the strip

Another crazy day today, resulting in a quiet night of room service, and chilling back at the hotel (related:  Maile and I are the most boring Las Vegas tourists ever).  But I did run out this evening to get a couple of Las Vegas Strip shots.  A few thoughts:

a)  For some reason, it's always the elderly at slot machines.  This worries me.  Are they on fixed incomes?​

b)  Vegas really does feel like Disneyland For Grown-Ups.  You know, without all the wholesomeness and moral lessons.  (But with the same fantasy characters and thrilling rides.)​

c) When you hear police sirens on the strip, you can't help but look for Catherine Willows.​

Hoping tomorrow we'll go out for dinner. And maybe even stick a few dollars in a slot machine. ​

Song:  A little less conversation by Elvis Presley​