Since Brian had a conference in Las Vegas this past week and we’re heading straight to Bizz Johnson after my conference next week, we decided to sneak in a quick weekend getaway after his conference.
Getting there wasn’t too crazy, until I got in a cab to head to the hotel. Of course the driver asks me if I want to take the freeway or the strip. I KNOW one of them is a rip off…I just couldn’t remember which one. I ask what’s faster….he says the freeway. As I watch the meter tick past $20, I knew I made the wrong choice. But hey, I got to drive past the Delano, which will be my home away from home for my conference next week.
We stayed at Harrah’s…for some reason, something about music, I think, everything in Vegas was super expensive last weekend. Even Luxor, which is usually our go-to for a decent priced hotel with a decent pool was more than I’ve ever seen it. Anyway, we stayed at Harrah’s since we could stay there and see a show for the same price as staying at any of the other hotels. It was…
Well, it was clean, safe, and the door locked. And was pretty centrally located. It also had Toby Keith’s bar, which we love. Other than that, not too much going on. Overall, it felt pretty dated compared to the other hotels and seemed to have a cult following, I’m guessing those who like to gamble there. People don’t go there for the pool….it was small and barely in the sun. But, we were able to rent a cabana of sorts to ensure us some sunshine and a way to hide from it when it got too hot. It was pretty cheap too….I think only $30 if you met a food and beverage minimum, which was also pretty low. The room had been recently re-done, but came with feather pillows and sliding bathroom door. Great, unless you’re us and prefer normal pillows and an actual bathroom door. The shower was also only covered with half of a glass door….just odd. All that was missing was the cut-out between the bathroom and the bedroom and I could’ve been in Beijing again….
Bottom line…if you’re going for the gambling, and you like to gamble at Harrah’s, it’s probably a great option for you. If you’re looking for a pool and to see shows, probably not the best choice.
We saw two shows – Mystere and Brad Garrett’s Comedy Club. Mystere was Saturday night and Brad Garrett’s was Sunday.
First, Mystere, which is one of the Cirque shows…apparently, it’s the first one, if I remember correctly. Last time we were there, we saw Ka, which put just about everything else I’ve seen to shame, so that may have influenced my reaction. There wasn’t much of a story tying the performances together, and I found that I missed that. However, the performances, when they were happening were very good. During those times, there was always so much going on, it kept my attention. But, there were those times that the performances weren’t going on…and the fact that the story tying everything together was pretty loose. There were two sets of…I don’t even know what to call them…interludes? Probably the wrong word. Interruptions? I like that better. But two characters engaging with the audience differently at points throughout the show and it just, to me, fell flat. It interrupted the performances, which almost made them feel like America’s Got Talent instead of Cirque and both of the characters got old….real fast. It was almost like, ok, this was funny once….Overall….go see Ka.
Sunday, we returned to Brad Garrett’s. We went there in May, finding ourselves with a free night and no plans and it was in our hotel and cheap. So we went and enjoyed it. When we were choosing shows for this trip, Brian saw that Brad Garrett was going to be there, so we thought it would be cool to go again. Hilarious. Definitely recommend. Especially if he’ll be there….he started the show and performed between the other comedians and was just….hilarious. Didn’t miss a beat and the audience loved him for it.
I also took the opportunity to sport not one, but two Charlotte Russe dresses. They were actually pretty fun and looked great. I wish I had remembered my curling iron, but that’s another story. I mean, you can’t go wrong in Vegas in a cute red dress and heels you can barely walk in.
Day three was pretty low key. Having learned our lesson with the Harrah’s buffet, we once again ventured over to Denny’s. During breakfast we talked about when we might come back and where we’d want to stay, which turned into us exploring the nearby casinos and pools to decide. Cesar’s, Flamingo, and MGM top the list. With the looming thought of the airport madness ahead of us, we looked up how long it would take to drive and thought that might be an option next time. We ended the day with a drink at Cesar’s…first time we’ve done that…and for some reason, it took way too long to find a bar….maybe because the place was so big. haha…
So, since we pretty much decided that we’d try driving for our next trip, avoiding both the airport and the cabs to get to the airport, the great beyond decided that we needed to have a ride to the airport to remember. Since my adventure from the airport wasn’t enough, apparently….
We get in the cab just fine, guy isn’t very social, but whatever, it’s fine. We’re just lounging in the back, dreading the thought of dealing with TSA and airports and everything else, as we head down an access road between two of the casinos. And I noticed we kind of, sort of, maybe roll through a stop sign. And maybe we’re going kind of fast. And then I hear sirens. No easy feat over the bad 80’s music Mr.Cabbie is blaring.
He pulls over, and I think we were all hoping that the police just needed to get through. No such luck…he’s pulling us over. Of course, turning down the music is out of the question, so we can barely hear Mr. Cabbie fight with the officer about how he didn’t run the stop sign before handing over his credentials. And then we sat…..and sat some more….in awkward silence. Mr. Cabbie never said a word. No, I’m so sorry, I’m sure we’ll be on our way in a minute….nothing. Nor does he turn the music down. I start thinking about calling Uber from the side of the road…is that a thing? Can we do that here? Half an hour later, he has his ticket and his court date, and we’re on our way. Such fun. Only when we get to the airport and we’re unloading does he say anything….’you’re not leaving a tip?!’. Really, dude? Really?
Oh Vegas…until next time….Viva Las Vegas!