Yesterday, we made it to Las Vegas, NV. None of us had ever been, so it was going to be an experience for all. We checked into the Venetian at around 3pm and were VERY impressed with our room. It was definitely the best room on the entire trip.
After checking out our accommodations, we walked up and down the strip for a while. We saw all the big sights. We walked by and saw the MGM Grand, the Bellagio, Caesars Palace (did Caesar live here?), the New York New York, Treasure Island, the Flamingo, the Sahara, Excalibur, etc. We also got to thoroughly check out the canal that was all around the Venetian. Sweet! This place reminded me of a huge boardwalk except with gambling and call girl brochures. Yeah, call girl brochures. That was awkward.
Later on in the evening, after walking up around the strip, we ate dinner at Wolfgang Puck's restaurant Postrio. The food here was excellent. I had a Pork Schnitzel that was pretty awesome. It wasn't the best I have had (Germany was better), but it was pretty good.
After dinner, we walked around the strip more, but this time in the opposite direction. I got some decent nights shots of the Riviera and the Sahara. We then came back to the hotel for some light gambling on the slot machines. I'm not exactly at leisure to go to the black jack table these days, but I was VERY tempted. We had a drink on the casino floor and called it a night.
Ok, so I liked Vegas. I think I would definitely come back here with people closer to my age. It would also help if I had some money to gamble with or splurge and catch a show. A Bronx Tale, was playing at a local theater when we were there. Why do people like this place?! This city has no cultural appeal whatsoever. There are no museums, no food to call it's own, no music scenes, there is NOTHING spectacular about this place. I mean all of it's appeal is mainly the faux Eiffel Towers, the fake Venetian canal and the ridiculous looking downtown "Manhattan" that they have set up. That being said, this IS an adult Disneyland and I wouldn't mind going back, but if I don't end up there again, it's not the end of the world. Las Vegas is a guilty pleasure.
