On to part TWO of our Vegas picture parade. Let's start with another pic I just sort of snapped off at the Luxor's entrance while we were waiting for the airport shuttle.
You know why there's a huge light on the top of the Luxor's pyramid, right? It's so the drunks can find their way home at night. At least that's what I've always thought made sense...
Okay, where were we?
Ah yes, the evening at the Bellagio where we mixed the modern art exhibit, loved the Chinese New Year themed Conservatory, and ate caviar in the Petrossian Bar. That night, like every other time we've been in Vegas since the place opened, as we walked by hearing the piano player and seeing all the lovely tables and comfy chairs, I said "I'd love to have a drink in that bar sometime." Gene replied "Tonight's the night." Which we all know is man-speak for "Let's get her done so you can shut the hell up already." :-)
But it turned into a wonderful experience!
This would be us with my cosmo, his sherry, and our caviar. Boy howdy, we look happy to be there, don't we? It's okay. You can laugh. I am. I don't know what our deal was. I remember it took the waitress a long time to get the shot. Maybe we were tired of smiling or something. Don't remember. I swear we were actually having a lovely evening sitting there chatting about nothing important, people watching, and finding out that we really like caviar. The good stuff does live up to the hype. And then the bill came. Just kidding. It wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find a way to make the car payment...
The Petrossian brand can be ordered here: Petrossian. They have several different kinds: sturgeon, salmon, pike, and tons of gift basket combinations. Ours was the sturgeon roe, Tsar Imperial label. Loved the mini blinis and toast points. They were so cute. Sorry no more pics than the one. I was too busy having a great time! It's a simple thing but vacation to me is about seeing new things and trying new foods. I'm sure I'm not alone out there or we wouldn't be blogging. I'm a lucky girl in that Gene is the same way so even though I make jokes I really don't have to drag him along at all. He's the one who ordered the caviar. He's the one who planned the whole vacation from picking out the room to getting show tickets. Everybody say "Ahhhhhhhhhhh".
Hey, the lid from the caviar and our Bette tickets. Yay! Okay, for one, that's the only pic I have from Bette although I do have the souvenir plastic hurricane glass from the show. Duh. Stupid me was so excited to get inside the showroom I passed up the formal pics with the showgirls and then none of the photographers inside the showroom came close to our seats so we have no formal Anniversary pic. Wah.
Second thought about this pic. The lid? I dropped it into my purse so we could remember the name of what we had. I didn't even wipe out the couple of eggs sticking to it. Then I FORGOT I'd dropped it in there. Here's the perfect example of the difference between good fish and bad fish. When I realized it was still there I figured the inside of my purse would stink to high heavens but it didn't. I couldn't even find the silly lid at first, and when I did, even sniffing the lid itself only gave off the faintest of "sea"-ish odor. Now that's good fish and I'm sure what we had wasn't even the most expensive on the menu.
On the opposite end of the culture pole, where are the NASCAR fans? Gene's sister asked us to get a couple of pics of the haulers as they came into town, which is actually easier said than done when it comes to moving trucks. On the other hand, it was pretty awesome to watch. Apparently they staged all the trucks at Mandalay Bay on our end of the strip, then closed down that side of the strip and paraded them down the length. Very cool to watch from the 18th floor!
And that's the end of this post. One more to go for more food pics and the shows!