Friday morning I shaved my head, and Friday afternoon I left for Las Vegas. I hadn’t ever been there before. I had a pretty damned cool time.
First impressions: it’s a town full of pretty boys and pretty girls. Everything is really big. Everything is also kind of fake, at least on the new portion of the strip, but it doesn’t really matter, because they’re good fakes. This goes for the people and the buildings.
Gambling: bad idea, at least for me. Other people win. I lose. Over and over. Of course, I only gambled, like, 30 bucks, because I’m broke as all hell, but it all just sort of instantly disappeared, a quarter at a time.
On Friday night I just walked up and down the strip looking at stuff. I had a hell of a time. I made a “wrong” turn and ended up having to walk all the way around Ceasar’s Palace and the Bellagio to get back to my hotel. Those places are huge. It took me forever, or, at least, about an hour–and I walk three miles in an hour, generally, although my feet were kind of sore, so maybe I was walking slower. I took a lot of pictures, but not many of them came out. Night photography without a tripod is hard.
Saturday during the day I just walked up and down the strip, taking more pictures. I saw the water show at the Bellagio, which so much more impressive in person than it is on film. I never really got the sense that it was as huge as it is. It’s really huge. And set to music. At the end, the jets go at least 400 feet in the air, and sound like thunder.
Saturday night we went to Body English at the Hard Rock Casino. We’d paid $100 per head a long time ago just to get in the door, and there was a three bottle minimum, liquor-wise. The bottles were $350 each. So, all told, this was pretty much the only thing I did that cost any money, and, luckily, I’d already paid a good portion of that, and the rest was loaned to me until I got paid.
I don’t think I’d pay that much money to go to a club again, although I probably spend $60-$80 on an average night out (s’been so long I can’t really remember. ), and my share of this night was $210, which isn’t too bad. All in all though, I’d say it was worth it. For starters, we got walked past hundreds of people standing in line, down an elevator to our own private table, where a ludicrously good-looking waitress laid out our three bottles (Crown Royal, Grey Goose, and Patron Silver) in boxes full of ice, with decanters of Sprite, Coke, and Cranberry juice, a tray full of rocks glasses, a iced tray full of shot glasses, a bowl of limes, and a bucket of ice to put in the glasses. Then she made the first few rounds for us. It was very nice.
The club itself was pretty damned nice. we were sitting in an elevated area behind the very nice 12′x12′ glassed-in DJ booth, which was itself elevated about 12 feet above the dance floor. The music was by a house DJ and DJ AM, and was a bunch of random hip-hop mixed pretty much 1-for-1 with stuff like Michael Jackson, Guns n’ Roses, Sublime, and various 80’s rock acts. Not all that terribly memorable, but nice to dance to.
A bunch of guys from San Francisco kept going on and on about how good a dancer I was (no, they weren’t gay–otherwise they’d know good dancing when they saw it. ). Women studiously avoided eye contact.
We had eight people and three liters of liquor. This can be a bad combination. Most of us got away with our dignity intact, if a little stumbled, but Dan and Paul disappeared relatively early on in the night after chugging rocks glasses full of Patron, and were later found passed out in the hotel room. Paul doesn’t remember any of it. ^_^
Sunday I went to check out the Venetian, which has an indoor canal with gondola rides. They wanted $15 for a ride, so I passed. Didn’t really seem worth it, although you do get serenaded by the Gondoliers.
So, then we came home, and that’s everything that happened on that trip that I’m admitting to. You can check out the pictures in the gallery.