Thursday, September 5, 2013

Vegas in 3 Days...

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After my hellacious flight experience, I finally arrived at TI (that's the new, hip name of the former Treasure Island casino) around 1:30am. I was exhausted from all the boarding and deboarding, but seeing the glowing lights of the Vegas strip from the airport van window, I quickly caught my second wind. By 2:00am Trish and I were slurping Vegas-sized bowl's of pho in TI's Vietnamese restaurant, which, oddly, is located in the casino's ultra-American coffee shop.

Sadly, my second wind didn't last very long. So after a quick walk around the casino, we decided to hit the sack so we could get an early start the next day. I'm a Vegas virgin and I was dead set on cramming in all the must-do's on my list before my 72-hours in Sin City elapsed.

Despite our best efforts, Trish and I didn't roll out of the hotel until after noon. First stop, the lovely Venetian, just across the street from TI. I made Trish stand to the left so I could capture the frisky couple in the background who had just completed a robust round of tonsil diving.

 The real Piazza San Marco never looked so good - or clean. I don't think the famous canals ever resembled this shade of green. Ever.

I'm so attractive. And a flesh tone t-shirt on flesh to boot. What fashion sense. Anyway, we started the day off right with a glass of wine and trio of desserts at Zeffirino overlooking the Venetian's indoor canal. Wafting through the air like stale farts were the bleating tones of some of the worst opera-singing gondoliers ever. Loved the authentic Italian servers and accents, though. Pasta was fine, but as New Yorkers, we're spoiled when it comes to good Italian food.  

After lunch we made our way down the strip via the fancy new monorail system and ended up at the MGM Grand. Here I show off my impressive roar after Trish and I are caught outside in a sudden downpour sans umbrellas .

Next stop, the Titanic exhibit at the Luxor. Very impressive with some crazy ass artifacts. And happily, both Trish and I survived (upon entrance, you receive a boarding pass with a guest name which you then check against the manifest at the end of the exhibit). Relieved to find both our names on the survivors' list, Trish celebrates by getting friendly with the dogs outside.

I, of course, head straight to this hunky Egyptian God. Honestly, I did not plan on having it look like as though I was about to give the statue a blow job. It was just a wonderful coincidence.

Trish strikes a pose in front of the mighty Sphinx as we wait for the monorail to arrive. Though it's still early, we head back to the hotel for power nap before tonight's performance of at the MGM Grand.

The dinner of champions, a foot-long hot dog from Little Richie's in our casino lobby. Not much tastier than an NYC dirty water dog, but it was quick, cheap and big enough for two (that's what she said).

After a power nap and an excruciating few moments on the toilet (thank you Little Richie), we got dressed up and headed to the MGM Grand for KÀ. What a truly amazing visual and technical feat - like nothing I've ever scene (and I've seen many of Cirque's tent shows). The stage was the size of a large airplane hanger with hydraulic lifts and multiple stages that seemed to rotate and float in midair as acrobats scurried across like extremely limber cockroaches.

Tomorrow, Grand Canyon or bust...

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