Next stop, Las Vegas Convention Center. This is the most convenient place to get off if you’re a sucker and you’re here for a work event. Hey, dum-dum, didn’t it ever occur to you that maybe you could GAMBLE and win big and never work again? Or, you know. Enjoy them Powerpoints.
Welcome to the Flamingo! You ever seen a pink hotel before? Yes, nothing screams class like a hotel color with a basis in Bubble Yum. Oh, and we’ve got flamingos in a weird pool thing. A habitat, I guess. You know, sometimes after a long day of gambling, you just want to commune with nature. Why not look at a crazy pink bird that may or may not be a robot?
Next stop, Caesar’s Palace. And yes, we’re aware there are lots of historical inaccuracies contained within those walls. Thanks for pointing that out. You know, the most fun person on the Vegas trip is the former history professor who decides to drink hot tea because he wants to stay sharp and point out how Caesar would have never worn that kind of dagger on his belt. I’m thinking of heading to that Atlantis resort later this year if you’re available to come ruin that too.
Next stop, Harrah’s. What’s with the creepy jesters all over? We don’t know either. On the plus, they distract you from the creepy man with the open leopard shirt on street level.
Last stop, Sahara Street Station. You might be asking why the monorail doesn’t go up the strip all the way to Fremont. It’s a valid question. I’d answer it with another question: Go fuck yourself and enjoy your bus ride.