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| wine storage where 'wine angels' go to retrieve your $2000 bottle of cabernet sauvignon. |
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| i think we should demand a refund for false advertising. note the words above the white buttons. |
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| this neon-infused slot machine monstrosity is definitely a draw. |
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| las vegas's (cleaner) version of the manhattan skyline. |
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| taking air-conditioned tram rides certainly makes for easier sightseeing than downtown manhattan during the summer. new york's signature hot trash-infused air is notably absent here. |
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| if only this version of the lion had lasers for eyes like the previous one that sat atop the mgm grand. |
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| sandy, roaming the casino in search of the optimal slot machine. bonus party? |
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| no lasers. *sigh* |
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| the las vegas strip, where any number of seedy events are taking place at any given moment in time. |
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| retro slot machine catering to the demograpic of social security-collecting gamblers intent on blowing their grandchildren's college tuition. hm, is that a blue fruit or a grenade? |
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| uninspiring payoffs. |
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| these spiderweb style machines seem fairly complicated compared to your typical vanilla las vegas slot machine. never underestimate the adaptability of the human animal! |
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| inside of the luxor. |
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| as reading egyptian hieroglyphics is one of my specialities, let me translate those readings for you: "welcome to the luxor, steak and lobster special just $8.99!, blah blah blah .." |
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| the inevitable destination for (sometimes) previously popular recording artists who have reached an unescapable low in their careers. |
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| retreating back to our room. |
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| ah, the bellagio. |
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| eeeee!? celion dion evidently has her own store in caesar's palace: cds, lyrics, posters, keychains, clothes, ... near, far, wherever you are ... |
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| beer in one hand, slot machine in the other. clearly a classic. |
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| $12,000 wooly mammoth!!! |
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| at the excalibur hotel. |
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| no trip to vegas is complete without visiting the dangeorous creatures exhibit! |
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| i suppose this fish could be dangeorous in the context of ending up on my dinner plate. why are you here!? |
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| more stuffed-animal model than menacing-looking creature. |
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| this "baby" arowana pales in comparison to the giants at the california academy of sciences aquarium. |
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| once again, dangeorous to who?! |
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| arowana. |
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| piranna (picture). |
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| piranna (actual). get on my dinner plate, piranna! |
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| getting sprayed by requisite jungle-like mist. |
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| danger level: green. |
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| sandy, tunnel. |
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| me, tunnel. |
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| after seeing this stingray's barb first-hand, it's not hard to imagine why this resulted in the end of the crocodile hunter. |
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| eeeee! note the little stingay in the back, in training to become as err .. |
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| lionfish, of course. |
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| continuing the sandy/lionfish series. |
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| weird angle. |
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| eels. again, get on my dinner plate! |
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| random shark. |
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| heading back to the mgm for "dinner". |
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| sandy at pearl (@ the mgm grand), a restaurant that serves some of the most mediocre chinese food on the planet. |
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| menu. we ordered a fancy prix fixe menu that came with wine pairings. wine pairings at a chinese restaurant seemed a little strange, but, hey, this is vegas, right? |
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| note that the menu didn't explicitly list what wines were being paired with what, so you would think the waiter would clear this up. now imagine a middle-aged chinese woman w/ a very strong accent who is bound to this task. |
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| chinese woman: "some champagne for you?". huh? *some* champagne? what are we talking about here?
1990 moët et chandon, cuvée dom pérignon or table wine?
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| *yawn* |
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| chinese woman: "*the* sauvignon blanc." the? |
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| overpriced. |
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| chinese woman: "*the* chadonnay". the chadonnay!? |
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| blah. |
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| hm. |
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| chinese woman: "*the* cabenet sauvignon". admittedly, i should have known better than to order wine this way at a chinese restaurant, even if it is vegas. but the food wasn't any better either, so pearl gets a -1 rating overall from me. |
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| bleh. |
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| finally, the classic. i guess for dessert, she decided to pull out the big guns and lay this combination on me. chinese woman: "*some* *wine* for you." some wine!?!? oh, pearl. |
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| some wine. |
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| barf. |
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| the luxor pharaoh's pheast buffet, by comparison (food/price), was pure heaven. =D |
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| this "dessert", composed of essentialy pure sugar, was a little questionable, but for $10 (or whatever it was) overall, you can't really complain about it. |
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| blob of cheesecake. |
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| sandy pheasting like a
pharaoh at the luxor
hotel in las vegas.
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| random person: (1) wins 500 quarters, (2) taps sandy on shoulder, (3) points to screen (no spoken words). the coors light in hand completes this description. |
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| and there it is. |
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| our machine. *sigh* maybe i should start drinking coors light and wearing a cap too. hm ... |
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