We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We went downtown to the Fremont Street Experience. I won't show you the tacky details. Nor will I show you the insides of most of the hotels. Overdone. The street reproduction efforts at the New York, New York, Paris, Venetian are worth a brief stroll. The crowds were too large in front of the Mirage for its Volcano show and in front of Treasure Island for its Pirate show (worth seeing) for me to get any decent photos.
Caeser's Palace has grown and grown since its opening as the first over the top class hotel on the new Strip, as the classic hotels one-by-one were torn down for bigger ones. Here's two shots of inside Caesers. The Atlantis show sunk.
Outside the Venetian, St. Mark Square's Campanile in the background.
Outside the Paris, the Eiffel Tower in the background, then the Arc de Triomphe outside the Paris.
Gavin's last dip in the Monte Carlo pool before we left, speeding home just in time for the first Seder.
There are places -- off-Strip bistros, lounges, bars -- where you can see future headliners honing their acts. Or where headliners and performers working the main floor shows will sometimes turn up afterhours for an impromptu set. That's old Vegas, and it is like walking into a time machine set to 1960.
That ad slogan, "what happens in Vegas..." dates back to about 2002 and has been the subject of much trademark litigation.