Bright Lights, Nicotine-Encrusted City

The view from our hotel room.

The gaming floor of the Riviera, where we were staying.  We even tried some slots (as seen on right).  Slot machines take a lot of skill and expertise to know... how to... okay, you just sit there and push a button, and the machine beeps if you win, or stares sullenly at you if you don't.  It's not hard.  However, we did win a little money.  Just about enough to pay for Strix's new haircut.

View of the Strip outside the Riviera, looking toward the Stratosphere.

In Vegas, even the family chain restaurants spend $10,000/month in electricity.

The Frontier Hotel and Casino.  Rooms starting at $44.95/night!  I don't want to see those rooms.  I don't want to think about those rooms.  They also boast mud wrestling and bikini bull rides.  Nothing says class like bikini bull rides.  While on one of the several bus rides we took back and forth on the Strip, Strix and I overhead a conversation between a few girls talking about how they liked to go do the mud wrestling every once in a while to make a few extra bucks.  I'm thinking you could always sell plasma.

Pics on and from a walkway across the strip.

At The Mirage, I think.  If that's not the right hotel, don't get mad.  I didn't do it on porpoise.

The "volcano" outside the Mirage that goes off every hour.

Don't worry.  It wasn't all fun and games.  I actually learned a lot.  Like, if asked nicely, Strix will actually take a picture of me with my arms around a Marilyn Monroe impersonator and a showgirl.

More Vegas, Baby.

That's all for now.  Elvis has left the building.