As the sun sets on Caesar’s Palace, so doth it set on our time in Sin City. Tomorrow we venture to Arizona. Last night I sent my parents to see Jubilee (quintessential showgirl skin and bling show), so I hung out at a bar in Paris for a bit. Ahhhh, me time. Met a guy from Canada who quickly ran away after his card was declined. Oopsie. Too much Vegas, eh? He still managed to suck down his drink while on the phone with his credit card company before bolting. Priorities.
Today we wandered around The Venetian gondolas, The Wynn waterfall, The Mirage volcano and had dinner at Peppermill, an old-school Vegas diner with a niche for pink and blue neon. It came twice recommended and it was pretty darn cool.
Alas, now it’s time to bid it all farewell. For richer, for poorer, we Moseley’ed our way up and down the boulevard of manufactured dreams for three days. But we have run out of credits. And energy, for that matter. So you can bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, we’ll be gone.