Robert's Vegas Adventure Blog: Day #2 Something more exciting

Ok, here we are on day two of my blog exercise. I kept on my graveyard schedule and slept until around 4:30. I ran a few errands, and then didn't really want to come home and write about how I didn't really do anything. Who the hell wants to read that? And this blog is supposed to be about Vegas adventures, isn't it? (Well, adventures, bitches, my opinions...blah, blah, blah.)

Anyway, I decided to drive to Caesar's Palace. And, since I haven't been there in a long, long time, I of course got lost. I could see the casino, but couldn't get to it. I'm on the wrong side of the freeway, now I'm on the wrong side of town, now I'm going back the wrong way...I almost got frustrated enough to just turn around and go home! (If I could find my way there...for crying out loud!)

I finally make it into the parking garage and head inside. I figured I could take some pictures and show off where I was to people who might not have been here before. Caesar's has been here for decades. And by decades, I mead DECADES! It's went through a ton of changes, but they do pretty much still maintain the...feel of the place, I guess you'd say. I stood in the casino wondering if I could somehow take a little bit of video and see if it actually gave you the feel of being there! It doesn't. But take a look anyway:

I took a walk through the casino and found the front desk. Not really thrilling for me, but if you've seen the movie "The Hangover" this is where they checked into the hotel.

Notice the two little children rolling around on the floor! I'm sure mommy and daddy are very proud! Or gambling somewhere not watching their kids...anyway, moving on:

A casino is a casino to me...also since they had security watching the pits, I couldn't get any pictures of the pits. People betting $100,000 a hand don't like having their picture taken sometimes. *chuckle* So I moved on to look around at the shops where I could never afford anything. Not things just a bit out of my price range, but things like this: A Faberge pendant. They guy inside looked like he wanted to charge me $100 just for looking at the damned thing! But I fixed him, I took a picture and am posting it here in my blog! HA!

Oh, I should stop and eat at Spago! Hooray, a world famous restaurant, I wonder if Wolfgang is in? Probably not. And no, I didn't eat there. To be honest, eating out near all the people walking around would make me nervous. I don't want to eat near a bunch of pushing, shoving tourists!

Something a bit more...contemporary would probably suit me better. Oh, here's one! Planet Hollywood! Uh...there is a casino down the street owned by Planet Hollywood, too. Once again, I'm not going to eat here, too many ignorant tourists (and probably ignorant locals, too.)

Maybe a bar would be better. I don't drink, but back out in the casino there is a small place called...

Can you read it? The place is called "numb." I wonder if the drinks are called numb, too?

"Hi, I'd like some numb."

"The drinks MAKE you numb, they aren't called numb."

"Oh, I see. Give me a blue one, it'll look nice when I'm good and numb and throwing it up in the coy pond over near the front desk!"

Back to the shops. Oh look, here's a nice place! I'll just get my credit card out and...oh, on second thought, looking at the brand name, I couldn't afford any of this stuff. And besides, at the moment I don't have a girl to give any of it to. Although I'm pretty sure if I could afford this stuff, a girl would show up ready to have it given to her.

I keep walking and find a shop that freaks me out so much, I won't go near it. No one should be allowed to have this many mannequins! This many is just...spooky! Can you tell how many in this are mannequins and how many are real people? Just...creepy!

Ok, I've had about enough of Caesar's and the crowds. I'm ready to end my little trip to the Strip and head home. I'll pop a couple more pictures up here before I go, though: