That is, it's sort of as planned: the places, the reservations were made in advance. And paid for. And then Alice realized that being on call for Federal jury duty means being on call for TWO, not one, weeks. So we're hoping very much that she will fly out on Tuesday morning, and I'll drive back to Las Vegas, which is where I am tonight, and pick her up.
This is my first time in Vegas, which I always thought of as Sodom and Gomorrah - it's a combination of elaborate kitsch and decadence, of course, and I hadn't known that if you look in one direction, the skyline is dominated by a huge gilt building labelled TRUMP. That is horrific. I expect everyone else to be drowning in baths of rose petals. Also, it's impossible not to find oneself inside a casino (I'm deliberately staying in a hotel without one - the Mandarin Oriental - which is a haven of quiet).
There's also classical decadence a-plenty.
But I confess to being very taken by the opulent ridiculousness of the Bellagio, Chihuly glass blossomed ceiling and all, and the extraordinary conservatory (currently on show: Japanese spring time).
I wish I'd been able to pull over and take a picture of the best-ever Roadside Attraction sign ever (on I-15N), advertising Llamageddon.
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