Everything But the Rat Pack

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. However, when you’re me, it doesn’t really make any difference. Aside from lots of really good food and a tad more drinking than I’m used to (well, it sort of depends on your definition of tad), not a lot happened that would need to stay there. Between Bill, Bec, and I, only Bill came even close to needing to go to confession after being greeted by several women wearing pasties and wanting him to pay for a photo with them. While Bill was having a meet cute with women in pasties, Bec and I were eating delicious pastries. Not the same thing.

Entering the MGM Grand is like entering Disney World. On steroids. And in order to cheerfully hand over your five bucks for a bottle of water or your one hundred bucks for a steak, you have to prepare yourself in advance that you have entered another universe. A universe where you put a twenty dollar bill in a slot machine and walk away three minutes later, empty-handed.  That’s why everyone sitting at a slot machine has a grim look on his or her face. And on the rare occasion that you hear that sound of a ringing bell indicating someone’s slot machine finally paid off, you see the grim looks get even grimmer. No one’s happy that the person next to them won.

Our best dining experience was dinner on our first night at a restaurant in the MGM Grand called Craft Steak. I really do love me a good old fashioned steak house. I’m not sure you could quite call this old fashioned seeings as the décor was contemporary and the French fries were seasoned with smoked paprika and sherry vinegar, but the food was tremendous. We had an ice-cold martini to open up our palate. Even Bill, a pretty committed beer or wine drinker, had a Jack-and-Coke. Wine, steaks, mashed potatoes, grits, and roasted cauliflower equals a satisfied stomach……

We didn’t just wake up one morning and say, “Let’s go to Las Vegas, Baby.” We had reason to go. A pretty darn good reason, in fact……

Bill and I have been following Jabbawockeez since we first saw them on America’s Got Talent in 2007. Though we are clearly not experts on any sort of urban dance, we both were drawn to the movement and the uniqueness of the group. We have a wee bit of familiarity with dance because our niece (Bec’s daughter Kate, who now goes by Jojo Diggs) is a professional dancer specializing in what I call urban dance. She calls it House, but try as I might, I simply can’t quite wrap my head around what that term means. Here’s a You Tube Video featuring Jojo Diggs that might interest you…..

At any rate, she has become part of the Jabbawockeez dance crew, and she performed with the group on Monday night. The show was AWESOME. If you are heading to Las Vegas, I can’t encourage you enough to watch this show at the MGM Grand in the Jabbawockeez Theater.

The show has won several awards for being the best family entertainment in Las Vegas, and that recognition is well-deserved. We couldn’t have had a better time. It was lively, fun, and the dancing was soooo impressive.

Of course, my niece was the best. I say that without reserve despite the fact that as part of the group’s costume (and their trademark), they are entirely covered from head to toe, making it impossible to tell dancers apart – by design.

I could tell which one was her, however. I used to change her diapers.

The Jabbawockeez show was the icing on the Las Vegas Experience Cake.

Thursday Thoughts: Wednesday Edition

There’s No Place Like Home
We got home around 8:30 last night, after driving from Las Vegas back to our AZ home. I would love to say it was good to be back in my own bed, but I must admit that the bed at the MGM Grand was about twice as comfortable as my bed here in AZ. But it’s always good to be home.

Talk About Big
The MGM Grand is the largest hotel in the United States with 5,124 rooms. Our two rooms barely made a dent. We would literally walk miles in a day, and never leave the hotel. It’s weird to think that you can spend several days without even going outdoors. Even the MGM lion was massive…..

The Gambler
I vowed I would set aside X amount of money and gamble. I can’t add, so Blackjack was out. I haven’t the foggiest idea how to play either Craps or Roulette. Poker? Whatevah. So slot machines it was. After losing $40 in less than 10 minutes, I decided my gambling days were over. What’s fun about that? And it is quite apparent that no one is having fun because if you look around at the slot machines, there is not a smile to be seen. The only smiles were on people at the bar. As Bill says, they don’t build these fancy hotels because everyone wins lots of money.

What Happens in Vegas
Oh, but Bill smiled a little bit. One day for lunch, as Bec and I dined in style at Emeril’s Fish House, he walked down to White Castle, which was a lengthy hike. When he returned, I asked him how the walk went. He said it felt good to get outside. He added that he saw some interesting people. Really, I said. Tell me more.  He told me a couple of women asked him if he would like to have his picture taken with him. It was an interesting proposal, as they were quite scantily clad. In fact, both wore bikini bottoms. One had only pasties on top and the other simply had her shirt painted on. It was quite chilly, and undoubtedly so were they. He wisely declined the photo.

Room With a View
While our lovely room didn’t overlook the Strip, we had a pretty view nonetheless. I found the Excaliber to be really interesting. It was especially pretty at night…..

Bye Bye Vegas….

More tomorrow….