We arrive feeling a bit hesitant, excited, concerned, jubilant all rolled in one.
But as we arrive to our hotel, with slot machines the very first thing you see as you walk in the door, and people boozing and smoking (inside!) at 11:00am, we knew we would feel at home.... :)
Walking down the street, hundreds of people spew out on to the footpath, and some even literally ON to the footpath. We were not in Kansas anymore..... or indeed LA...!
Vegas, at first sight, was cheap, seedy, debaucherous, trashy and sweaty (a little like us perhaps...! You would have thought we would have fit in!) But seedy drunken jock yobbos, still out from the night before, shirtless, with a massive cheesy Vegas plastic yard glass and straw hanging from their burnt lips, sitting right next to that Dunhill Blue. Hmmmm, time for a drink methinks!
After sampling my first Slot Machine (a 'Flying High' themed one at that! (surely you can't be serious...), we trek through the 40 degree heat (and 10 degree heat in the casinos, although a 40 foot statue of a naked man seemed to heat Bondy up somewhat.....)
Lunch was debaucherous, sampling some of the Clam Chowder and deciding to save our next sampling for Boston. A bit of a Nanna Nap, and it was time for *insertdramaticmusichere*
CELINE DION, live at the Colloseum at Caesar's Palace!
And despite the cheesy 50 ft poster (see above), she was pure class. One of the best voices in the business. She did not disappoint.
After a bit more gambling, we decide to head back to the hotel...... for a bit more gambling! After an initial win, we seem to lose momentum, but after finding a Pokie machine based on the movie 'Alien' we didn't care and smiled geekily as it stole more and more money from us. Money well spent methinks...
So, Vegas, you dirty, seedy, slutty Hustler.
But, really, what more were we to expect....????
TW
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