Continuing this long-ago odyssey:
The food so far has been pretty disappointing… and finding the restaurants is a bit of a challenge. Every place has plenty of attractions and foodstuffs, but in order to get to them, you have to pass through the casinos, which, of course, lures you into playing. These guys really have the system down pat.
It even works outside. I was walking down the sidewalk when all of a sudden, I was hemmed in by a fence that required me to enter the Excalibur casino in order to cross the street via a skywalk, which of course, forced me to enter the New York New York casino… all just to cross the street.
Once I did manage to cross the street, I came across a series of newspaper boxes. Since I hadn’t read the news in a couple weeks, I thought I’d take a look. Turns out, all of the boxes were for stripper info. One boasted of the ability to have a college girl in my hotel room within 20 minutes! And, to be fair, there was a giant billboard for the “Thunder from Down Under,” which featured six or seven hunky men san shirts and chest hair. No word on how long it would take them to get into my hotel room, which is just fine with me.
One of the older casinos in this part of the strip, the Tropicana, is clearly feeling the squeeze from the newer more glamorous places, like New York New York, the Bellagio, and such. The Tropicana is luring people over with free spins on the slot machines, discounted meals, discounted show tickets, etc. Before long, I’m sure, they’ll tear the place down and build some new resort that has some spectacular show featuring man-eating palm trees or such.
Television is everywhere around here. Nearly all of the casinos have Times Square style outdoor TV screens, most of them pushing ads for something coming to that casino the MGM Grand, for example keeps pushing the Shaq Celebrity Roast and the world championship darts tournament. Even the elevated train linking a few casinos has a tv in each car… showing more ads for those casinos, of course. Naturally the restaurants have TVs, but so do even the bathroom stalls of one we went to for lunch. Fantastic!
There really is no end to the extravagance of Las Vegas. It’s total sensory overload in nearly every way. I’ve already gone on and on, so I’ll stop.
Tonight Cyn and I are going to the Mandalay Bay House of Blues to see the Cowboy Junkies… a group that strikes me as very anti-Vegas. It’s also the last night my cousin and his family will be with us in Vegas… bummer. We’ve loved hanging out with JR, Hanna, Maggie, and Ben!