Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Life, stuff, yada yada yada.
So, we went to Sin City over Valentine’s Day weekend:
It was every bit as flashy, garish and gaudy as I had ever been lead to believe, between hollywood portrayals and second-hand tales from friends who visited before me. Lights, sounds, crowds, gambling, booze, shopping…a total American embarrassment of tacky extravagance. It almost seemed more like an amusement park than a town. But we had always wanted to go, we were there and, by damn, we were going to explore. The following pictures and events are totally out-of-order, a collection of moments, rather than a streamlined story.
Here I am, next to my favorite sign of the weekend:
Possibly my favorite part of Vegas (of the parts of Vegas that I saw) was Downtown Container Park on Fremont Street east of the Fremont Street Experience (aka Old Las Vegas). Downtown Container Park is an open-air shopping and entertainment venue featuring 39 unique retail shops, restaurants and bars. The innovative center is built from 43 repurposed shipping containers and 41 locally manufactured Xtreme cubes:
We visited a Native American Goods shop, where I ran into a buddy of mine.
We stayed at the MGM Grand. Here I am giving thumbs up to the Avenue Cafe, a breakfast restaurant in our hotel that served Gluten free Toast…and Mimosas.
Jeffrey and I couldn’t resist visiting the 4 Queens on Fremont and making it an even dozen:
Seeing the bird habitat at the Flamingo was a must for me! I want a fountain like this for my yard:
One of many moments spent in our room, re-energizing and getting a break from the hustle, bustle and cacophony of the crowds:
We mostly walked around and checked out some of the other hotels: New York, New York; Caesar’s Palace; The Venetian; The Palazzo; The Flamingo; The Cosmopolitan (where we had a drink in the Chandelier Lounge); Harrah’s and our own hotel. We wandered in and out of shops, people watch (the eye candy was phenomenal) and rode the monorail back and forth. The only show we saw was Humanity, which we enjoyed.
And, yes, on the last morning, after breakfast, before heading back to our room, I sat down and played the $8.00 of cash in my wallet on a slot machine, and lost $7.55 of it, just so I can say I actually gambled in Las Vegas while I was there.
Overall, I’m glad we went, but it’s not really my cup of tea. I didn’t hate it (well, except for the gross smoke smell that permeated our hotel lobby – gross!) but won’t likely go back unless we have a good reason to.
I didn’t hate that we were enjoying temps in the 70s while our home town was suffered though sub-zero temperatures, though. 🙂