Oooh, Las Vegas, ain’t no place for a poor boy like me

If I had to choose, I don’t think my first viewing of the Las Vegas strip would have been jet-lagged and stomach-achey from a turbulent flight.  Still, I can’t imagine it wouldn’t have been overwhelming anyway.  And this from a woman who functions at her best in New York.

The Bellagio water spectacle, so beautifully captured at the end of Ocean’s 11, is even more impressive visually in person, but it’s spoiled by being (at least at times) choreographed to “I’m Proud to Be An American.”  I have been reminded more than once on this trip so far how different New York is from most of the rest of the country, but I’m in the sort of mood where that seems pretty all right.

I may end up posting some notes from the conference here: apologies in advance if your geekiness doesn’t intersect with mine.

Comments

[metaphorical]

There's a geeky to those fountains.

[charlene]

Ugh, I saw the Celine Dion version of the fountains