Who knew that we had Vegas all to ourselves until yesterday?
We got all dolled up, me in my sparkly, sequinned little red number, and aimed for the Noodle Shop at Mandalay Bay for dinner. We had an amazing soup there the other night and craved a repeat performance. However, the half-empty restaurant we had floated into just a couple of days prior was now alive with the clicking sound of chopsticks and a queue of hungry tourists snaking down out front. We’re just not liner-uppers so we went with a plan b which was just fine!
The other night at Paris we wanted to try the buffett. Almost every review I consulted called it the best in Vegas (plus it was highly recommended by a trusted pal) but its lineup was astoundingly long. So we opted for a lovely Italian restaurant instead and it was delicious.
So we’ve established that we’re not the most patient people on the planet and we are flexible enough to change our plans! But we didn’t realize that we had so much of the strip to ourselves until the hour of Christmas dinner passed and the floodgates opened.
Last night we went to the Sahara and The Comedy Spot. JJ Walker emceed and headlined but the other two comics were much funnier. It is magical here at night-time, even if the tram stops running at 10:30 and you have to trot a lot. We also explored New York New York and it ranks second to Paris in my mind as the hotel with the most authentic atmosphere. We checked out the Stratosphere and didn’t even consider going on the insane rides atop the tower whose point is to make you feel like you’re about to be pitched over the side to a long fall and a certain death! The crowds are thickening and the excitement is building toward New Year’s Eve by which time we’ll be back home, feeling sorry for Dick Clark from the comfort of a couch.