I spent Thanksgiving in Vegas. A surprisingly large number of other people did too. Lucas and I went down there to visit his family, since they all relocated from Florida to Nevada and Arizona earlier this year, but we managed to work in a night each downtown and on the strip as well.
I think the best summary I could give would be my photos from the trip.
Downtown, sort of a cross between an arcade and an open-air bar. Kids, guys wandering around with cheap beer in large football-shaped cups, trapeze artists, and a roof made from a screen that plays music videos with women in skimpy clothing several times an hour.
One thing I didn’t get a picture of (because it was late and I was exhausted and it was the last thing I was thinking of at the time) is the pimp-daddy in a huge silver and white fur coat, matching fedora, and lucite cane wandering around Caesar’s Palace. Lucas saw him a little later and reports there were also diamond-encrusted sunglasses. He had an entourage. Neither of us recognized him, but the whole thing screamed rap star.
I had a very good time, despite not being a heavy drinker or any kind of gambler (I spent a whole $12 on roulette and penny slots). The place is just absurd.