Personal Experience in Las Vegas, Nevada

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The song phrase “Ho, Ho ,Ho who wouldn’t know” has an entirely different meaning in Las Vegas, but, I must brag that my activities there on our resent 4 day trip would have been quite acceptable to any priest’s alter boy. Of course, the fact that my wife was along may have had a bit to do with that.
What follows are several epiphanies that resulted from our trip.
At 106 degrees it isn’t quite hell but it’s close enough so one can feel the heat blast when the doors are opened to stoke the furnace with sinners. You not only could fry eggs on the side walk within minutes but barbecue the chicken at the same time.
Along with the heat is the dryness. It’s so dry that even a good Hawk of spit would have trouble reaching the ground before it evaporated. No one chews snoose since they can’t conjure up enough spit to soften the chew. Most people lug a water bottle around with them and there are spots set up along the strip where one can enjoy a refreshing dowsing with water spray.
A bank roll doesn’t last long there since everyone has their hand out for a tip. It really cut into the bank roll that I had accumulated for gambling. It’s amazing how fast that $10.00 went.
You learn to tip anyone coming within arms length. On the night that we went to see the Platters, I forgot and slipped a five spot to the first one when they came into the audience to shake hands.
One feels a bit like a money tree with your leaves being plucked.
It’s not easy getting around on the strip if you aren’t an Olympic class walker since any casino that you choose to walk to is at least 3 blisters and a carbuncle or two away. You look at a casino that appears to be next door and find out it is a half mile away. The casinos are HUGE! The MGM Grand, f...

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On our last night there we entered the realm of the Big Leaguers for a short time and treated ourselves to an exorbitant meal at a place called the Stratosphere. Here you are seated in a restaurant 800 plus feet in the air. The restaurant rotates 360 degrees in an hour allowing you to look down upon both the glitter and grime of Las Vegas. You are waited on by ear ringed waiters in weskits who cow cow to your every whim, but expect nothing less than a 40% tip. When we left it was with a smile on our faces, and next month’s house payment on the table.
So all in all how would I rate our trip? It was absolutely fabulous! Would I go again?-unquestionably–but perhaps not with my wife!

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