...and boy, are my arms tired!
Okay, enough of the bad gags.
I really don't much enjoy Vegas, and the changes that have come in the past few years make it less appealing. On arrival, I felt like emulating one of the city's more famous denizens by going to my room, pulling the drapes closed, stripping and wandering naked around the dark space with Kleenex boxes on my feet, crying "Insulation! Insulation!"
But I didn't.
My first sight was of a stretch limo pulling up to the hotel, out of which stepped a bulky, ponytailed dude in a gray suit and black turtleneck accompanied by four large silicone-filled hemispheres teetering on four high platform shoes. My very last sight was Elvis driving a cab at the airport.
It was a working trip, and short to boot, so I was unable to either do much wandering around or take many photos.
These first two pix were taken from the balcony of my room...
The last was grabbed while I was negotiating traffic on Las Vegas Boulevard...
It's just not the same old place. No Desert Inn, no Dunes, no Stardust, no Tropicana, no El Rancho, no Big Names performing in the showrooms...just the glitzy new shopping mall/gambling joints and Blue Man Group, David Copperfield and tired old retreads like Neil Diamond.
Mr Benjamin Siegel, credited with being the founder of "modern" Las Vegas -- until someone put a couple of rifle slugs through his head in Virginia Hill's living room -- wouldn't recognize the place.
I can do without it. Though I admit I'm tempted to go back just to hit some of the dozens of pawnshops found in the grubby areas around the casinos. Must be some fascinating stuff on the shelves....
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