She makes eye contact with us as we enter the casino. She stands swaying, pulsating to the music. Raised above the gambling tables, dressed to entice the punters, she seems trance like trapped in her surroundings and her only escape is the ocassional look at her watch to ascertain how long she has left of her shift. As we look around we discover 20 similar clones, dressed the same all deviod of expression. Neon lights blaze, all sense of time is sucked dry and even pokies greet you as you step off the plane to collect your luggage.
The streets are a wash with every type of decadence imaginable. A flash of a camera, a pose with an impersonator, handbills advertising two girls for $100 and gentlemen clubs where the first lap dance is free are thrown at you (even an 80 year old granny in a Zimmer frame was handing them out). Two for one drinks, a drunk vomits next to us and the homeless advertise for sugar mummies or money for alcohol. Neon lights make you blink, (thank god, we're not epileptic) and a constant wall of sound invades our senses. Enticement to gamble spew forth promoted by show girls with teeth so white that sunglasses are needed and on every corner Elvis awaits you.
No trip to Vegas would be complete with out booking a show to see Elvis IX. Trent Carlin is suppose to be the best in the business. He has been doing his Elvis show for 23 years and it certainly looked like it. We were the youngest in a packed house of about 40 people. Zimmer frames rocked to the hits of Elvis and incontinent pads became even wetter when Elvis IX slipped into his velcro black leather suit. Elvis IX noticing Lea as the only female with all her teeth and without grey or blue rinsed hair got special attention and even a special kiss to remember the evening by.
Viva Las Vegas.
Observation 2 by Lea as we walked the streets of Las Vegas: Your dress must always cover your vagina.
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