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In which I am in Vegas

Hola, amigos y amigas.

My mother, despite many progressive moves towards the left, apparently is one of those people who feel "They" (illegal immigrants) are causing all the Troubles in The World Today. I guess you can't change old Republicans overnight. She's making progress, though.

Finally, we are here in the civilized Bellagio, which has a wireless connection as well as the "pay by the day" ground connection Downtown. The Gold Nugget, the downtown establishment we usually go to, was recently bought out by Yet Another Company (in this case, Landry's Seafood, which apparently owns many things), and so everything had been torn out to be redesigned and refitted. Mom was under the mistaken impression that everything was supposed to be finished by July 2006, but they were (ahem) a little behind schedule. Seeing the big crater where the new pool was supposed to be, I think it's more than a little. No pool (in JULY), no theatre, only one restaurant. Yikes. And without these things, downtown is pretty damned boring once you've seen the Fremont Street Experience. Four or five times. And there are only so many Mardi Gras beads you can collect. But the spa was nice (although, again, the hot tub was out of commission - ye gods). We did get to see a pretty good Elvis impersonator (a million trips to Vegas, my first Elvis show), and a GREAT impressionist, who leaves headliner-at-the-Mirage Danny Gans in the dust, but like the guys I see in Honky Tonks who should be selling out stadiums, he's struggling in a tiny room on Fremont Street instead of gracing a marquee on the Strip.

So now we're on the Strip, where there is MUCH to see and do, including a new Beatles-inspired Cirque de Soliel show I'm trying to get Mom to see (despite last time, when she WANTED to see a Cirque show and even Blue Man Group, now all she wants to see is "Menopause." SIGH). We did go down to the Tropicana tonight and check out the Folles Bergere, which was cool, although we saw the early show so the gals weren't nekkid. (Good thing, too, since some yahoo brought their kids. Who brings their KIDS to see the Folles Bergere? The dancers may have been clothed, but there was a LOT of "sexual content.")

Probably little to no time to really catch up on f-list, but I did manage to read through most of the postings of the past couple of days. I am tired, though. My 71-year-old mother just runs me into the dirt. At least I know I come by my complete lack of patience honestly - I swear, I feel mellow next to her. We stand in a line, I kid you not, less than a minute before she starts griping about how slow the service is. Same for restaurants.

I hit a double-diamond 7 today and won $600. Shame I'm gambling with Mom's money.

Hopefully we can get up to the Fashion Show mall tomorrow. I'm dying to shop in stores I can afford (I love the Forums but gad, the prices!). Haven't really eaten at a good restaurant yet - buffets downtown (oh, well, calories...), for the most part, except the Carson Street Cafe, which is very good, and the New York Deli at the Forums this afternoon for linner. I still feel full and that was a meatball sub seven hours ago.

Still, havin' a good time. I do wish I'd taken some time off after the vacation, though... Monday is going to be a bear since I only really have Sunday to recuperate. *g*


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 3rd, 2006 02:40 pm (UTC)
I love Las Vegas...mostly for eating. Have a great vacation!
Aug. 3rd, 2006 03:14 pm (UTC)
Eating and shopping! *g*
Aug. 3rd, 2006 02:54 pm (UTC)
Aug. 3rd, 2006 03:14 pm (UTC)
Aug. 3rd, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)
Doesn't matter if you're gambling using your mom's money as long as she lets you keep your winnings! I forsee cute boots in your future. ;-)
Aug. 5th, 2006 11:55 pm (UTC)
Well, no... she let me keep SOME, but there were many things to buy and see...

We'll have to check to see how much I have LEFT. :-)
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