It’s Been a Week and They’re Still Married
As Vegas weddings go, that’s quite an achievement. So, a brief photographic tour of my four days in Las Vegas.
At Studio 54. Champagne was drunk; members of the opposite sex were met. And the pool at the MGM Grand.
New York, New York and the front of the MGM Grande from the pedestrian bridge over Tropicana Blvd. And the lion at the MGM Grand, sitting on top of the tunnel into her habitat.
The elevator lobby.
Running to the limo…
The front of the MGM Grand from the inside of the limo, and Elvis greets the bride.
Our waiter at Commander’s Palace. “Look waiterly!”
The Flamingo.
The canals of Venice. At dusk. Gelato was consumed.
Our own little Trevi Fountain, and Dale Chihuly’s chandelier at the Bellagio.
A view of Paris at night, from across the Bellagio lake.
July 27th, 2006 at 10:25 am
We stayed at the Venetian for a confrence my wife attended, we liked it and thought it was the best of the theme-hotels in Vegas. It’s always dusk on the interior canals. ;-)
July 27th, 2006 at 10:33 am
So which one’s Peter?
July 27th, 2006 at 11:04 am
Yeah I know. Disorienting, isn’t it? Because the clouds are quite mid-dayish yet the light is dusk.
I really liked the Bellagio. Not a theme, but in a good way. Just a really nice hotel. But I’m a sucker for Chihuly and water shows. I didn’t see any of the Venetian besides the canal shopping bits. And the outside. They were playing Bolero over the speakers.
And Peter didn’t go. Unless you mean which sculpture in the Trevi Fountain is a metaphoric personification of him?
July 27th, 2006 at 2:41 pm
Ima stunned. Did you get me anything?
July 27th, 2006 at 3:17 pm
Only memories.
July 27th, 2006 at 7:48 pm
Me think it ‘mazing.
July 28th, 2006 at 3:35 am
Golly!
July 28th, 2006 at 1:23 pm
…gee willickers!
It’s interesting to hear you people react with such a lack of cynicism. It’s what I didn’t like about being there. The place makes me cynical (more than usual) and I find myself thinking poorly of people. The old people wheeled up to the slots and the fat people motoring across the casino floor, the expensive water, the way everything’s done just so but not because they really love it but because it gets the punters in.
Except the Bellagio. The fountains at the Bellagio was the most wonderful thing I’d seen and you could tell just looking at it that someone made it because he loved it.
I wouldn’t recommend going with a large group of people because you end up spending a considerable amount of time developing shin splints from standing on concrete floors waiting for everyone to show up and trying to drag the conversation back from whatever tangent it departed onto when everyone does show up to decide what everyone’s doing, and keeping anyone from disappearing on the way there. But figure out a small, manageable group of people and it’s a lot of fun.
Unfortunately, the biggest tragedy, no one cared about food. I had all the restaurants I wanted to try all down on a little list, and everyone there was happy to “get some Maccas”. Alas.
July 28th, 2006 at 5:29 pm
get some Macccas? What’s that/them?
July 30th, 2006 at 10:13 am
Micky-D’s. I know, I never heard that either.
July 31st, 2006 at 5:06 am
The Daily Tlegraph sent its recovering alcoholic theatre critic to Vegas, and his piece fits very well with your take, ninme. You’re not related, are you? http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/main.jhtml?xml=/travel/2006/07/29/etvegas29.xml&page=1
July 31st, 2006 at 9:41 am
If we are, think he’ll get me a job?
Wonkette, who if you don’t know her told some racy jokes on a blog for a few years, and wore some dresses flattering of her bustline to a couple parties while she was at it, is now the Washington editor for the Washington Post or something. It sent me into a tailspin of depression.
And before I get tucked into this, another thing is that it’s actually not that easy to drink. It’s just like every other mall with restaurants attached to it and the occasional nightclub, but those are tucked away and it isn’t as though it’s free or falling from fountains or whatever. I drank like a fish while I was there but mostly because I was there with a bunch of people, one of whom was getting married.
August 1st, 2006 at 8:04 am
Maccas - kinda sounds like a Katherin Hepburn take on it. Sheesh - but eating that crap gives me a stomache ache, it just doesn’t taste good to me.
August 1st, 2006 at 4:24 pm
Well they were quite impressed with it. Apparently it’s nothing like the Australian Micky-D’s.