Las Vegas. Gambling mecca, environmental nightmare, and home to one of my favorite TV shows. So far, however, we've encountered no dead bodies or arterial spray, just plenty of secondhand smoke. It's not as glitzy as I'd imagined; sure, the Venetian and Caesars Palace (no apostrophe!) are impressive, and the neon is great, but the actual casinos seem rather secondary to the shopping and entertainment options here. Many of them are half-empty, even on a Saturday afternoon, and there's no clink clink clink of coins pouring out -- most now are video slot machines that take credit cards or dollar bills. It's rather sad.
Disappointingly, the TV channels in our hotel room are failing to show "all CSI all the time!" We did come across an intriguingly liberal documentary about mob involvement with Las Vegas (and, by extension, Cuba and the Kennedys), shown most surprisingly on the Tourism channel. However, somebody must have been monitoring the viewership and realized that we were actually watching it, and so swiftly pulled it and replaced it with a tedious rundown of the subpar "entertainment" shows available in the various casinos. Damn!
High point: having lunch at El Sombrero, a Mexican restaurant downtown recommended by Lonely Planet.
Low point: trying to get a non-turkey/chicken/beef sandwich. What's wrong with tuna or cheese?
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