HBCC Ode to Vegas: Day 2

home of the runnin rebs

got picked up at 5:45am. JFK>LAX>delayed flight>LAS>cab line. for anyone who's ever been to vegas, you know that the cab line is infuriating. i mean, there are slot machines in the airport. so from the second you deplane, all you're thinking is, "let's go make some money." of course, that's short lived as you get to the baggage claim where some imbecile is dragging ass on the baggage chute and then you step outside to a cab line that makes no less than 10 switchbacks and usually takes no less than 30 minutes to get to the front of.

All the time you're dying to go get in on all the cool shit you just saw in the airport: strippers, clubs, gambling, david hasselhoff in mel brooks' the producers, carrot top, manilow...where did i lose you? anyways, the cab line could be one of the most efficient you've ever witnessed as there is just an endless line of cabs filing into the airport.

then you hit the cab and they've got these books for all the cool shit you can do in town. the real secret is to tell the cabbie you're in town to have a good time (i.e. a phish show maybe) then you might get a little glimpse into the REAL las vegas. try it some time.

anyways, you make your way in the cab through the ghetto before getting to the strip. along the way, you might see things like:

something for the ladies (and senor sexy)

something for the homeys

something for the pirates (ARRRRR)

really though, they're building a gold city out here. it's a little freaking ridiculous

more treasure island, cause its kinna cool looking

and the wynn. cause its just bad ass

anyways, more to come, a few photos for now