Day 74 - Las Vegas NV - 8633 Miles

I tried. God knows I tried. I even took a nap between lunch and happy hour, but I was still in bed before dark. I remember on our first trip here 35 years ago I stayed up all night playing blackjack at the $2 tables. Now I play blackjack in the quarter machines for about 15 minutes and I've had enough. I've thought of playing at the tables here but I haven't seen anything less than a $10 minimum. I don't think I could handle that level of stress anymore. Last night I went to bed, watched TV for a while, went to sleep, woke up and went to the bathroom, and looked at the time on the clock. It was still too early for the nightclub here to have opened.

Happy Hour

I've decided Las Vegas functions in two shifts - day and night. Clearly I am on the day shift. We are the ones in shorts and T-shirts, walking around with our coupon books, ordering Happy Meals at McDonalds for the kids with us, wandering the casino searching for a wayward spouse, and carrying our M&M World tote bag, and often repeating the phrase, "If we eat here does it count toward our player club card?" We number in the tens of thousands.

Then there is the night shift. I don't know how many of them there are since I see very few of them. I sometimes catch a brief sighting of a few at shift change. I think they are like the scouts arriving before the main force. They are just starting their day as I end mine. The women (and men) with way too much jewelry. The incredibly high heels. The women from Mexico in their tiger-print miniskirts or leopard print stretch pants. Not a hint of denim in the bunch. And the cleavage, oh, the cleavage.

Terry went to the nightclub entrance after I went to bed and hours before it opened. She asked to see the "menu". It seems whether or not you get a table and the quality of the table depends on the bottle service you buy for a table. You could get a cheap bottle of tequila and a bad table for over $300. A good bottle and presumably a better table went for over $1300. If the night club opened at 10 in the morning and tables were about $3 I might go. The way things work it is highly unlikely I'll ever see the inside since the first night here I walked 3/8 mile through a passageway to the Excalibur food court to use my coupon for a free soft drink with my three-piece chicken dinner at Popeye's. I doubt Vegas cares since it's not likely I fit their target demographic.

We head out of town tomorrow so there won't be any more whining about Las Vegas. Did I mention the water here tastes really bad?