The expeditions on the first night were subtle; nothing extreme in any way. I was out and about to just get a feel of the layout of the strip and the surrounding areas. My friends and I ended up eating at a Mongolian Grill for a late dinner. At first, it seemed a little expensive, but after dining, I decided it was well worth the money spent. Concluding the evening around 5 am, we all took towards the hotel to get some rest. However, the resting didn't last too long, as we were all up at 7 am to start the next days activities.
The second day's activities were booked. We started the day watching shows and doing a little window shopping. It was hard to keep my eyes in my head, as there were so many beautiful women walking around, only half dressed. I am surprised I didn't run into anyone else, or something else while I was gawking so obviously. Circus Circus had a great, rope tumbling act, and some not so great clown shows, but hey, they were free, so it didn't matter to me. Going to casino after casino, we decided to stop in the Venetian. The ceiling was painted to look like the daytime sky, with white clouds all around. I remember going in and sitting at one of the slot machines; only for the sole purpose of getting my free drink, and then leaving. I was not used to being able to carry my drinks with me where ever I went. It was great! The day is coming to an end faster than I want, but the fun always starts after dark.
Once the sun sets on the impressive strip, all of the mice come out of their holes. It is a busy place, with so much more to see. You do not even know its actually night time. The lights are so bright, and so numerous, its just like walking around in the middle of the day. Men stand on the walks in plain view of everyone, only they are holding "entertainment" cards. Pimps you could say; only with no girls visible. The cards had phone numbers on them, and also the special they were running to get business. All you have to do is call that number, and the girl(s) come to you. It was such an interesting ploy. I decided to avoid these advertisers of the Ir-repute, as well as, anyone else handing things out, with the exception being "buy one, get one free" drink cards that were handed out in bulk, like we were shopping at Sam's Club. The final destination of the night was right up ahead.
Arriving at Treasure Island, it was time to cash in those "BOGO" cards I collected a little earlier. The pirate show was starting, and I ended up getting a table right at the waters edge. The drink cards started diminishing during the show. It was an exciting extravaganza. There was cannon fire, singing, sinking ships, hot girls shaking their asses all over the place. I felt like a kid in a candy shop. The air was filled with lame cannon smoke, and the air smelled of cheap pyrotechnics and even cheaper women's perfume that the barely dressed patrons were advertising. The show ended spectacularly. However, I was out of refreshment cards, and that made me a little sad. The walk was depressing after that; until I stopped at a little shop to buy a tall boy. Again, I found myself as the cheerful wonder that I was. On the other hand, my hotel room had different plans. The room had decided to spin all by itself. Oh no! My trip was ending the next day, and I didn't have time for the room's shenanigans.
After a very rough previous night, I had to wake up early to catch my flight. It is a weird coincidence that I was chasing the sunset when I got here, and now I am chasing the sunrise to leave. My life changed during that weekend, and I will never look at things the same again. The saying goes "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas", and that is partly because people can't remember their trip due to over exertion in the drinking field of study.
