dad tipped him well and we walked the rest of the way. Once there, our tickets were somehow not scanning. Thank goodness the Aria concierge had printed them because we quickly gained entry anyway. More later!