The stereotypical Vegas
Back home now. Temperature below freezing. Sigh...
My last post focused on the non-casino activities and ignored the better-known parts, so let's fill in that gap, shall we?
stinky_monky alongside the canal inside the Venetian:
A pretty badass statue outside Caesar's Palace:
When you go to Las Vegas, you don't only go to Las Vegas. Over those eight days we got to see New York City:
Medieval Europe:
And, um, ancient Egypt (it turns out that 10,000 BC was wrong about the construction of the pyramids; they were actually built much later. Can you believe it?)
During our last night in Vegas, we went to Fremont Street, which is the older, dirtier, sadder version of the Strip. We bought some souvenirs, watched one of the Fremont Street Experience shows (a bunch of computer-generated airplanes flying around to "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd), lost $20 to a slot machine, and got the hell out. On our way out, I saw this old neon sign:
which amused the hell out of me because I thought it said "Steamed Meat" as we walked up to it. Turns out it says the much more sensible "Steamed Heat," but it's still pretty cool.
On the way home
stinky_monky found an interesting method of more than making up for our gambling losses. Our flight was overbooked so we volunteered to take a later flight in exchange for $400 in travel vouchers. Take that, Las Vegas! We win!
My last post focused on the non-casino activities and ignored the better-known parts, so let's fill in that gap, shall we?
stinky_monky alongside the canal inside the Venetian:
A pretty badass statue outside Caesar's Palace:
When you go to Las Vegas, you don't only go to Las Vegas. Over those eight days we got to see New York City:
Medieval Europe:
And, um, ancient Egypt (it turns out that 10,000 BC was wrong about the construction of the pyramids; they were actually built much later. Can you believe it?)
During our last night in Vegas, we went to Fremont Street, which is the older, dirtier, sadder version of the Strip. We bought some souvenirs, watched one of the Fremont Street Experience shows (a bunch of computer-generated airplanes flying around to "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd), lost $20 to a slot machine, and got the hell out. On our way out, I saw this old neon sign:
which amused the hell out of me because I thought it said "Steamed Meat" as we walked up to it. Turns out it says the much more sensible "Steamed Heat," but it's still pretty cool.
On the way home
stinky_monky found an interesting method of more than making up for our gambling losses. Our flight was overbooked so we volunteered to take a later flight in exchange for $400 in travel vouchers. Take that, Las Vegas! We win!