I’m not sure it was smart to launch a blog four days before I left on vacation. Trying to write something intelligent and insightful while vacationing in this city is impossible. Seriously. Impossible.
So, I’m not going to try. Here’s a little unorganized and not well written blurb about my day. (It is two in the morning. Don’t set your expectations too high on this one.)
We are here in Vegas because X Brand Hotels offered us 3 nights and some swag if we’d listen to their presentation on their vacation club. Of course we’ll come! No way are we buying a time share, but I’ll take your freebies and spend my anniversary in Vegas. Bring it on!
The time share people did their research. I’m pretty sure they may have interviewed my friends and family to find out exactly what would get me. I know this because they didn’t send out a super attractive, smooth talking man to try to sell me. I already have one of those (My husband! Get your mind out of the gutter!). No. They sent out my grandpa. I’m not kidding you. He looked just like my Grandpa Bob and I wanted to hug him the moment I saw him. I know his spiel was practiced, but he pulled it off like a champ. My husband and I went in there with a pact. No matter what they offer, no matter what they say, we say no! We take our dirt cheap hotel rate, our VIP dinner-and-a-show tickets and run like crazy people. High fives all around and take your seat! I’ll admit it. Grandpa really shook up my strategy. He started talking about respecting our decision, no pressure, telling stories about his family and remembering my kids’ names. I’ve already visited his daughter’s blog. http://www.centsationalgirl.com/ Check it out. She’s my new BFF. We’re having lunch next week.
Dennis (he really isn’t my grandpa) sent us into this theater room to watch a movie about the vacations and hear “real life testimonies from real life ‘owners.'” He told us we should tell him places we wanted to vacation when we were done watching the film because he was sure he’d have something we wouldn’t be able to live without. If he didn’t have anything for us, well, then we’d part as friends. No hard feelings. Dang it!!! We had to come up with places they couldn’t take us to. I suggested to my husband I’d really like to see more of North Korea. Perhaps a nice 8-10 days in Afghanistan. Brandon simply stated he’d like to go underwater. And stay there. Dennis had a resort for that.
We got out with our life savings intact. We are not “owners,” however Dennis is coming to Christmas dinner this year. We bonded.
(I should clarify right now that I think time shares are awesome. My parents and my husband’s parents have them and are gracious enough to let us use them from time to time. I don’t want to irritate the time share people. The guy they sent in to save the deal after we said no could have been a mobster. He had a New York accent and some really suspicious scars. I told him heck no, but I did it really respectfully.)