The Southwest - Part 14

August 28th - Viva Las Vegas!

Barley able to move, I dragged myself into the car and we headed for Sin City.  I'll spare you the details of the drive, save that it was very well documented.

We arrived in Las Vegas that night.  Well, whatever passes for "night" in Vegas.

OMG, we made it you guys. We had stumbled out of the desert and into the (un)holy land.

After spending the last week in a bad post-apocalyptic movie  camping in Utah, we decided to splurge.  Cruising down the strip in our lonely Prius (seriously guys, where are the rest of the hybrids?!) we settled on the gaudiest hotel we could find: Luxor.

See that pyramid?  I lived in there.

Walking into the casino, a couple things grab your attention.  For starters, Criss Angel appears to be the main attraction, as there are giant posters of him everywhere.  All of which show him shirtless.  To be honest, I am skeptical of any performer who's main credentials are his abs. 

You can tell his career is booming, as he shares the stage with several other luminaries, most notably Carrot Top.  I'm pretty sure Luxor is where careers go to die.

Also, you can smoke indoors.  In fact, it appears there are very few things you can't do in Vegas.  Want to shoot an AK-47?  Ask the concierge.  Sex a panda?  One phone call.  Yeah, he knows a guy.

There is a strip club INSIDE the casino.

It seems the only rule in Vegas is that food must come in buffet form.