Remembering the road, day 22

Day 22

Today it is much cooler and much less humid. In fact, it’s quite comfortable. I got my film photos back today and there are a few I liked. I’m thinking that beofre long, I’ll have to get a good SLR digital camera. But, the one I want is about $4,000 and that’s about 10 times more than I want to spend. Maybe in about 5 years…

After a quite day lounging around, helping with some household stuff, my brother Mark and I staged a tennis rematch. My mom and our wives joined us for some doubles before we went mono-a-mono and I exacted a tiny bit of revenge.

Then we stopped to play wiffleball with the boys. That came to an end once I lined the ball off the pitcher‘s leg… that is to say, my nephew.

That reminds me, Truman was cracking us up in Las Vegas. Whenever he spotted a surveillance camera (and he spotted plenty), he’d hold up his hand and flash the “loser” sign. I’m sure security personnel throughout Vegas were looking for that 10-year-old.

Another amusing story I forgot to mention is the use of the walkie-talkies along the trip. Nobody could understand me, claiming I was mumbling. Cynthia was having trouble too, as she held the walkie-talkie to her ear when talking and mouth when listening. I think we were both just dead from all of the miles.

Ok, one more amusing story from Vegas that I forgot to tell. One day I was walking down the hallway and someone put out their room service cart to be taken away. On the top of the cart were three delicious-looking dinner rolls. Then there were two, and it was delicious. Cynthia just found out about it today and says she’s disappointed, but the kids thought it was cool.

Anyway, we’re definitely winding this trip down. Tomorrow is my mom’s 60th birthday and we’ll go horseback riding, probably will play more tennis, and just relax.

Remembering the road, day 13

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’s 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 sans 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 ┬áthe 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!

Day 13

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 ┬áthe 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!