It was a crisp beyond fashionable fall day when the Better Half and I embarked on a weekend trip, to the finest American city established in the 20th Century. From our arrival until we the time we went to get out airport shuttle the trip was outstanding. It was like "Rockin with Dokken".
We packed a lot into our 2 plus days:
Fell in love with the Venetian Hotel. It far surpassed my expectations. I know it is not the real Venice, but this place was impressive.
Walked up and down the Strip. Our travels along the strip took us to Venice, Ancient Rome, Paris, the Mediterranean, old Hollywood, New York, Monte Carlo, and the Far East (The Imperial Palace was looking really sketchy. The casino looks like it may have the build flu (more on that later), I could go on and on.
Did not lose all my money - which is a miracle.
Won all two of my football bets
Saw two baseball greats - Pete Rose signing at the Forum Shop. Would have said hello, but I remember I read the Dowd report and realized he is douche. Rollie Fingers, walked up and said hello to him at the Grande Canal Shops.
Took a ton of pictures of the buildings, many you may find boring, but I have been really in to taking architecture photos of late.
Was cold.
Had some great meals
Drank out of a plastic Eiffel Tower
Lounged in our beautifully appointed room.
Again, had a great time, just so much to do and see.
We saw and did as much as we could, in our time. We were both bummed when it dawned on us that we had to come home. We sat waiting for shuttle and we compared out mental notes and signed.
We will be back sooner than seven year, but now we turn our focus to April. When we take the Traveling Boski Road Show back to Belfast.
Next stop Crossgar Vegas!
I will have some photos later I promise, but I will probably bore you with a little more of the Vegas travels over the next few days. Till then:
2 comments:
Does Rollie Fingers still have that awesome mustache?
Yes, yes he does.
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