Lights! Booze! Showgirls! Smoke blown in my face everywhere I go– yep, that’s the Vegas I know; just a meager six-agonizing hour drive from home.
So what did I do for my Christmas holiday? Stuff my face with food, obviously. A great buffet deal at Red Rock casino, a few minutes drive from the Strip. Just as good as any buffet there, but for a fraction of the price! Tried a chimichanga– I didn’t know what a chimichanga was, and didn’t even know they had chimichangas until this lady in front of me went “Ooh! Chimichangas!” Of course, I don’t depend on what a chef in a casino buffet makes as authentic ethnic foods, but I’m guessing it’s like a Mexican eggroll only with fried tortillers instead of wonton wrappers. Also ate like, 3 fresh-from-the-oven pineapple buns from this Chinese place.
Aside from food gorging, there was also a lot of shuffling through crowds at holiday displays and shops. I also noticed a lot more high rise condominiums built/being built, as well as an entire residential center under construction next to the Bellagio, and suburban neighborhoods popping up all around. Wynn’s second hotel building also under construction and an entirely new section of the forum shops as Caesar’s. Vegas is growing– fast.
Worst part of the trip had to be on Christmas eve when someone decided to do some last minute holiday shoplifting in my hotel room. Thief went off with my outdated, soon-to-be obsolete iPod (along with my new headphones!), but left my charger alone, and took some change left on the table. Aside from that, nothing else was stolen. Kicked the sofa too hard, in reaction to this. Resulted in sore big toe the rest of the night. Sympathized with couple I saw the day before with their expensive looking laptop bag and hoped nobody “picked” it up.
Christmas day: Had nothing to do before heading over to Wynn to see La Rêve, so we just went out to eat some more. Went to a sushi buffet and met a lady there who apparently had been going to the restaurant for years. She said the trick is to get there in the “second wave.”
As for La Rêve itself, I would describe it as artsy-fartsy circus/dance acrobatics in and around a pool. Yeah. Gross simplification there but I’m not going into detail about it. The style itself is very surreal, as it supposedly takes place in a dream. No plot or dialogue at all except in some comic sketches, which were very funny. It was more of an exploration of what you can do with a group of acrobats and synchronized swimmers in flowing costumes, suspended on wires in a circular pool featuring a complex hydraulic stage. They must have the best job in the world.
Hope your Christmas feast settled well! I’m in need of a mad detox, myself. The New Year is coming in less than a week so brace yourselves!
Ah, Vegas. My husband delivers steel beams to the construction site next to the Bellagio … City Center, condos for a cool half a mil. You should have been on Fremont Street Friday night, fifty of us Santas rampaging through the casino bars. Yep, mighty fine, weird and fun.
Sorry to hear about your shoplifter, Santa has them down as Naughty, whoever they are.