Today, I walked around for about an hour with my fly undone, but we're not here to talk about that. We're talking about my weekend in shiny shiny Vegas!!
We walked the Strip, saw a naughty Vegas show, lay about a roof top pool, and of course, got our gamble on where we actually made money! Seems we know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, except we weren't playing poker but wonderful wonderful craps. That's the one where you throw the dice down the table. Turns out I'm not a bad little roller.
The girl swears we ended at least one hundred dollars in front. To me, the weekend was a blur of twenty dollar bills and five dollar chips, so I'll trust her mathematics. These are my Benjamin's:
While we're on the subject of silly American money, check out this dollar bill I got somewhere around San Francisco:
It's a keeper.
The dealers at the Stratosphere - our hotel, that looks rather a lot like the Seattle Space Needle - were super friendly, as were most of the men playing at our table. I, may or may not, have had a slightly low cut t-shirt on at the time. It is also quite possible, that one of the dealers got all flustered and confused resulting in us getting more money. Of course, it is also very possible that we didn't quite know all the rules and he was just doing his job.
Unfortunately, with all the excitement I left my camera in the hotel room when we walked the strip. I picked up a disposable camera along the way in hope of grungy yet artist photos. But all I got was dark. Here is the Flamingo to illustrate said photo quality.
On Saturday night, we saw Zumanity! Finally, finally, I got to see the naughty naughty adults-only Cirque Du Soleil. It was quite enjoyable and had much more of a cabaret format than the other Cirque's I've seen (think I'm up to five now) but truth be told, I feel I've become a little jaded. It was all very polished and practised of course, but this somehow made it feel a little tame. For a passionate subject matter the passion had wilted away into routine. It seems Zumanity has represented yet another aspect of sexual relations, albeit unintentionally. As usual though, fabulous costumes and production values. Also the clowns were not the usual, confusingly strange French-Canadian kind and actually were quiet funny...
Too harsh? In case it ever comes up, remind me never to become a critic.
(Actually, the link on the second Zumanity is a "making-of" which is getting interesting. I may have more opinions on the show once I finish watching the 4 parts. Watch this space, as they say.)
On a completely different note, do you like Pirates and Homeless people? Yes? Then you will love this guy. I met him while working downtown. He gave me his card. It was a surprisingly professional looking business card.
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