Sunday
Sunday started at midnight, when our alarm in the room decided that we needed to be awake... Never, ever, ever, take a nice hotel for granted!
Sunday started again when we woke up at a decent hour, packed our bags and headed for a walk to the Avis (the site of our episode with the guy wanting food but not money the night before). We hired a car, got some breakfast (Belgian Waffle Slam from Denny's), then drove back to our dive hotel, checked out, and hit the road for Las Vegas!
We hit the freeways of Los Angeles and struggled through the web of entries and exits before making it to the city limits of San Bernadino, where dad quipped that the roads were 'as cracked as Greg Atkins face'... That is a family in-joke... For the rest of you 'as cracked as a dry 5th day wicket at the WACA'
Road to Vegas |
The scenery was actually pretty cool |
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"Dad, can we stop at Flickey's".... 'No' |
Dad: "I reckon we stop at Peggy Sue's, I could go a milkshake"
Me: 'Milkshake?'
Dad: "Yeah, I often get milkshakes on long drives"
Me: 'Bullshiiiiit, I've never seen you buy a milkshake on a long drive'
Dad: "No, no, I used to do it all the time when I drove back from Canberra or Sydney and your mother wasn't around"
Me: 'Really?'
Dad: "Really"
Me: 'Wow, I did not know that'
The milkshake was like a thickshake... And once you'd finished the amount in the glass, there was enough in the tin they made it in that you could essentially go again... Lotta milk! It wasn't all bad though, we got a free stick of gum at the end which lasted us well into Nevada.
On the road again we very shortly made it into the state of Nevada. The line to leave the state and get into California was close to a kilometre long, I'm assuming there is a more militant version of the fruit and vegetable checkpoint we have at the SA-Victoria border... The other noticeable thing when entering the state of Nevada was that literally AS SOON AS we entered the state there was a casino... Like, if you didn't want to drive to Las Vegas you could stop at Whisky Pete's on the California/Nevada border and just gamble there... I mean, I didn't, but you could...
We took a detour on our way to Vegas and drove out to the Hoover Dam... And God Damn it is impressive... Sorry, I just had to crowbar that 'God Damn' line in there for Chris... Is it a God Dam?
View of the Dam (clearly very obscured) and Lake Mead |
Back side of the Dam and the intake towers |
Lake Mead |
Danger, keep off wall |
Bridge between Nevada and Arizona which caused us so much trouble, but gave us such a nice view! |
We then headed back to Nevada, and on to Las Vegas
Back to Nevada |
Excalibur |
Sword in the Stone Bar as you enter the casino |
Casino Floor |
(I later found out that I could have stayed at Excalibur on Hyatt Gold points that I obtained through my work at Ernst & Young... This is disappointing on one level, but given how I used these points I can live with it)
The interior was made up to look kind of medieval, and the 'Do not disturb' signs on the doors even had different sayings on them. See below:
Our door |
My personal favourite |
'Priced in' moment of the day: *Dad walks up with two glasses of wine*
Me: 'Two glasses?'
Dad: "Yeah, they priced me in"
Me: 'How?'
Dad: "Well, it was $5 for one glass... And $6 for two..."
Me: 'Ahhhhh... Yeah, they priced you in'
The worst part of the buffet was that the ice cream machine was broken, but I had plenty of choc lava cake with marshmallows, so I feel like I made the best of a bad situation...
After the buffet we played some slot machines in a few casinos and went for a walk along the strip. They had slot machines for all kinds of TV shows and films such as The Walking Dead, Ghostbusters, Back to the Future and The Hangover.
Case |
Monday
I awoke Monday feeling tired, but I wanted to head downstairs and enter a Poker tournament, so I didn't have time to be tired... I got up, showered, headed down and bought in for the tournament... Around 30 people were involved... I lasted about 40 minutes, and much to my shame, I failed to win a hand, though I was beaten on the river 3 times, twice by the same guy who rivered a King both times (I know, I know... Excuses don't solve the problem... But I'm just reporting the facts)...
Dad made his way down just as I exited the tournament, and I went back upstairs with him, put on our walking shoes and headed out for a walk up and down the Las Vegas Strip.
Greenwich Village in New York, New York |
The end of the roller coaster through the Casino at New York, New York |
Entrance to the Monte Car |
Paris |
The Bellagio, the lake and a view to Caeser's Palace |
Caeser's Palace |
Planet Hollywood |
Cleaners going fishing |
Water show starts |
... And goes... |
... And goes... |
...... Aaaaand goes.... |
We then headed up to The Mirage so that we could buy tickets to the Cirque du Soleil show 'Love' which was about The Beatles and their showcase of music. The line was a solid half hour long, the Box Office had 3 people working, but for some reason two of them walked away just as we got to the line... So we waited, and we waited and eventually got to the front to get the tickets... Though not without a few aggressive moments from Dad towards the attendant, who wasn't necessarily that well mannered either... It was kind of disconcerting, but then again, she was being a bit of a hag...
Love |
Hotel wide advertising |
We then hit the blackjack tables... Dad was looking to me to teach him how to gamble/play the game, and this is what I tried to do... I busted fairly quickly, you can't really do much with 13s, 14s and 15s against the dealer's 10... But Dad made a killing, employing some of my tactics on his way to a 3 figure win...
He was pretty annoyed by the end of it though, a guy at the end of the table was as much a novice as he was, but then another guy sat next to him and played Box 1 (Dad being in Box 2), and the new guy took all of Dad's cards (this guy came in and in his first 10 hands would've hit Blackjack or was dealt a 20 at least 8 times)... He cursed to me a bit but nothing over the top, certainly not in the way I would be cursing.
We walked through the Venetian (mostly so I could show Dad the indoor canals that look all outdoors) and eventually began to make our way back to Excalibur using the Las Vegas Monorail.
Simpsons Joke of the Day: The Monorail Song... Like you had to ask?
(Ignore the captions, I don't know what the hell is going on there...)
Treasure Island |
Outdoors? Indoors? |
Getting back to our hotel we decided to make the most of the resort fee we were paying and made our way to the pool (which due to the season were half open and therefore those open were full of kids and pasty Englishmen). The pool facilities closed at 5, so we made our way through the casino floor in wet boardies and got ourselves ready for the show at the Mirage.
We stopped in New York for a Nathan's hot dog and then making it to The Mirage we were confronted with another ridiculously long line, though this one was for actual admission. You see all kinds of dickheads in lines, especially when they think that they're being disadvantaged in some way... Getting towards the front of the line we were told we could split into 4 lines. Dad tried to go by some old guy who made a point to stick out an elbow (Mark Bickley would've had a tear in his eye at the sight), so we got stuck behind this guy... The guy got to the front of the line and DIDN'T HAVE HIS TICKET READY... Moron... Makes a point of keeping people in the single line and boxing people in so he could be first, and then wasn't ready to actually scan his ticket... Dickhead...
The line for admission... Stretched several hundred metres |
We walked back to the hotel, intermittently gambling along the way and went to bed, but what an amazing two nights in Vegas!
Writer's Note: It's been nearly a week since I last put a post up... So, I'm going to post this now (even though there is more Vegas to come)... The next thing I post will be the rest of Vegas, even though what happens there should stay there...
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