I don’t consider myself a Vegas person, but I was there in December, I was there last weekend, and I’m headed there in a week. Notice I didn’t write about that December trip, but mad props go out to Kawayan Folk Arts for giving us all something to leave in Vegas.
For this trip, I jumped at the chance to tag along for Bill’s first trip to the place I have never verbally referred to as “Sin City.” (Do I look like I have a shitty blonde dye job?)
We stayed at The Venetian, just one of many places that make me wish Hogwarts’ enchanted ceiling was real.
King size suite with a telephone next to the toilet? Recipe for success. I’ve only encountered the toilet telephone in two states: Nevada and Texas. What’s the story there? It inspires infomercials of “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up,” and I am otherwise at a loss. Explain.
Cirque du Soleil’s Love: Such a fun show!
I particularly enjoyed the use of space, scrims, roller blades, British telephone booths, and aerial dancing. Only thing I wondered was about the music. I understood why it wasn’t live. Seems like no one would be pleased with impersonations of John, Paul, George, or Ringo. Still, if so many fans and superfans (I am more of the former, though my mother has been recognized as Yoko Ono’s doppelganger on multiple occasions.) have been absorbing Beatles’ discography for decades (Nice try, Apple, but you were way late.), isn’t it a bit unfulfilling to get caught up in the lyrics and melody of the Fab Four’s greatest hits as it quickly interlaces into the next track? It was kind of a tease, but still gorgeous to watch.
It turned out to be a great time to be in town. Playing to Asian tourists’ love for gambling, Lunar New Year decorations were all over the place. (I gave one pair of my rabbit ears to a little girl who made a very audible “Woooow” when I turned the corner. Hope she likes them!)
My beloved Wynn, at night.
Love the power and motion in this sculpture. (MLife cab ad ruined this shot.)