AZ/NV Vacation Part 3 – 100 (or more) Words on Las Vegas

100 Words on Las Vegas

Too much of everything. Too many. Too hot. Too much air conditioning. Too expensive. Too many poor people at the too many types of video poker. Too many fake boobs on the street. Too many casinos. Too many free drinks at the table and platefuls at the buffet. Way too many cigarettes. Too much time awake. Too many twelves against a face card. Too many ATM machines. Too many nights rolling dice shows in the corner of her eyes. Too many kids. Too close to the airport. Almost too much fun for more than two nights, or maybe, just right.

Just ask Moses, it’s nice to come in from out in the desert. After Matt and I hiked our heel-skin off, Vegas was just the prescription. Other than walking from the blackjack table to the bathroom once an hour, we found a way to remain stationary for many hours.

Of course we stayed at the Luxor, in the pyramid. Why on earth wouldn’t you? IT’S A FREAKIN’ PYRAMID. And I slept there. My razor sharpened itself.
The rooms were actually just like normal hotel rooms, but one wall was slanted. During the day, a rope was over the window, suspending the window washer below. Apparently, the clean full time, just starting over when they get to the end. It’s the same with painting the Brooklyn Bridge deck.
This picture is an attempt to show how big the pyramid is, and thus how big Vegas is. It’s huge. The casinos are enourmous, each containing air conditioned villages within them. I’m waving down to Matt from the 12th floor. The tallest building in Altoona has thirteen floors.
To match the size is the spectacle. The fountains at the Belagio erupt in time with cheesy music every fifteen minutes. They are amazing.
I promised a coworker that I wouldn’t just gamble and that I would see the fountains, so this second shot is due diligence.
Even though the new casinos to the south are more impressive, Matt and I prefer old Vegas. We spent the lion’s share of are time in the same two stools at Binion’s Horseshoe, home of the World Poker Championship. I prefer mahgony to movie sets when I’m flipping chips.
Fremont Street outside Binion’s fronts a bunch of old casinos. It’s also covered with a luminescent roof for hourly light shows.
Someone with this look on his face should not be allowed to gamble real money. But he is in Vegas.
When not gambling or seeing shows, the average jet-setter relaxes with a tube of pure, aromatice air at the oxygen bar. Hey, we would have just spend that dough at the craps table anyways. And if you are wondering, no, there is no effect from doing oxygen. Or I should say there is an effect, identical to breathing.
Between the pool and the tables, we found the Grand Canyon Experience, identical to the Grand Canyon, but with a Subway Sandwich shop. Sheesh, if I had only known!

It was a fantastic vacation. Thanks to Matt for once again being an excellent travel partner. Thanks to Ildi for letting me go. I had a pic of her, misty as I was l leaving for the airport, but as a true thank you I am not posting it.

100 Words on Las Vegas

Too much of everything. Too many. Too hot. Too much air conditioning. Too expensive. Too many poor people at the too many types of video poker. Too many fake boobs on the street. Too many casinos. Too many free drinks at the table and platefuls at the buffet. Way too many cigarettes. Too much time awake. Too many twelves against a face card. Too many ATM machines. Too many nights rolling dice shows in the corner of her eyes. Too many kids. Too close to the airport. Almost too much fun for more than two nights, or maybe, just right.

Just ask Moses, it’s nice to come in from out in the desert. After Matt and I hiked our heel-skin off, Vegas was just the prescription. Other than walking from the blackjack table to the bathroom once an hour, we found a way to remain stationary for many hours.

Of course we stayed at the Luxor, in the pyramid. Why on earth wouldn’t you? IT’S A FREAKIN’ PYRAMID. And I slept there. My razor sharpened itself.
The rooms were actually just like normal hotel rooms, but one wall was slanted. During the day, a rope was over the window, suspending the window washer below. Apparently, the clean full time, just starting over when they get to the end. It’s the same with painting the Brooklyn Bridge deck.
This picture is an attempt to show how big the pyramid is, and thus how big Vegas is. It’s huge. The casinos are enourmous, each containing air conditioned villages within them. I’m waving down to Matt from the 12th floor. The tallest building in Altoona has thirteen floors.
To match the size is the spectacle. The fountains at the Belagio erupt in time with cheesy music every fifteen minutes. They are amazing.
I promised a coworker that I wouldn’t just gamble and that I would see the fountains, so this second shot is due diligence.
Even though the new casinos to the south are more impressive, Matt and I prefer old Vegas. We spent the lion’s share of are time in the same two stools at Binion’s Horseshoe, home of the World Poker Championship. I prefer mahgony to movie sets when I’m flipping chips.
Fremont Street outside Binion’s fronts a bunch of old casinos. It’s also covered with a luminescent roof for hourly light shows.
Someone with this look on his face should not be allowed to gamble real money. But he is in Vegas.
When not gambling or seeing shows, the average jet-setter relaxes with a tube of pure, aromatice air at the oxygen bar. Hey, we would have just spend that dough at the craps table anyways. And if you are wondering, no, there is no effect from doing oxygen. Or I should say there is an effect, identical to breathing.
Between the pool and the tables, we found the Grand Canyon Experience, identical to the Grand Canyon, but with a Subway Sandwich shop. Sheesh, if I had only known!

It was a fantastic vacation. Thanks to Matt for once again being an excellent travel partner. Thanks to Ildi for letting me go. I had a pic of her, misty as I was l leaving for the airport, but as a true thank you I am not posting it.