Blinking t-shirt: $10, getting your picture with Elvis $5, watching someone get arrested: Priceless.
Tons of Family Bonding:)
|The Gore-atorium--where the lobby is enough to make not want to go to the Taqueria next door.|
|Caesar's Palace Casino|
We made it all the way to Circus Circus which I remember visiting several times as a kid. The kids whizzed around on roller coasters in the largest indoor amusement park, the AdventureDome.
There was no end to the disturbing images and at least 3 of them involved Elmo. Elmo with a sign endorsing Obama. Elmo with a cardboard sign scrawled with "Why Lie? Elmo needs a beer" and lastly the image of Elmo reaching out for a handshake with a fuzzy gloved hand encrusted with grime. Cannon wouldn't do it. (we've taught him well) Yes, there were lots of Elmos and other wacky characters to pose with like Hello Kitty, Mr. T, and a frumpy Spider-Man.
It was a long walk back up the strip to get to our car but never has time gone slower than when we were waiting for an elevator while someone was getting arrested 10 feet away and swearing up a storm in the struggle. (Picture me covering up 4 sets of ears and eyes with 2 hands. )
Although the kids thought Vegas exciting, they were glad to get away from the choking smoke and have a peaceful ride home back to family friendly Utah. We listened to Michael Vey in the car, the exciting new book by Richard Paul Evans.
We're going to the mountains of
Here we are doing just that...
"You spat on me first." I'll admit I was less bothered by their misbehaving and more pleased with their correct conjugation of that verb.