Here are a few Las Vegas tidbits too short for a blog entry individually, but worthy of note. I saw Elvis yesterday. Creepy.
Helaine saw Michael Jackson. Extremely creepy.
“Which nose stage,” I asked?
“The last one,” she replied. “He was carrying a shopping bag.”
Maybe extremely creepy isn’t creepy enough?
There’s a building just off the strip in City Center. It’s never been occupied. Its windows are gone. Workmen are demolishing it where it stands!
It is under deconstruction.
During the original construction major deficiencies were noticed. Architects redesigned the building with fewer floors. Then more problems. It’s too weak to survive an earthquake Vegas is easily capable of.
I said hello to Greg Raymer.
“That’s Jennifer Tilly,” Helaine said as we left a registration area. Sure enough she was on her cellphone sitting on-the-floor behind a large sign at the very corner of a hallway. Unless you came out the door we used she was invisible.
Outside a roped off area with a few tables dozens of gawkers stood and watched Daniel Negreanu, Phil Ivey, Vanessa Selbst, Erick Lindgren and others play in a very high stakes tournament.
There’s live Internet coverage of the action every day and ESPN will broadcast a boatload of highlights.
I currently recognize more poker players than Phillies players!
We’re across from Bellagio. In Fenway terms, we have a partially obstructed view of the fountain show.
Last night about 1:00 AM I was at the room’s desk, typing. I heard some pop, pop, pop and thought it was the fountains.
Then more pops.
I turned to see fireworks going off from the roof of the Cromwell Boutique Hotel. It’s not quite a block away.
No clicky on this trip, so I picked up my point-and-shoot, braced myself and fired off a few shots.
I have no idea why fireworks went off at 1:00 AM on the nose, but they did. Thank you. Two minutes well spent.