Las Vegas, here we come!

Kevin and I just returned from a vacation to Las Vegas, and it was awesome! We stayed at a great hotel, ate good food, saw a really funny variety show (and had drinks in those gimmicky plastic glasses with blinking lights), enjoyed the assortment of pools, worked on our tans, and saw the Vegas classics - the fountains at the Bellagio, the pirate show at Treasure Island, the erupting volcano at the Mirage, the show on Fremont St., and we went to the top of the Stratosphere for some great aerial nighttime views of The Strip. Oh, and we managed to donate some money to the Greater Las Vegas Casino fund. :)

The funniest part of the whole trip was our experience on the shuttle from the airport to our hotel. To start, we landed at 11 pm local time (which felt like 1 am). Then, the shuttle line was so long we had to wait for the 3rd bus to arrive before we could finally leave the airport. When we sat down, a group of 3 women sat just in front of, and next to, the four of us (our friends Kara and Jeremy were also on vacation with us). We had just gotten on the highway, when woman #1 exclaimed "Ooh, look at those lights. What hotel do you think that is?" Woman #2 replied, and correctly, "That's the parking ramp of the airport." You see, every structure on or near the Strip in town is adorned with lights of some sort. Then, we passed a billboard for a show called "Thunder Down Under," which was obviously meant for women. Woman #2 saw the billboard and said "Oh, I have that tape!" Well, our group was trying not to laugh at this, as the woman was sitting there with her fanny pack and a pillow covered with snow-skiing polar bears - not the stereotypical strip club attendee. Then, she continued with "...except my tape is just called 'Australia.'" Now we were really struggling to keep the laughter to a minimum. Woman #1 then chimed in to explain, in detail, to Woman #2 just what "thunder down under" means. I don't think I've ever heard anything so funny at 2 am.