the sirens of t.i. show used to be the treasure island pirate show when i was young, and i wish it were still that way- you know, renegade pirates, canons and sword fights, sinking ships. now it’s a bunch of dumb pussycat doll-wannabe slut sirens dancing and ‘singing’ and strutting around half naked after they capture one of the “pirates”. i still got my fire and sinking ship, but only after at least half a dozen song and dance numbers.
not to mention everywhere we went inside and around the casino, some loudspeaker voice would announce in this dramatic vegas-style voice, “you are now entering t.i.” or, “only at t.i.” how about, “i’d like a choke a siren bitch at t.i.?”
mirage made me mad, too. it used to be one of vegas’s premier hotels, with siegfried and roy’s white tigers in a free exhibit in the front of the hotel (they took it down in place of… drumroll… a burger restaurant. the new exhibit is difficult to find and totally not free). the iconic water volcano, right on the strip, still draws millions of visitors, but only when it’s not closed for repair. laaame. the aquarium in the lobby is still there, though, and more expansive than ever.
however, the night was made perfect again after watching the fountains of bellagio water show. i think the first show we caught was “con te partirò” (time to say goodbye) by andrea bocelli and sarah brightman, and it nearly brought me to tears. the choreography of the various 1,200 nozzles (some of them powerful enough to shoot water nearly 500 feet into the air), set to music and lights, is dazzling. and the shows happen every 15 minutes after dusk, so it’s easy to stay for multiple performances.
jeremy took a time lapse picture of the street behind us (the strip, with paris hotel in the background).
one curious oddity we discovered in the parking garage of caesar’s was all the footprints on the ceilings rafters. my theory was that they once laid on the ground and hundreds of constructuon workers, etc walked across them. but who really knows? (i’ve tried google. no luck.)
another curious oddity, jeremy might mention, would be how immensely painful my shoes became after hours and hours of walking. rather, how i ended up walking after hours and hours in painful shoes. and i was wearing just the sleeves of his jacket over my forearms, so my arms were looking a little truncated. he called me a retarded tyrannosaurus rex. i called him an asshole and ate his face off.
