ah… Vegas. Not only am I going there next month for my engagement celebration (more on that later), but it is also a lovely place to relax between flights… even when you are traveling with someone under 18 who isn’t allowed to push the slot machine (or “fruit machine“) buttons. Why so great?

THE LAS VEGAS AIRPORT OXYGEN BAR!

With two hours to kill and a pocket full of quarters going to waste, we bellied up to the bar and plugged in for 15 minutes of slightly over-scented goodness. And while inhaling pure, cleansing O2 (needed after my family Thanksgiving, which ended with lots of wine and Texas Hold ‘Em <– see theme?), the nice air waitress massaged my aching shoulders with a heated roller + peppermint oils before using the metal spider to massage my head and the knuckles to gently smooth out the knots in my mid-back.

Oliver, though ticklish, also enjoyed the treatment – esp the spider.

Thank you, Vegas airport booth, thank you.