Jun 17, 2006 02:42
We spent three days in Las Vegas at the Excalibur, a medieval-themed hotel/casino. We only spent $35-40 gambling; nothing kills a vacation like money sorrows. The Excalibur has the Tournament of Kings, an awesome dinner show with pyrotechnics, jousting/swordplay, sing-alongs and eating with your hands. Also, the shops have a dragon theme. Y'all know I'm helpless against that. Next time, we'll stay at either the Excalibur or the Luxor, a gigantic pyramid hotel with an Egyptian theme.
In 2004, we caught a break with weather in the low 70's both days. This time, two of the three days were 483 degrees Fahrenheit. We walked past about eight hotels to the Elvis-A-Rama, which is just off the strip at the corner of Liquor Store and Dumpster. It was time to see an Elvis show, damnit. Wayne Newton owns Las Vegas, but it was Presley's first. The Elvis-A-Rama is kind of a small, seedy place, but it has $3.5 million of Elvis' artifacts including his 1955 Rolls Royce limo.
Angela and I were the youngest ones in the audience, and we've come to enjoy that when it happens. The show starts, and the guy is EXCELLENT. Looks like Elvis, dances like Elvis, sings JUST like Elvis. His name is Donnie Edwards. If you get a chance to see him perform, jump on it. Angela wondered aloud, "He's so good...how come he isn't playing one of the big hotels?"
So, the shows and our dinners were great. For the hell of it, we decide to watch some of The Playgirl Channel in our room. (It seemed the least horrendous choice on the menu. We're just not Peter and Lois Griffin. Sorry.) It got to where we were giggling at the vignettes - I mean, "Cactus Cock"? The dialogue was minimal as you might expect, and we shared a curiousity about how some of these ladies were able to...*accomodate* these pre-verbal horsecocks.
M&M World is another Mecca for the likes of Angela and me. I dig PURPLE M&Ms; however, $9 a pound kills the taste, so we stuck to souvenirs. Two more Beanies, Clomps and Stomps, came home with us.
The flight from Vegas to Denver became a straight shot to Colorado Springs due to "microburst" activity at DIA. A microburst can become wind shear, and flip an airplane onto its back. Kaboom. With cooler temperatures and moisture in Colorado, we experienced a WEEEEE BIT OF (JESUS CHRIST I WISH I'D NEVER WATCHED "LOST") TURBULENCE.
I actually read two books during the trip! TWO in the same year! The first was C.S. Lewis' The Problem of Pain, and the next was a book Angela bought, Freakonomics. Verrrryyy interesting analysis of why things in America are the way they are. Wanna know what American schoolteachers and Sumo wrestlers have in common?
Sigh. Back to reality.