Holly sighed into the phone. “I’m on the strip, and I have no idea where you guys are staying.” Holly hung up after leaving her 5th voicemail, and she knew she had to make a decision. Her stomach was growling, and she was so famished that she was considering pulling into a McDonalds drive thru. “I did not come to Vegas to have a Big Mac and fries.” She shook her head and continued driving as slowly as possible. She was starting to get really irritated, and after about ten more minutes of waiting, she decided to just go get herself a hotel room. “Where should I stay?” She mumbled out loud as she stared at all the hotels and casinos. “MGM, Bellagio, The Venetian?” She spoke aloud and then slammed her hand down on the wheel. “Hmm, I guess I could make this a real vacation and go to Venice.” She spoke to herself again and calculated it in her mind. She was close to broke and really couldn’t afford it, but she did have a new job, and hopefully if she got fired, she’d at least get one month’s paycheck.
