For me, Vegas is a vacation from being overinhibited, in the highly overinhabited yet uninhabitable city of complete uninhibition.
— Tammy Bloemzaken
On the way to Las Vegas, we laid over in Memphis, land of BBQ and Elvis:
Oh! On every plane we were on during this trip (4 total), the safety information directed you not to use your portable record player during take off and landing:
So, you know the Grand Canyon? It really is, um, grand. They aren’t kidding. (Forgive the paleness of the photos; they were taken through the plane window. The colors were much more vivid and vibrant in person.)
After we landed, we went to pick up our rental car. Our choices were a silver PT Cruiser, a bright blue PT Cruiser, a white Sebring, or a silver Sebring. David, being boring and lacking my sense of whimsy, wanted to go for the silver Sebring. He drives a silver car at home, though, and since we were on vacation – in Vegas, no less – I insisted we choose the bright blue PT Cruiser! He acquiesed, and I took the first in a series of photos I’ve come to call “David’s Pouty Pictures”:
We went straight from the airport to an Eagles bar to watch the NFC Championship game. I have never seen anything like this place in my life, but I imagine there must be bars like this in other major cities, not to mention Philly itself. Nearly every person in the bar was in Eagles gear, the wall was covered in Philadelphia sports paraphernalia, and the place was packed. We stood for the entire first half, and people were living and dying (mostly dying) with every play – chants randomly broke out, there was booing and cheering and more booing – it was awesome. We left at halftime because I decided I wouldn’t be able to take the collective heartbreak that would ensue if the Eagles continued their mediocre play and failed to come back. That turned out to be a wise choice.
We checked into the Palms and headed up to our room on the 12th floor. I suppose there weren’t very many people staying there that day, because we got an awesome, huge corner room with two windows and a view of the Strip (and the pool)!
We headed to Ceasar’s first to watch the second half of the Ravens-Steelers game and to lose a bunch of money on Keno. David introduced me to Keno in Michigan over Christmas, and we have a rule that we always play the same numbers – our birthdays and ages (so, yeah, I guess they won’t always be the same numbers then). Anyway, we lost more than we won, but here’s the $6 we ended up with:
Yay, my first Las Vegas gambling winnings!
That night, we just walked the Strip a bit, ducked into a couple of casinos to lose more money on video poker, and people watched. And let me tell you, there are people to watch in Las Vegas. Sheesh. I guess anything really does go.
We barely made it to midnight, Las Vegas time, but that meant we’d been up – minus a few fitful naps on the way to Memphis – for nearly 24 hours. Needless to say, we were wiped, so we headed to bed with big plans for the next day.
So that was Sunday. Up next, the Hoover Dam, a brief foray into California, and more Pouty Pictures!