5 posts tagged “las vegas”

Is it the Arc de Triomphe?  No, it's more Las Vegas kitsch!

Sacré bleu, they've got one, too!

Not as tall as the real Eiffel tower, but you can visit this one without dealing with all those French people.

Nice use of water out here in the desert, huh?

The casino floor in the Paris, Las Vegas,

Views from the top of the Eifake Tower.

Here are more pictures from the strip:

Kitty wants a treat.  Now.

"Give me your tired, your not-yet-poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to gamble,
The wretched refuse of your cabaret show.
Send these, the soon-to-be-homeless, probability deprived to me,
I lift my skirt beside the cashier window!"

Klaatu barada nikto.

You tell the biker he has to move his hawg.

I graduated from Leadership San Juan last night.  It was a great experience.

Here are more pics from Vegas.  (You didn't think I was done, did you?)

Another view from our hotel room.  Mountains are cool.

Thankuh very mush.

The Las Vegas Hilton has a casino that is has a science fiction/Star Trek theme to it.

I'm disappointed.  I had hoped that in the future the human species would have evolved beyond the need to give all our money to someone who promises rewards in return but at a disproportionately lower rate.

This is where the space bartender gives you space alcohol so you get all spaced out and think the odds of the slot machines are in your favor.

Past the casino is a reproduction of the promenade from Deep Space 9.

Monsters/Aliens from the original Star Trek, otherwise known as excuses for Will Shatner to take off his shirt.  I think I dated the one on the right in high school.  Pucker up, baby.

Part of the menu from Quark's Bar and Restaurant.

This is the "mini borg sphere."  Who knew that the Borg like Midori.  They put dry ice in it, so it bubbles and smokes.  The mini borg sphere is definitely big enough for two people, so don't get the regular size (about the size of a basket ball) unless you want to get snockered.

Double double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Then drink the cauldron dry.  Hecat won't mind.

Don't worry, it's perfectly safe.

This guy came and visited us while we were eating.  He congratulated us for assimilating our drink so proficiently.

We had the replicator make this dessert for us.  Actually, our waiter brought it to us.

Oh, she's so pretty.

Strix was disappointed that Scott Bakula didn't come with it.

A bottle of Dom bottled in 2265.  It's enough to make dumb, tooth-deprived rednecks sitting behind you in the theater scream "2265?!" over and over again until your veteran army buddy turns aournd and threatens to remove what teeth they have left if they don't shut the hell up.

This ferengi wanted to exercise the Rules of Acquisition to purchase my wife.

At this point, I couldn't take any pictures for a while because we went on the Star Trek Experience rides, and no pictures were allowed.  If you're a fan at all of the Star Trek franchise, I highly recommend them.

And after the shows, we took a break for me to have a Romulan Ale.  Oddly enough Romulan Ale tastes just like light beer.  I'm not sure why it was banned by the Federation.

I don't know why, but I've just had no desire to blog over the last week or so.  It couldn't have anything to do with being kick-butt busy.  I apologize for my lapse, and I endeavor to make things right.  Besides, I still have Vegas pics to post:

This very large statue is outside the Red Square restaurant, which is inside the Venetian Hotel and Casino.  It is a statue of Lenin, complete with post-Soviet decapitation and bird droppings.  It's very cool, but if I were running a restaurant, I don't think I would put simulated bird droppings right outside my front door.

The bar inside the restaurant we had dinner in that night.  It was wired with fiber-optics and changed colors every couple minutes or so.  It was very cool.  The restaurant was Rumjungle, and they specialized in - you guessed it - rum.  They had a whole page in their menu dedicated to specialty rums.

Another shot of the Luxor, this time at night with the enormous beam of light emitting from the top.

Does anyone know what the average per capital use of electricity is in Las Vegas, and how it compares with the rest of the States?  I imagine it's ridiculously high.

The Excalibur Hotel and Casino.

The MGM from one of the skywalks over the Strip.

The New York, New York.  We rode the roller coaster later in the week, which was a fairly unpleasant experience.  It is not a smooth roller coaster by any stretch of the imagination.  In fact, I think NY NY probably takes kickbacks from local chiropractors.

More tomorrow.

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.