We had an interesting final night in Las Vegas. The first half was spent at In N' Out, where we took one of our fellow students (Sam who is from New Zealand) and over hamburgers, answered about an hour's worth of his questions about Mormons (who are not, in fact, the same as the Amish. Sorry to disappoint, Sam.) From there, we traded Sam for Noel who, by 10 pm, had already had plenty to drink...and we all went up the Strip and back in time 30 years to the Riviera hotel, where the cocktail waitresses qualify for senior discounts and most of the late night patrons were there when the Rat Pack was. There we saw "The Fab Four", a Beatles cover band. Though really quite good, the band was playing to an audience of about 30 people, most of whom were over 60. Needless to say, when Paul told everyone to "twist and shout", he put a lot of hips in danger of dislocating. Roo and I cheered loudly to compensate for the small audience, meanwhile, Noel simply stared at the stage while nursing the second drink he'd had within the hour.
It was the quintessential Las Vegas evening. And as we were leaving the "concert", Noel made a comment which I would say sums up our entire week's experience in Las Vegas: he slurred, "That was pretty much badass."
Indeed it was Noel, indeed it was.
2 comments:
LOL what an adventure~! :)~
We are not like the Amish? Few!! Now I can stop hand making our clothes and washing them in the river.
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