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It was unreal. I didn't really have a clear picture of what I expected it to be like, but Vegas definitely exceeded whatever smoky image was in my head. Mom, Amanda, Mrs. Jacobs and I stayed at the Paris, where the inside feels like outside on a partly cloudy French day and the outside feels like you're at the Eiffel Tower except in the middle of the desert (yes, 100+ degree heat).
Speaking of Eiffel Tower, I ate probably one of the nicest meals of my life in the Eiffel Tower restaurant, which is about a quarter of the way up in the tower. A host in a cocktail dress greeted us at the elevator and after we told her we'd never been there before she said, "Oh. Well, you're in for a treat!" Truer words have never been spoken by a restaurant hostess. We sat in a horseshoe shaped booth with a view of the Bellagio water show out the window. The waiter put my napkin in my lap for me and recommended a glass of the best wine I've ever tasted (note to self: Pino Noir).
We saw Cirque de Solei: LOVE. Wow. Just, wow. It was set to remixed, insane Beatles music and it blew my mind. Humans can do THAT with their bodies?? Preposterous! They were like human jumping beans popping up and down on stage, throwing themselves against walls and climbing, twisting, flying, flipping, skating, gyrating.... just doing the most unimaginable things. So funky and fresh.
Overall Amanda and I got carded about 294,930 times. It's okay though. I'm legal and proud.
Our first day in Vegay we were wandering around the Bellagio feeling thoroughly amazed, yet out of place, and I decided, what the heck, I'm shootin' some craps. I had just learned how on the plane ride there thanks to a handy tutorial Mom printed out before we left. While I was losing $5 chip after $5 chip, behind me Mom, Mrs. Jacobs and Amanda could not contain their giggles and whispers. "WHAT?!" I hissed. "We'll tell you later, just keep playing." I couldn't wait till later. I ditched my game.
There was a $100 chip - yes, a single chip worth one hundred dollars - laying on the floor about two feet away from them. What a terrible, wonderful situation to be in. What do you do? Do you pick it up? Do you ask the person standing next to it (a 7-foot tall black guy with crazy white pants and a golf hat on) if it's theirs? Do you ignore it? Tell a casino worker? Step on it then sneakily pick it up? Drop a $5 chip next to it and "accidentally" grab them both? What a conondrum!
In the end, Mrs. Jacobs was honest. She tapped the basketball-player-like guy on the back and informed him he must have dropped it. "Oh," he said nonchalantly. "You can have it?" he offered, holding the chip out to Mrs. J. Was this some sort of joke? She just stared at him, and he said, "Well if I this wins, it's yours," and proceeds to place it as a bet on the 12. The TWELVE! Practically the worst odds on the whole table. Jeez! Less than two seconds later our $100 chip was gone. Lost. In an instant. He shrugged.
Rich bastard. She should've taken it when he offered.
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