And a couple in the elevator look at it and ask, "What does that mean?" I, of course, being as articulate as I am, stammered and hemmed because it's one of those things that if you don't GET it, it's kinda hard to explain. Because I couldn't think of the proper description for it, I managed to get out that it was a scientific theory and that the cat was both alive and dead depending on how you look at it. At least the confused fellow said he'd look it up later (and this was an older gentleman, someone you might easily mistake for a professor or something). Then I felt sort of stupid because I couldn't explain it properly and had to look it up myself again to get the verbiage correct.
We spent most of the day walking. Vegas is a town where you walk, and even if you take the monorail to cut down some of the walking, you still end up walking a LOT. My feet are killing me. We did go back to the pool this morning, but after breakfast we headed across to MGM, where we caught the monorail down to Harrah's, then walked across to Mirage, through TI, on to the mall, where we walked through the mall, and then back again. Coming back, the monorail had a breakdown and we waited on the platform in the blistering heat for about a half-hour before they got things running again (the high today was 102). It got us down to the Bally's/Paris stop, where we were going to go to Planet Hollywood to eat.
Now, I hate it when something that people have recommended highly to me turn out to be something that I just don't care for, but while I know the folks of Los Angeles (and Vegas, apparently) love Pink's, it left me completely "meh." I mean, it was a good hot dog, as such things go, but even with a pile of toppings, it was still just a hot dog, an expensive one, and the bacon was cold. The onion rings were okay. Maybe because I ate it after walking from the monorail station, which is probably a good mile through two casinos and a block out in the Vegas sun. And all the seating is outside, too (that was wicked stupid planning -- yeah, have your patio out on the southwest-facing sidewalk in Las Vegas!), with a mister and fans trying desperately to dissipate the heat.
And now Mom wants to get going again. Ye gods.
I meant to post some pics this time, but Photobucket is being very, very S-L-O-W. Maybe later. When I can collapse for the night. I want to take advantage of the supremely awesome bathtub in this room.
OMG my feet hurt.