Left on Monday, flew to Phoenix then Vegas. There was a security problem at the Phoenix airport, and the wing of the plane almost hit a van, but we made it, despite our "Bo and Luke Duke" type pilots. Really it was okay, I'd fly America West again. Nice people. Cabbed it to Treasure Island where the check in area has a view of the pool area. Stayed in room 4089. We walked down the strip looking for food and stopped at Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville. That was Margarita numero uno. There were many more and I lost track. Then we got lost in Caesar's Palace. The entrance to the Casino is always so easy to find, but they really make it difficult to find the exit. They are never labeled. Good thing that nothing went up in flames while we were there. We then went back to the hotel to watch the "Sirens of TI" show. Battle for Buccaneer Bay between the "Pirates" and the "Wenches". Whatever. My feet started to hurt around then and haven't yet recovered, which is not to say it wasn't all worth it. We then went to the Mirage to check out the volcano, which was cool, but not as impressive as the Fountains at Bellagio, which were next. I don't think I can describe them in a way that does it justice. It's like fireworks, only more beautiful, and classier. The first 'performance' we saw was to "Luck be a Lady". Later in the trip I would also see David Foster's Olympic song, Frankie singing "Fly me to the moon", and several other really great classical songs. Can't say enough about these fountains. You're probably thinking, yeah whatever, but if you're ever in Vegas, trust me on this, you will want to see them.
I think that it was this night, as we walked back to the hotel that I saw a guy changing light bulbs for the street lights on the strip. Firstly, one wonders really how much more light the streetlights lend to the strip with all the flash there from the casinos and hotels, and then secondly, you begin to think about what must be a group of civil servants, working at about 11 p.m. local time. Overtime? Shift work? I guess when you're bread and butter is a small strip of land that attracts half the world it's justifiable.
By the way, the place is totally spotless in terms of litter. You don't even see tons of those little flyers for prostitutes that everyone hands out dropped all over the place. And with the volume of those that are around, I can't possibly think that everyone who gets one sticks it in their pocket.
I think that it was this night, as we walked back to the hotel that I saw a guy changing light bulbs for the street lights on the strip. Firstly, one wonders really how much more light the streetlights lend to the strip with all the flash there from the casinos and hotels, and then secondly, you begin to think about what must be a group of civil servants, working at about 11 p.m. local time. Overtime? Shift work? I guess when you're bread and butter is a small strip of land that attracts half the world it's justifiable.
By the way, the place is totally spotless in terms of litter. You don't even see tons of those little flyers for prostitutes that everyone hands out dropped all over the place. And with the volume of those that are around, I can't possibly think that everyone who gets one sticks it in their pocket.
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