The Fourth

I suppose I should be in bed, as we have to be at the airport in about six hours and we're not even done packing. Oh well, I can sleep on the plane like everyone else on every flight leaving Vegas, right?

We had a relatively uneventful day. We decided early on to scrap our original plans of dancing at one of the nightclubs at the Palms. Both of us have sore feet from last night. So we spent most of the day at the slots, then came back to the condo and tried to decide what to do to celebrate Independence Day.

We had settled on the idea of taking a cab to the Stratosphere and having drinks at the bar on top of the tower. But the cab lines were already pretty deep with no cabs in sight, so we opted for taking the monorail down to Paris instead. Of course, the lines for the Eiffel Tower were longer than the lines to get a cab, so we ended up just walking outside, where we got to see both the Bellagio fountains and the Caesar's fireworks going off at the same time - along with a helicopter landing in the northbound lanes of Las Vegas Blvd. (we still have no idea why; I just went to three local news websites and no one is mentioning it). Got some great video.

Then we went back inside and had drinks at a little casino bar with a DJ. Being in Vegas on the first holiday weekend after Michael Jackson's death is a trip. I've heard "Billie Jean," "Thriller," and "PYT" more in the past two days than in the previous 20 years combined!

Okay, well, I guess I should get SOME sleep in order to make it onto the plane...