Lost Wages brought me to Lost Wages, NV…

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Vegas, a whole other world… And with the merry band that was gathering, it even got stranger.

But first I need to talk about my Elvis want-a-be at the Stratosphere. Ok, I not too much to say about an Elvis who can’t make it in Vegas… Why else would he be working behind the counter at a hotel? He needs a little more mutton chops, his hair has more oil than a Texas gusher, hips couldn’t stop whatever they were doing, and when he say “that’s all right” it was tough not to laugh out loud… He checked me in with pre-paid rooms and no changes in the same time the other clerks checked in 3 parties each. I guess he keeps audience captive in a different way.

Back to the more worth while sights and over to airport. The flight from North Dakota via MSP and Salt Lake City was a little late even for a late flight. But Dad and Mom didn’t look worse for their travels. Once in the terminal, Mom didn’t even stop at a one armed bandit on the “D” concourse. She waited until she was at the “A” concourse waiting for her sister on an Alaska Air flight from Seattle… Let the games begin…

Just past midnight, we packed into the car… Three guesses as to where we headed… “The Strip” And if it took you more than one second to guess that…

The route went from the airport, past Motel 6, and McDonalds… This is Las Vegas… even Motel 6 and McDonalds are in lights at this hour…

Ok, a better route description follows.

Past the Tropicana and MGM, a left the Statue of Liberty, past the Excalibur Castle, Luxor and a U-Turn at the Laughing Jackalope for the first time.

Up the strip

Lost Wages Coaster Nascar Cafe