The plane ride was a joyous one. The best part of it I believe, was the fact there was no slot machines or blackjack tables on which to loose our hard earned money. Thanks to some covert ops secret mission impossible stuff we were able to arrive in Vegas with our blood pumping for a good time. The blood even was pumping waiting for our rental mini-van to arrive to us. We had to restrain a few members of the party from a street brawl. But this picture is from the Southwest Flight 815, row 23 seats A-F. The following is our fissured 15 steps in Vegas. The next 4,815,162,342 were each a story of their own.
With a near encounter behind us. It was time to make Dusty and John walk 2 miles with luggage while me and Joel checked us all into the rooms. We had nice rooms that had a connecting door, and only began to smell on the last day we were there. With luggage unpacked and pockets filled with money burning holes our pockets, it was time to do what any group of people arriving in Vegas do: DANCE. And dance we did. By we I mean I danced and danced and danced. Dancing in Vegas is like dancing in a dream. And I have no idea what I mean, but the following is proof that dancing was going on. By the way I believe someone spilled their drink on my shirt is why is looks so wet.
Needless to say we woke up with sore legs, but a fresh mind. It was time to explore the city. Looks way different with natures lights on. We visited downtown(home of the football shaped drinking receptacles) and many other casinos. Here are a few pictures from this journey. None of us are in the photos because dancing all night makes your appearance the next day below par. Check these out.
Sightseeing is done. It is time to get serious about eating. If you want to feel full and I don't mean, "No, I would not care for any more" full. I mean the kind of full where you can not muster up the energy needed to lift the spoon to your mouth for one last bite of dessert full. This is exactly what I went for. Buffets are a good way to do this. The Bellagio Buffet is an even better way to do this. I had four full plates of food and five different desserts. Yummy. I can now say I have eaten Seabass, Sordfish, Roasted Duck, Prime Rib, Beef Wellington, Crab Legs and Veal, all on the same plate! I had to try and shove the last piece of dessert down with no luck. Here is the order in which it was consumed, now I need a napkin.
MAIN COURSE:
DESSERT:
LAST PIECE:
LAST BITE:
I'm full as a tick on a fat dog in the summer. What is the best thing to do when this full? If there was ever a survey on such a thing I imagine the answer would be to relax in the hotel room maybe take a leisurely shower and take in a nice show while the 45 pounds of food finds its way to your stomach and hips. We however too the approach of: run across the street to our hotel, take five second showers, get yelled at by everyone for making them late, almost forget to put on socks, forget to shave(wait shave and make everyone even madder), get all dressed up, run to the mini-van, run stop signs to get to the casino our show is at, sprint to the shows entrance and slide in as the house lights are being lowered. Yes perfect way to let food settle. But seriously, we watched one of the most amazing shows I have every seen called Mystere'. Excellent show that had people doing acrobatics that should only exist in cartoons. Very fun show, very fun time. No better way to remember it then by a picture out side.
The show is over, the stomach is full the bed is calling. But not very loud however because the slots are calling louder and the blackjack tables are screaming. Could it be a loose night on the slots? Would we win it all back on one monster hand of blackjack? Would we stay up all night trying to get yes's out of these first two questions and end up at the Stratosphere, where there would be proposals, and death defying rides? Yes we would and here's a bit of proof. TO BE CONTINUED!!!
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