As Vic is a bit of a princess, I thought he’d appreciate staying at the Excalibur.
I was wrong, even with the Thunder from Down Under filling the theater downstairs.
The deal with Vegas is that you can not go into it with any snooty pretensions and expect to enjoy yourself at all. It is difficult enough on its own. Still, we stayed in a castle, had dinner in a pyramid, and crepes in Paris for breakfast. If that wasn’t enough, we fought assimilation with the Borg and had a drink in Deep Space 9, and that my friends, turned my sour-puss classist boyfriend into a withering puddle of delight.
Vegas, good for a day.
Jules would say, “Craptastic!”