So today we leave our wonderful hotel on the main strip of Vegas and head 'downtown' to the old school Vegas. I'll miss the bath that you can swim in and the bed that you can roll over on 5 times (which is a fun activity just in itself!)
Last night Dean got his little guide book out and decided that we 'must see' a little show called 'clouds in the sky' (or some other such deceiving title which leads you to envisage some light and sound effect extravaganza.) But alas, it was not to be. Instead a parade of gyrating women wearing knickerboxes finest, parading around on gigantic boats attached to, what appeared to be a train track on the ceiling. Now don't get me wrong, I love a bit of gyration when the mood takes and I can whip my hair around along with the best of them (especially to a bit of Kylie) I was just hoping for something a bit more sophisticated. But this is a recurring theme in Vegas. Bars and casinos are full of half naked women enticing you to come inside by shaking what their Mamma's gave them and the streets are littered with calling cards for ladies of the night.
So anyway, I stand there looking disinterested, mind wondering towards what I want to eat for dinner. And then…and then I realised that the gyrating ladies are throwing out free stuff! I become terribly excited and revert to jumping around waving my arms about like a lunatic 'pick me! pick me!'… As it happened, they did pick me, twice.
Hope all is well,