I survived my first trip to the Vegas! I didn't go broke! I didn't pass out from the heat and I didn't get sunburned! You all know I went to see the Diva (note the capital D there) - don't worry, she's getting her own post. There will be details.
But the rest of the trip was pretty much awesome and here's the way it went down.
Day 1 - Friday
I was terrified that the blazing thunderstorms would keep my flight on the ground. Happily though, we took off on time (!) thus restoring my faith in United Airlines (somewhat) and I was on the ground in Las Vegas at 10:00 am. My jaw hit the ground as soon as I stepped off the plane. Looking out the window, I could see mountains! And a pyramid! I felt very "toto we're not in kansas anymore." The airport itself was gawk-worthy - ginormous posters advertising shows, shows, shows, and the ubiquitous slot machines that seemed to be everywhere. I stayed at the Orleans and upon arrival, promptly got lost in the casino. Could they make it any harder to find hotel check-in? Yes, I realize they do this on purpose, so you are lured into the games in a vague "Room? What room? I can sleep when I'm dead" kind of way but all I wanted to do was get up to my room, dump my stuff and hit the Strip.
And hit the Strip I did! My jaw hit the ground again when I got there - massive hotels, palm trees, margarita stands... I started off at Caesar's Palace, went to Madame Toussaud's (lookie! I met the President!) and got a gondola ride at the Venetian, and saw Sigfried and Roy's gorgeous lions and tigers, hit the buffet and saw my first Cirque du Soleil show, Love, at the Mirage.
But the rest of the trip was pretty much awesome and here's the way it went down.
Day 1 - Friday
I was terrified that the blazing thunderstorms would keep my flight on the ground. Happily though, we took off on time (!) thus restoring my faith in United Airlines (somewhat) and I was on the ground in Las Vegas at 10:00 am. My jaw hit the ground as soon as I stepped off the plane. Looking out the window, I could see mountains! And a pyramid! I felt very "toto we're not in kansas anymore." The airport itself was gawk-worthy - ginormous posters advertising shows, shows, shows, and the ubiquitous slot machines that seemed to be everywhere. I stayed at the Orleans and upon arrival, promptly got lost in the casino. Could they make it any harder to find hotel check-in? Yes, I realize they do this on purpose, so you are lured into the games in a vague "Room? What room? I can sleep when I'm dead" kind of way but all I wanted to do was get up to my room, dump my stuff and hit the Strip.
And hit the Strip I did! My jaw hit the ground again when I got there - massive hotels, palm trees, margarita stands... I started off at Caesar's Palace, went to Madame Toussaud's (lookie! I met the President!) and got a gondola ride at the Venetian, and saw Sigfried and Roy's gorgeous lions and tigers, hit the buffet and saw my first Cirque du Soleil show, Love, at the Mirage.
I loved Love by the way. I was not sure what to expect from Cirque, and I chose this show over the others playing in Vegas because of the music. It was a great show. There was a bit of a technical glitch at the beginning that stopped the show for maybe 10 minutes, but after that it was smooth sailing. It was wonderful fun, combining dance, daredevil acrobatics and aerial stunts with the familiar and beloved music of the Beatles.
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