After The Lion King (~10 pm), I started the long & dreaded hike back to the Eiffel Tower. I actually stumbled upon (as usual) a free (!) shuttle to The Excalibur, which was very much appreciated, because my poor, defenseless feet were protesting every.single.step. I have to stop wearing flip flops when I am going to be walking long distances.
In order of spectacular-ness & photograph-ability, I am going to go out on a limb and say that New York, New York is the winner of the Las Vegas Strip. I know, I know: Caesar's Palace & the Venetian are much nicer/more impressive, but New York, New York has a certain aesthetic character that the others do not have. Maybe if Caesar’s didn’t look so much like the Venetian & the Bellagio I would feel differently. Also, I haven’t actually seen inside of the NY, NY. Caesar’s is definitely impressive on the inside.
The night view from the Eiffel Tower was amazing.
I did witness a woman having a panic attack on the observation deck. Actually, she was right behind me when it hit. Bless it. I was afraid she was going to hyperventilate, pass out, and/or arrest and began to wonder if anyone else up there was CPR certified and started sweating bullets, afraid that I was going to have to provide medical intervention. But we all made it down to the ground with all bodily systems fully functioning. Thank goodness.
At which time I limped to my room, caught a glimpse of my haggard appearance in the mirror, and washed my panties in the sink before going to bed. Clearly, Las Vegas is just too much for me to handle.
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