TLDR
IRL: Taking the kids… to hell in a handbasket.
IRL:
Meow Wolf with kids is probably okay, but Meow Wolf in Vegas with kids isn’t the best idea. Here, I’ll set the stage: You’re in a tight room filled with two kinds of people: the “I’ve completed every escape room in America” type and the “I’ve just dropped Molly and two tabs of acid” type. And there appears to be a near-endless supply of these people because the room is filling, and nobody is leaving. The drain must be busted. Music from next door’s gothic-industrial night is seeping in and mixing with the melodic lo-fi beats in the tight, tiny room. You’re going to die here, and because of numerous reasons, that feels right.
Whatever, nothing good happens today.
gn,
nicabar