As heard in my best rendition of George Takei’s voice.
Continuing on with our little
foray into the land of sex and greed...
so…
Reality TV in message-board form?
Did you know that in the 90s,
Vegas tried to make itself over
as a family destination?
I do remember that campaign.
Didn’t go quite as planned.
As I mentioned last chapter,
I didn't take notes... so details are fuzzy.
And that's putting it kindly.
Well, we’re talking Vegas here.
Details are supposed to be rather fuzzy.
We woke up at grble o'clock
What a coincidence…
That’s the same time I have to get up for work during closing weeks.
It was a pretty complicated package.
You could either book a room.
Or you could book a room with
a $100 resort credit for an extra $10 or so.
Interesting calculus on their part…
Are the various things one could obtain with the credit contributing so high a margin that it actually makes them money to give it away at a 10:1 ratio?
Or is it a mind game where they figure that while you might could walk away from the primary offer, you’d be so taken by the 10:1 credit that you’d book a stay that you would otherwise have just skipped all together?
The only problem I have with buffets,
than I should....
That is their greatest consequence.
(more psychology working against us)
Dang those lizard brains…
One of these days I'm going to do
one of two things.
1. Book a dessert party at Disney. Or;
2. Start with dessert and work my way backwards.
Option-2 is cheaper to execute (assuming that you were paying for the buffet in the first place).
We’ve done the Wishes Desert Party at MK in the past (twice actually, for a couple different reasons).
It’s nice enough, but I’m not sure I’d pay the extra Georgies for it again.
You can walk a lot in Vegas.
Something it has in common with Disney.
I actually liked the spin offs better
than the original.
Have watched a little bit of them…
long since thrown them over.
My problem with most “reality” tellie is with the folks writing the scripts for those “realities”.
I’m generally quite interested in what they doing, or making or restoring.
But that means that I want to watch them do, make, and restore – not fuss and argue.
Once they start spending more than about five seconds on the made for tele individual personas, staging false clashes, contrived conflicts, self-imposed desperate deadlines and staged drama…
I’m pretty much done.
I don’t like that kind’a crap in my life; I certainly don’t want to see an overwrought and poorly acted version of it in someone else’s life.
Horny Mike.
He's called that for his penchant
for putting horns on... well... everything.
Everyone’s got a hobby, I suppose.
Here's his bus, that was parked outside.
See?
Yep…
Looks like it belongs in a Monster Truck Rally.
Don't let his looks scare you.
(Or his bus.)
He's actually a pretty nice guy.
He was more than happy to pose
for photos with anyone and everyone.
A people person.
And one that gets the idea of brand marketing
There's another guy who shows up
on occasion.
His name's Roli.
As opposed to that yutz, it would appear.
We spent a little while looking around at the cars on display.
Not long, since this isn't really Ruby's thing.
Understandable…
I very often skip things I’d kind’a like to see so as not to lose the rest of the family.
He has a far larger collection
of much nicer cars
hidden away from prying eyes.
(They've shown it on the show.)
Now that collection I’d probably rather see if it were available.
Now it's her turn.
So we went... to the mall.
You’re a good man.
the Fashion Show Mall
houses about 250 stores.
I think we went in all of them.
A very good man…
Eventually (don't you love all the details???)
Hangin’ on every word.
As we walked through the casino
(something that is virtually impossible
to not do in most Vegas hotels)
A similarity with most cruise ships.
Well, all but four of them actually.
I spotted a Blackjack table with low stakes
and empty chairs.
That’s probably the only game I’d consider playing if I ever actually stopped in a casino.
The dealer was a wizened, little old lady.
She must've been a hundred if she was a day.
She dealt the cards... slowly.
I’ve got this image of a Carol Burnett character in my head, here.
Or maybe Tim Conway in a wig (or a bazar cross between the both of them).
I think I played for about 5-10 minutes...
And played a grand total of two hands.
Good news is you won't go bust
very quickly sitting at her table.
Might lose your mind though…
So I left $5 dollars richer
than when I sat down.
Woot! At this rate,
my winnings will pay for the trip!
At some point in the next millennium.
So.
Imagine this.
A woman walks across what appears
to be a pond.
Shallow, obviously.
She barely gets her feet wet.
Then suddenly a man plunges
one hundred and ten feet from above and dives
into the water where moments before
the woman was walking.
And he never resurfaces.
Quite the visual…
I won't say more about 'O'.
Other than to say it was spectacular.
Go see it for yourself.
I may have to consider that at some point in the future.
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