WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS STAYS IN VEGAS
SURPRISINGLY DELICIOUS BREAKFAST
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE
Off the bat, we had our reservations about a stop in Vegas, as it seems more like a bachelor/bachellorette destination than a place for honeymooners. On top of Vegas's notorious reputation, surrounding ourselves with the gila monsters clawing at one last chance of making it big, as depicted by the founder of Gonzo journalism, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, we nearly passed it by. But after realizing we have a friend with a large apartment in town, we figured what the heck, when would we visit Vegas again?
LOVE, the Cirque du Soleil Beatles extravaganza at the Mirage, was the main event for our evening. As the Beatles are both of our favorite band, seeing the performance was too good an opportunity to pass up while in town. The show was created a few years ago with the help of Ringo, Paul, Yoko, and Olivia Harrison as well as George Martin and his son. George Martin produced all the Beatles' music during the 60's and he and his son collaborated to remaster their entire catalogue of songs and create an incredible soundtrack for an extraordinary show. The astounding acrobatics defied gravity and the costumes truly took us on an adventure from being in the audience at the Ed Sullivan Theatre in February 1964 to being on Haight-Ashbury street for the Summer of Love and then into a Yellow Submarine and to Strawberry Fields. There was so much action on the floors and in the air, it was hard to know where to look. We could see the show several more times and find and appreciate new spectacles each time. The 360 degree stage offers a unique vantage point from every seat but by changing sections for another performance, it would almost be like seeing an entirely different show. Permanent smiles were glued to our faces from curtain opening to the final bow.
When the show ended 11:30pm it seemed inappropriate to simply go home and go to bed; afterall, we were in Vegas. We met up with Mike, our friend who lives in town, for a drink at the Flamingo. Following in the footsteps of the good Dr. Hunter S., we dedicated our evening's worth of drinks to Wild Turkey. Sure, we didn't drink it straight out of the bottle, or with heads full of mescalin and acid but we drank in his honor regardless. Drinks in hand, we roamed up and down the Strip, in and out of casinos, gawking and shaking our heads in disgust at the craps crowd, slot suckers, and pathetic poker players. Despite our best efforts to see Vegas through Hunter's eyes, we couldn't bring ourselves to smoke cigarettes as he did. That is one thing we loathe. And the smoking indoors in Vegas is atrocious. After having enough of this circus Mike took us to a local bar that was much calmer and significantly less expensive. At 4am, with a few more Wild Turkey drinks under our belts, we decided to call it a night.
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