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Aug 1, 2008Vacation Log: Las VegasThis year Twisted Wife and I wanted to visit the surface of the sun. I didn't think it would cost that much due to the lack of tourism and the high probability of complete disintegration. But as you probably already know, only the super wealthy are vacationing there. So, we decided to go to the next best place... Las Vegas. Yep, a desert in the middle of summer. I know, it's genius! I got to sweat like a pig and throw money away, which, by the way, are my two favorite pastimes. The Week in Review We ditched the Twisted Kids and dragged along another couple who helped us make this into a fun trip. We probably gambled more than TW and I would have normally. And we definitely walked more and saw more due to one of our friends never having been to Sin City. We also saw Penn & Teller at the Rio. Similar to my last trip to Vegas where we saw Robert Schimmel, I was blown away. Their "non-show" show is not typical in Vegas and it really stands out amongst all the others (all run by Cirque du Soleil apparently). Another highlight was the official Twisted Jim Search for the Best Casino Waitresses in Las Vegas. The winner was in an unlikely casino. This rag-tag group of up-and-comers really showed how much they wanted to serve me free drinks. The winners are the ladies at Mermaids on Fremont Street. True, they weren't the best looking or the best dressed. however, when I stepped into the casino before even sitting at a game, they had already taken my order and were at the bar pouring the stiffest vodka and seven I had all week. Thank you, ladies, and congratulations! I can only sum up this vacation by saying I ate too much, spent too much, drank too much and, essentially, did what people do in Vegas... everything to the excess. SIDENOTE: I did go to a Cirque du Soleil show also. I wouldn't have chosen it for myself, but that's the great thing about going to Vegas in a group. The nutshell review... there was too much going on on-stage for me not to be under the influence of illicit drugs. It left me feeling as if I'd seen the license plate of the psychedelic bus that hit me, but couldn't remember the numbers because of the hypnotic snail at the end.
posted by Jim at 11:13 AM
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