Loud, brash, and busy. Different to New York in so many ways, and yet there was a vibe so familiar to what we encountered in Times Square.
Although while New York is a fashionable elegant lady, Vegas is the showgirl drag queen.
Nothing quite like going up to the window of a drive through wedding chapel on a Segway.
It was awesome, and a very memorable way to see the Fremont Street precinct.
No show planned for the evening, instead we dined on Mexican food street side while enjoying live music and watching the crowds wander by in amazing costumes.
People everywhere, it was a blur of humanity, as witches mixed with ghouls and skeletons. The atmosphere was one of a giant citywide party and we chose to finish our evening viewing the lights from the High Roller Wheel.
We are not night owls, nor heavy drinkers or gamblers. After a full day of adventure, we quite happily headed back to the hotel to crash.
We actually tend to be morning people, and we woke Sunday, clear headed and ready to explore the strip “the morning after the night before”.
Where the previous night had been a sea of bodies, Sunday morning was all about the clean up. Street decorations were showing signs of having body parts souvenired and workers had the high pressure water sprays working hard, washing down the pavements.
We flew out of Vegas that afternoon. Two days was enough. It turned out to be one of Hubby’s favourite places on the trip, but I had a feeling it would be. He didn’t enjoy the crowds, but loved the quieter moments, the walks and the Segway.
I came away with only one regret, that I didn’t try the cupcake ATM.
I still wonder what that would have been like.
Next stop Dallas Texas…