18.03.2009 21 °C
So, Las Vegas is a madhouse. It's a sort of colossal desert monument to excess of any kind, be it gambling, drinking, smoking, sex, food or entertainment.
The casinos are full of people pumping money into the slots or the tables (and in turn having free drinks pumped into them by scantily clad service girls) 24-7. All the bars are open 24-7. On the street young men proffer cards offering "Hot girls in your room in 20 minutes for $40" (which brings to mind the old corporate adage that a project can be delivered a) on time b) on budget or c) to the required spec, but never all three together). It's bonkers.
We tried the buffet at our resort on our second night there, which involved a lot of queuing and average food. On the third night we hit the Strip, went to an excellent sushi/fusion food place and enjoyed a tasting menu which involved such delights as 'Kobe vs Wagyu beef head-to-head' and then went to see a magic show (Lance Burton, one of the creepy old-school top-hat-and-tails & bringing kids on the stage sort of magicians, not the homoerotic tight pants and leather new-school ones). Then we wandered around a bit more looking at the sights and sounds and drinking martinis.
I put $1 in a Star Wars slot machine on my way to get breakfast and took $73 out. That was pretty much the extent of our gambling.
We tried to get married (again) but couldn't find a chapel that would do it for less than $200 (and that wasn't even an Elvis wedding) so it wasn't to be (Sorry Maz...)