Vegas. Round Two.
I was up around 8:30am local time, and we got dressed and headed out the door after I touched up an email for a re-marketing campaign. I wrestled Asa out of bed from the next room over, and he stumbled with us down to the car. We headed over to the Palms, and walked the Casino until we found out that every restaurant had the same issue – no gas. Hard to cook us breakfast with no gas.
So, we put the top down, and enjoyed some ridiculously hot weather on the way over to the Mandalay Bay, and had breakfast there. The food wasn't bad (not great either), and managed to get it all ordered before I was called by the client (NY office) about a fax server being down. News to me. Apparently, it had locked up, but was still responding to network requests (which is bad). They bounced it for me, and let me finish my lunch.
Asa, Stephanie, and I walked over to the Shark Reef, and ponied up the $16 to see the 20 wild life exhibits. That's almost $1 per exhibit. And though the technology was cool (a self-guided tour with wireless audio wands), the actual exhibit felt like a knock off of a well conceived Sea World. Save your money on this trip, since for 3X the cost, Sea World or Disney Land will give you better scenery.
I dropped everyone back off at the Gold Coast, and sped into work to solve another problem with the fax server.
A few hours later, we were all dressed to the T, and we were off to the Mirage to stop by Samba, the best (only?) Brazilian steak house I've been too. At least, until the wedding party of 25 showed up next to me, and the waiters / hostess / manager forgot us for more than 30 minutes. I'd be forgiving, if we didn't ask more than once for the ticket. No tip.
We walked around the Mirage, Treasure Island, down to Caesar's, and then over to the Bellagio (and I'm too lazy for links). About then, Stephanie informed us that none of the shoes she brought were comfortable in the world of Las Vegas. So, we stopped and took in the water show at the Bellagio. The water show was set to a Celine Dion number, and the guy next to us proclaimed “Yes, it's Celine. Thank God. There IS a God!” He smiled at us ... and we were at a loss on how to respond.
Walking back, we went to the other side of the street, which is a pretty drastic change. We managed to keep from getting too many hooker (dancer?) solicitations, and stopped in the Venetian. Anyone know, are those hooker hander-outers hourly, salary, or commissioned employees?
We ended the night (Stephanie and I) by playing some roulette. She really enjoyed the game, and was having a blast with it. We managed to hit “17” pretty nicely, considering we had a single chip on it, on “black”, and on “odd”. Which was great. We spent the next hour losing a bunch of money that we won. I cashed out with 3 dollars more than I started with – not a bad deal considering the good times (and free booze) we had.
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