Vacation recap

Since I know everyone is just so, SO interested in hearing about my vacation that you've probably stopped eating, I will go ahead and oblige. (But seriously, it does feel a bit like holding people hostage and making them watch your vacation slides. Will try to make mine more interesting.)

Highlights

In-N-Out Burger twice. And yes, I am the typical Utah Mormon Who Loves In-N-Out. Deal with it. GH does not believe that their burgers are any better than any other freshly made burgers out there. I have to remind myself that this comes from the person who has spent years and years killing his taste buds with things like Frosted Flakes, so like he even knows.

Cirque de Soleil's LOVE show. This was so, so cool. I'm not one who usually notices things about sound quality unless it's wretchedly bad, but when the first song started I seriously looked around to see where the Beatles were, it sounded JUST THAT REAL. And then there was the general jaw-dropping spectacle that was the show itself. Good, good times.

All these people were walking around with their video cameras on. Does anyone ever WATCH those videos later?

Jean-Philippe pastries at the Bellagio. Mmmmmmm.

Cravings buffet at the Mirage, with crab legs and shrimp cocktail and shrimp dumplings and prime rib and a gelato bar, oh my.

Found a sacrament meeting to attend Sunday morning (+3 points, attends church on vacation, -2 points for only attending sacrament meeting). Heard a story about a man who was doing yard work and was about to start his truck and haul a heavy trailer away when he was prompted to find his son, whom they called Bubba. He got out of the truck and found him asleep in the shade under the trailer. I leaned over to GH and whispered, "He oughta spank that kid for going to sleep under trailers. And then he ought to smack himself for calling a child Bubba."

The return of my wickedawesome quads from all the walking.


Lowlights:

Treasure Island's rebranding scheme (new name: TI, new motto: "We can be trashy too!") led to the replacement of their old Pirates show with a new outdoor spectacular called The Sirens of TI. In this version, a ship of strippers called Sirens sing a bunch of R&B while luring a shipful of pirates onto their boat. Aaaaaand that's about all there is to it. Plus grinding. There were all these families with little kids watching and getting an eyeful of boobs and heinies. I was sad that I'd wasted 20 minutes of my life watching something so completely stupid and slutty and lame, and GH was mad because the new show wasn't piratey enough. Apparently if the women had been wearing pirate wench costumes and if more piratey things had happened then he would have been on board. (You do really need to click on the link though and watch the trailer. It may even make the show look better than it actually is. Which is saying something.)

The roller-coaster at New York, New York rattled a few of my back teeth loose.

Signed up at MGM to be a in a focus group for a tv show screening in the hopes of getting nice swag in exchange for the priceless jewel that is my opinion. Spent the next 45 minutes watching an episode of Adrenaline Rush Hour (which now makes me think worse of the Discovery Channel, thank you very much). It's one of those shows featuring Idiots Who Get Hurt that usually plays on some station like Fox at 11pm, where you might watch for a couple of minutes because there's absolutely nothing else on, and then you'd flip the channel. Or go surf Internet porn. Or do pretty much anything else. I got to see a guy get mauled by 4 tigers at once though, so that was something!

Went to church Sunday morning looking like a complete scrub with snarly hair and a toothpaste stain down the front of my black shirt. Sigh. Let's hope I never see any of those people ever again, or that if I do I will have better hair. Because that's what's important.

I do believe that this trip has managed to stave off some of the homocidal winter tendencies for a little while, which makes it an unqualified success in my book.