Jack Skillingstead and I are in Las Vegas, at the MGM Grand. Even this (fairly) upscale hotel is a cross between luxury and tackiness. Incredible restaurants, fountains, and penny slot machines. Bright colors, constant loud music, cigarette smoke, a very lot of security. Non-gamblers, we tried a dollar in a slot machine, could not figure out what the succession of "Bets" and "Credits" meant, and were sure only that we lost the dollar.
There are other attractions besides gambling, however. Here are the MGM lions in their habitat:
We saw David Copperfield make a Lincoln convertible appear on stage and thirteen people vanish from it. His show was unbelievable. Enormous stage presence, amusing stories, and dramatic magic.
We also saw the Cirque de Soleil in KA, doing things you would not have believed possible to the human body. We rode the monorail, then walked miles. Here are the flamingos at the Flamingo Hotel, looking contented and gawked at:
The Paris Hotel has a half-scale copy of the Eiffel Tower. We rode to the top for an incredible view of Las Vegas. If I had remembered to rotate this picture before I uploaded it to Blogger, you wouldn't be looking at it sideways:
And here is the most important picture of all. Jack and I were married on Thursday. I am very happy.