We went to Las Vegas this summer. Twice.
Check the eye rolls at the door, please. It was fun. It was, dare I say, relaxing. If you consider a constant auditory parade of Rihanna and Katy Perry relaxing. (It's kind of like a wild 36-hour trip to a total immersion Pop Culture Camp before humbly crawling back to the relative comforts of NPR.)
I think I've said this before: My date and I have changed our approach to Vegas over the years. Now we go for the three Ps -- pool time, people watching and perishables (ie, the grub). Our trips did not disappoint.
We went with Dr. and Milady Poophead, the Seattle
|This is Mrs. Poophead chatting up a cab driver. |
The woman can break down even the most crabby cabby.
|Hey kids -- a mini TV on the bathroom faucet|
advertising Cirque du Soleil.
It's the latest rage!
|Everything seems just a little larger than life in Vegas.|
|I rest my case.|