I went to Las Vegas last week for a conference. I can honestly say that I don’t need to go back. If the better-half and I ever go to the Grand Canyon, we could spend one night in Vegas and that would only be because of the stellar food. The rest of it is so over the top that it’s hard to describe. Sensory overload is too small of a phrase to describe it.
On Thursday, I took a long walk because I had a gap in my conference schedule. I finally got to see him:
On Tuesday night, I went to a show and the performers were on Cleopatra’s barge. The barge sits in water. Here’s part of the barge as it extends out into the hallway:
Wednesday night, I wandered around outside after I realized I hadn’t been outside since I arrived on Tuesday afternoon.
And, just as there is a little bit of Paris, there’s also a little bit of New York:
The lunar new year is just around the corner and this dragon was 20 kinds of awesome:
There was a SNAFU with my flights home so I flew to Dulles instead. As part of the SNAFU, I ended up with a window seat in the bigger seats up front (not first class, but better than the cattle call area). Lake Mead:
