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| The first few nights Weezy and I shacked up in the
palatial Treasure Island Hotel and Casino, located in the core of The Strip. Large-scale
ship-to-ship battles featuring swaggering pirates, cannon fire, and explosions went down
right out front in Buccaneer Bay every ninety minutes throughout the evening. Good stuff
there, matey. Gambling was secondary to the spectacle of the hotels and casinos. The attention to detail in these newer establishments brought a tear to my good eye: works of art in every direction - statues, murals, paintings, terrariums, stained glass windows, tiled floors, obscene carpeting... This is not to say we didn't partake in our fair share of gambling - we were elbow-to-elbow with the other high-rollers when it came to nickel video poker. Brought down that beefy 400-nickel jackpot on more than one occasion, I might add... Food in Vegas is cheap to boot (1/2 pound hot dogs the size of a baby's leg for a mere buck-fitty at the Stardust) and it seems you can't chuck a stick without hitting a movie theater that has stadium seating and thundering THX sound systems (qualities only a precious few theaters here in Detroit possess). |
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