I’m going back to Vegas. Who’s shocked? I know. No one. And maybe everyone.
I do a spectacular job of hating on my mortgage. I post about it. I tweet about it. I stress myself out about it with side hustling. I think about it constantly when paying for grad classes to boost my income and my husband’s. So why in the world would I go back to Las Vegas again especially when we were just there this summer? The short answer is, Why wouldn’t I?
When it is all said and done, the entire vacation — from tips and drinks to slot machines and wishes in the only Trevi Fountain I’ve seen — will set us back less than a thousand dollars. One mortgage payment. If I play my cards right (ba dum tss!), it’ll clock in at far less than that. With so many options for free Cirque shows and other free entertainment, plus free buffets and other food comps, the only expenses we have to tackle are getting there and sleeping somewhere.
And this time, we’re using our Southwest miles to fly us there and back. And we didn’t even travel hack for these miles. Instead, we’re each using 11,000 points that we had accumulated from prior vacations.
As for when we get there, we’re still deciding on a hotel. Maybe I’ll stop going to Vegas when I’ve stayed at them all. But probably not. There are always deals to be had when it comes to bunking on the Strip. In fact, if I book straight from MLife right now, we’d spend about $300 for three nights, which pretty well matches what we have socked away in credit card rewards.
Now that you’ve indulged my justification, let’s dive into my original response of Why wouldn’t I? We’re both off work during the holidays. We’ve got all of our bills paid. Our Roth IRAs will be funded for the year. We’re doing justfinethanks when it comes to our money. Could we do better? Of course. But should we sacrifice this opportunity to travel to shave off a single mortgage payment? Nope, at least not in my mind.
I may not have it all figured out, but I do know that traveling matters to me. Vegas, in all of its wacky kitsch and over-the-top indulgences, matters to me. Spending time with my husband matters to me. Escaping a Chicago winter ever so briefly matters to me. And as much as I love planning for the future and fantasizing about a nice, cushy retirement, now matters to me.
I could put off this trip. I could put the extra money towards our mortgage or our taxable investment account. I could do other things with that money. But I don’t have to, and I don’t want to.
So, Vegas, baby, see you in January.
So Tell Me…What travel plans do you have coming up?