What Happens in Vegas... Ends Up on the Internet

Vegas Baby!!!


I'm not sure if you knew this but as you drive through the desert there is a random city just sticking out of the sand with skyscrapers and lights and fountains and some of the most ridiculous architecture you would ever want to see! That's right, we went to Las Vegas.


The drive to Vegas was actually one of the shortest ones we had to do clocking in at about 4 hours from Phoenix. Before we actually got to the city we stopped at the Hoover Dam along the way. I had been to Las Vegas before but neither of us had ever ventured over to the dam so we decided to stop and see what it was all about.


Dam it's big!
It was really cool, aside from the giant blow dryer they have hidden somewhere around there (it was really hot and windy). I didn't know lake water could be that blue.


Another fun fact about the dam is that the river is what divides Arizona and Nevada so technically both shores are in different time zones. So as we walked around we gained and lost an hour depending on which side we were closer to... theoretically... Our guess is that one of the states doesn't participate in daylight savings time so when we were there both the times were the same (they have two clocks saying "Nevada Time" and "Arizona Time") but it was still a cool idea.


Can't see the sweat right....?
After we were nice and well done it was off to Vegas!

Unfortunately taking pictures in the casinos is frowned upon so we didn't take our cameras. All the pictures that we got are from Rose and her mad phone skills.

It all started by me getting mad at my GPS. Instead of bringing us down the strip and making a right into the parking garage it got scared of the traffic and brought us in on a side street. Well side streets aren't as important as the strip according to traffic lights so they didn't change very fast. We got caught in probably a mile of stand still traffic and every couple minutes we'd get to move for a few seconds before one of the lights turned red again. Also, we now had to make a left turn into our hotel. And just to top it all off we missed the famous fabulous Las Vegas sign to take pictures! Me and my left leg were not pleased.

But we finally made it to the Bally's parking garage and I chose to self park because we weren't feeling fancy enough for valet. Luckily my car fit in the garage. We did duck a few times though. Then we grabbed all our stuff and went into the elevator. When the doors opened at the bottom we were in Paris (the casino, there aren't teleporters in Vegas as far as we know). We were so confused. I knew we were in the Bally's garage but somehow got into the wrong hotel. So we wandered around a little bit (with all of our bags) a nice guy in the parking garage saw us and knew exactly what was going on. Tourists...

So now we are walking through the middle of Bally's casino, with all of our bags, looking for the check-in counter. After all of the traffic and parking and teleporters we were cursing Vegas just a little bit... Finally we found it, checked in, and got to our room. We joked about giving up and just falling asleep after that ordeal but we knew our faithful blog followers were waiting so we had to go out.


All for you guys!
First things first, we had to get some drinks. We went to the beer garden right outside of Paris. They had a funny way of filling beer. All of their cups had holes in the bottom that were plugged up by rubber tabs so they could fill the cups with this funky machine. They would sit the cups on a tube, the tube, would fill the beer from the bottom, and then when they pulled the cup off of the tube the rubber tab would sink and block the beer from falling out the bottom. It was a cool idea but what it really did was make me walk around the strip holding my beer as far away from me as possible just in case the tab slipped. I'm sure I looked goofy but at least I was dry!

The day time was for wandering. We went into most of the casinos around the strip looking at their crazy statues and unnecessary architecture. 


Surprisingly the hardest part of Vegas was finding drinks we felt like paying for. Every place had some dumb souvenir cup that you had to get making your drink like $20 or something ridiculous. We just wanted some normal plastic cups you could throw away!

Finally, after some hardcore touristing, night fell and The Strip came alive.


We got a big, giant plate of Nachos from Margaritaville and headed back to Bally's to do some gambling.

Since neither of us know what we are doing we decided that slots were for us. We could sit alone and goof around without bothering