Las Vegas: Nerdier than expected
I was gratified to hear someone screaming ecstatically through the hotel wall at The Flamingo. Sure, that’s a little creepy but that’s what I expected from Las Vegas … Sex, cocaine, drinking and gambling. If you’re under 50 and you’re not snorting crack off a hooker’s silcone, you’re not doing it right, right?
Turns out we’re not doing it right (or Vegas is a lot smarter than CSI would have you believe). The First Husband and I went to a figurative art exhibition at The Bellagio today (hello rare Picassos, David Hockney, Keith Hare, Lichtenstein, Degas, Renoir and Chuck Close). $15 entry and no queue which was a bizarre change from the National Gallery of Australia.
We also went to a goosebumpishly chilling Titanic exhibition at The Luxor. $32 entry fee, 300 artifacts and a nifty gimmick where they give you a passenger’s details when you walk in and you find out if your passenger lived at the end (I survived, Stevie perished like most of the blokes).
We choppered into the Grand Canyon this morning, fed desert squirrels and learnt about geology (red = iron, green = copper, white = talc).
We also went and saw The Beatles’ Love Cirque du Soleil show last night. I was floored by the creative magnificence of it all and had to go straight home and have a lie down. I felt like someone had tossed a vial of glitter directly into my synapses. Too. Much. Stimulation. Brain freaking out … Yeeee!
The only ‘proper’ Vegas thing I have done is win stacks of colourful little chips at roulette. I just keep winning and winning. It’s like a game of Monopoly and I seem to own Mayfair, Parklane and a lot of hotels. I am the accidental roulette queen of Vegas.
So Vegas is different to the trashy crack den I expected. It’s like a pimped out RSL club crossed with Disneyland, the Queen Victoria Building and a dash of Kings Cross (but just like Tabasco, it’s on the table but you don’t have to add it).
We are headed for Mexico tomorrow so stay tuned for Tales of Extreme Laziness from Playa del Carmen …
Tell me, you beautiful things, have you been to Vegas? If so, what did you think?