Today’s journey took me from Rome (The Forum Shops) to Paris. It only took me fifteen minutes to walk between the two cities. Where else in the world besides Vegas would this be possible? Here are some photos taken out and about.

Our hotel’s namesake, The Flamingo, is everywhere you look.

Some are in the gift shop:

Some are real:

Others are just pretenders:

Others are harder to spot. Do you see him?

I’m sure I can find more ...

... in Margaritaville, where else? Last night we ate in one of our hotel’s restaurants; Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville.  And, of course we ordered the Cheeseburger in Paradise. You just have to, ya know? We noticed at a table next to ours they had a interesting contraption in the middle of their table that was a glass tube at least two feet tall filled with margaritas and a tap at the bottom. Wow, now that’s the way to go for a large group!

Our table was at the front entrance to the restaurant and this was our view:

A lovely, voluptuous figurehead on the ship that is permanently “docked” as part of the restaurant. It turned out to be a very entertaining place to sit. Watching people’s reaction to her prominent features was hilarious. Some men went by and had to put their hands on her breasts. One man went by and did a double take and I just started laughing at the look on his face. He saw me laughing, and grinning sheepishly he said “you caught me looking!” Some people, if they were tall enough came close enough to lose an eye as they rounded the corner without noticing at all. Some people were embarrassed (mostly women). One woman flung open her blouse (she had a t-shirt on underneath) and dared her husband to compare her endowment to the figurehead’s. My favorite of the night was a man who looked like he’d had more tequila than me that gazed at her longingly for few minutes before he whipped out his cell phone, put his head next to her breast, and took a photo of himself.

People seem to have left their inhibitions at home. Vegas; you gotta love it!

Home Sweet Home for the week.

This city’s energy is amazing, but we are three hours off our normal schedule. My real time is almost midnight, although here things are just getting started. We ate, drank, walked a lot and watched two fountain shows at the Bellagio. Now we are headed to bed. Five hours on a cramped plane makes a person weary. Who said “half the fun is getting there?” They didn’t know about today’s airlines, I’m certain. Maybe if they did, they flew first class.