Wednesday, September 24, 2025

On Our Last Day in Las Vegas, I Started Drinking Before Dawn

Las Vegas definitely has an effect on a person!

It makes a lot of practical sense, though. We were checking out of our hotel in a few hours, then flying with only carry-ons that night, so OBVIOUSLY we needed to eat up the rest of our groceries.

That means peanut butter sandwiches, potato chips, and whiskey for breakfast!


If nothing else, it gives one an opportunity for one last toast with Our Lord and Savior, The Sphere:


I really miss that giant eyeball!

Later, after everyone was up and about and packed, with all the bread and potato chips and most of the peanut butter and the last shot of whiskey in the bottle consumed, we headed down to the always ridiculously crowded lobby to check out and store our backpacks--


--and just like that, we were having our last Las Vegas adventures!


You KNOW how we feel about doughnuts, so this shockingly expensive but super fancy doughnut shop was on our must-see list:





A nine-dollar blueberry yuzu doughnut is still shockingly expensive when split three ways, but not, like, *as* shockingly expensive:


And to be fair, it was big enough that we had to eat it with forks!


The last item on my personal to-do list was this Hobbit-themed slot machine that we'd passed several times, but never when we had time to stop so I could play it. I hadn't actually planned to do any gambling on this trip, but a Hobbit-themed slot machine isn't gambling--it's paying a dollar to watch ten seconds of Hobbit-themed animation!


Alas, it turned out that the minimum pay for playing the game was not one, but FIVE dollars. I could justify wasting one dollar for ten seconds of novelty animation, but good lord not FIVE dollars! If I have five dollars to waste on novelty nonsense, I'll spend it on the Halloween Oreos that were going to start appearing on store shelves in just a couple of months (and Reader, I DID).

Honestly, it was just as fun to take photos of it for free.

You know what was also fun and free?

Using up the rest of the kid's free drink tickets!



And so some of us holding a drink in each hand, we ventured out towards our last day on the Las Vegas Strip:


You'll be pleased to know that although we were heading south, towards the more crowded part of the Strip, it was still only early afternoon, and so the crowds and buskers and solicitors and scammers were just an obnoxious background drone rather than foreground chaos. The guys dressed up as Buddhist monks trying to sell prayer beads, and the women dressed up as Showgirls of old trying to scam tourists into $50 photos were around, but the break dancers, the buskers with their own sound systems, and the people in giant cartoon character costumes were not.

It was downright idyllic!


The last item on the kid's must-do list was the Flamingo:


Because: flamingos!


We'd missed the zookeeper's talk while we were still daydrinking back at the Venetian, but fortunately one of the keepers was bopping around setting food out around the habitat, and she was happy to come over and chat and answer questions. It turns out that as well as the flamingos, they have ducks, but they ALSO have invader ducks that come in from the wild to eat up all the resident ducks' food, and quite a lot of her job is separating the two.

It makes sense, I guess. I mean, it IS a nice habitat, and the neighbors are lovely:




It was actually quite pleasant to spend the day simply wandering down the Strip. It was super hot outside, but SUPER air-conditioned inside, and so honestly popping into and then out of casinos and shopping malls felt refreshing every time and kept us from 1) dying of heatstroke or 2) freezing to death.

Before the trip, I'd marked up my Google Map with absolutely every single thing that I thought might be of interest, from free shows to weird restaurants to giant statues to themed bars, so that even though we were technically "wandering," we knew what we might want to check out along the way:


Such as sharing a french fry flight and a margarita flight from a restaurant with an entirely flights-based menu (it's a family joke that I love myself a flight--it means you don't have to make a decision!) while watching a free (incredibly underwhelming--but free!) light and projection show inside Planet Hollywood:


The only noteworthy things inside the MGM Grand were the buffet prices and getting to see a person sleeping at a slot machine--


--but I think the outside facade is lovely:


The New York New York facade is a little too corny for my taste, but it does look nice silhouetted by the sun:


My personal favorite facade and interior was Excalibur, but by that time I'd been walking for over two miles, powered entirely by alcohol and French fries, so I was fading and didn't take any photos. 

But by then our final destination was in sight, and finally, we made it!



Welcome to The Luxor! My Ancient Egypt Special Interest was still at its height, so I was STOKED to check out all the Egypt theming:


I was additionally stoked to sit down in the air-conditioned food court and drink a beverage that was not alcohol, ahem.

After a good rest and a wander around the Luxor, we tried out the free tram that got us a little ways back north--


--but otherwise it was just a long evening slog, albeit made more interesting by the fact that there was a Lady Gaga concert that night, so there was a LOT of fabulous fashion to check out as we slogged. 

When the kid suggested Las Vegas as the destination for her 21st birthday trip, I thought it was such a funny choice for her. She's not a party kid or a drinker or gambler, and honestly I tacked on that side trip to the Grand Canyon just to make sure she'd have something she genuinely enjoyed, because I thought for sure that she'd find Las Vegas disappointing. 

But Dude! Las Vegas was so fun! I was genuinely shocked by how much we all enjoyed the trip, other than the acrophobia parts, of course. I would happily go back anytime to that exact same Venetian hotel room overlooking the Sphere, to again spend my early mornings reading and watching the sunrise, my late mornings to mid afternoons reading and swimming in the resort pool, my late afternoons wandering the Strip and finding something weird to do, my (early!!!) evenings watching a show, and my late evenings back in my hotel room watching TV and eating take-out in my pajamas. 

I guess now I've got one more option for how to spend my 50th birthday next year!

Here's our entire trip!

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Monday, September 22, 2025

A Robot Made Me a Cocktail, and Then We Went to the Circus: More Adventures in Las Vegas

 Look at my luck, having the perfect view of so many beautiful sunrises on this trip!

Of all the cool Sphere displays I saw from my hotel window, my favorite iteration is the Moon that shines overnight. I wake up pretty early even when my body isn't on East Coast time, so I got to enjoy a lot of the Moon over peanut butter sandwiches and canned coffee and terrible sci-fi novels. For a tacky spectacle every other hour of the day, the Moon Sphere is genuinely lovely and charming and magical.

We mixed up our usual schedule on this day, because we wanted to hit the Wynn buffet during its slightly less outrageous but still very outrageous brunch pricing. 

The prices genuinely are outrageous, but I feel like the buffet did its part to make it worth it:

The signage claimed that these decorations were made entirely of confectionary, which I thought was pretty impressive.


I'm kind of low-key addicted to charcuterie, so I was delighted by this section and made myself my own little charcuterie tray. They had black cheese!


And obviously if somebody is making bespoke crepes, you HAVE to get one!


Crepes, meat, a gourmet tater tot that did not live up to the hype, hot chocolate, and the kid has clearly found the sushi and dumpling section.

Chorizo street taco, ube pudding, and I also found where the dumplings lived!

The kid is a particularly adventurous eater, so she had a fabulous time trying all the new-to-us foods, and my partner had a fabulous time eating every meat on offer. I just genuinely love buffets, and although COVID nearly broke me of that, I'm calm enough now that when a buffet looks very sanitary and tidy and organized, I can get back into that halcyon happy place I lived in before I knew what a global pandemic looks like. 

I sent this photo to the kid at home, who was suitably impressed. She gets through a LOT of kimchee when she's home!


And, of course, someone special is 21 years old today, so we have to have some special desserts to celebrate!


We did not have to be rolled out of the buffet afterwards, but it was a close thing.

Better go back to our room, change into swimsuits, and spend a few hours lounging by the pool while we digest!

Later that afternoon, it was time to give the 21-year-old kid a proper introduction to the casino floor. None of us are really the gambling type, but when in Vegas, etc. etc.

The casino is actually a LOT less fun than it was back in the day, because most of it is computerized and digital. You don't even get to pull an actual lever to operate the slot machines anymore--it's all video style with push buttons and ridiculous animations! And, like, everything in the world is computerized and animated these days, so it's not even worth doing it for the novelty, much less the poor odds. The stupidest thing I saw, though, is how many of the table games have switched over to be automated and/or computerized. You can't even get human interaction while playing poker anymore! And I literally saw an automated craps game, with people sitting quietly around a pneumatic-looking tube containing dice that rolled themselves. 

Anyway, none of that bullshit for MY kid! My partner escorted her around to a few different types of table games so she could learn the rules and experience the joy of getting poor quickly, lol, but ONLY the table games that had a real dealer, because WE want an authentic old-school Las Vegas, thank you very much. The kid quickly became famous, because whenever she and her sweet baby face sat down at a table, the dealer would greet her while immediately turning on the "help" light to call the pit boss over, who'd then check her ID, wish her a Happy Birthday, and give her some free drink tickets. She'd play a couple of hands of whatever, lose a little money, and then go find a different table with a different game to experience losing money at. She'd sit herself and her sweet baby face down, the dealer would greet her while flagging down the pit boss, and the entire exchange would repeat itself. I'm surprised the pit boss didn't just stick with her, since he kept having to come back to see her every ten minutes!

In the end, she did not win a penny, but she lost 15 dollars less than we'd budgeted for spending at the casino, and she made out like an absolute bandit with free drink tickets, so honestly--I think we came away with a net gain!

Of COURSE the bar that we'd been waiting to try until the day of her birthday didn't take drink tickets, but whatever--the kid wanted her very first legal drink to be served by a robot, and so that's what we did!





The kid is actually not really a drinker, so she didn't like her Tequila Sunrise (I tried to warn her about tequila, but she was choosing based on which menu illustration looked the prettiest), so I had to drink it along with my own robot-mixed margarita, but whatever. Life is tough sometimes!

And that's how I hit the streets of the Strip with a drink in each hand:

The kid did not know a thing about Siegfried and Roy so my partner and I regaled her with the full story, talking over each other in excitement because we love horrifying gossip the MOST.

The plan was to take our very sweet time walking down to the Bellagio, as we had Cirque du Soleil tickets that night, so we spent quite a long time wandering in Caesar's Palace. We rode one of the only three spiral escalators in the United States, and admired every single god and goddess in the mall:


Gotta take a photo of Athena to send to my kid back home--she's her school's patroness!


The mall is basically the same style as the one in the Venetian--stores have thematically-appropriate facades, and the ceiling is bewitched to look like the sky outside--


--but I like Ancient Greece more than I like Venice, so I really enjoyed the vibe.

They also have a beautiful aquarium that has some cool broken statuary in it. Very atmospheric:


We were there specifically to see the Fall of Atlantis, a free show that runs on the hour during a very limited time period, so we really wanted to make the effort to see it and waited quite a while for the next showing.

We were there early enough that we got excellent placement front and center in what was actually a pretty sizeable crowd, so we had the best view of what is possibly the worst animatronic show that I have ever seen in my life:


I think most of the effects were kind of broken? Because there's no way it was meant to look that janky and stupid. It was pretty cool when the monster came out at the end, though:


When the show ended, a few people sort of clapped, but the woman standing next to me BOOED! It was hilarious. Like, it's fully automated--there is nobody there to accept your criticism!

OMG you guys. I just Googled the show because I wanted to know what the monster's name is. I didn't find it because I got distracted by a YouTube video of the show, IN WHICH THERE ARE A BUNCH OF FLAMES THAT EXPLODE OUT DURING THE CLIMAX!!! My show did NOT have a bunch of flames! WTF!?!

By the time we made it back out onto the Strip, loudly roasting the Fall of Atlantis as we went, night had fallen:


This was the first time we'd been this far south on the Strip on this trip, and the first time we'd been on the Strip at night, and I haaaaaated this combo! Further north and earlier in the day, there was always a constant low level of buskers and scammers attempting to sell you $50 photos or get you to buy their CDs or prayer beads or whatever, and a constant undercurrent of drunk idiots stumbling around, but honestly, it was basically any Saturday at home when you're trying to walk downtown to the library but there's a home football game that day and maybe it's also Parents Weekend. 

But dude, at night and in the busiest part of the Strip? Omg what a sensory nightmare. All the buskers had speaker systems. All the scammers were in giant costumes--who is wanting to pay fifty bucks to get their photo taken with a guy in a giant Bluey costume in front of the fake Eiffel Tower? All the tourists were drunk and standing in big groups in the middle of the sidewalk shouting at each other. This one drunk dude in front of us literally put his cup down ON THE SIDEWALK so he could take a selfie and when the big kid, not noticing, kicked it over as she passed, he started screaming, "THAT BITCH KNOCKED OVER MY DRIIIIIINK!!!!" and lunged for her. I was behind them, so I was all, "Well, shit. I'm about to get in a fight," but fortunately, his equally drunk but less violent pals pulled him back. 

The kid wisely didn't even stop, so I think she could have escaped him even if I hadn't been a half-second from leaping onto his back like a pro wrestler. 

There was an absolute mob in front of the Bellagio Fountains, but they were still pretty!


Another huge mistake we made was in scheduling our Cirque du Soleil show. I don't even know how much attention we paid to the start time for "O," because the ticket price and the seats were what we wanted, but dude, it did not start until 9:30 PM. Like, by 9:30 on the East Coast I'm already sleepy and getting ready for bed, and this was 9:30 West Coast time--by 9:30 West Coast time I've usually been snoozing for two hours! And I'd been enjoying all those West Coast sunrises by getting up at my usual East Coast time, sooo... 

"O" was beautiful and enchanting and thrilling and surprising and I spent the majority of it dozing on my partner's shoulder.

One day I want to go back so I can actually appreciate it, ideally via a matinee showing:


The fresh air woke me up a little bit, and the post-midnight chaos on the Strip was very slightly less, so I even had the energy to watch one more fountain show--

--before making the long slog back to the Venetian.

Tomorrow is our last day!

And here's the rest of our trip!

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Friday, September 19, 2025

I Read The Lost Tomb Because I Am ALWAYS Down To Gossip About Clovis Point Conmen and Gripe About NAGPRA

I went to Hell Creek and did NOT make the most important scientific breakthrough of my time. Humph!

The Lost Tomb: And Other Real-Life Stories of Bones, Burials, and MurderThe Lost Tomb: And Other Real-Life Stories of Bones, Burials, and Murder by Douglas Preston
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The pull of this book for me was, of course, the ancient Native American and Ancient Egypt content, but I actually found myself invested in all the mysteries.

“The Clovis Point Con” chapter is on a topic that I haven’t really read about before, ie. Clovis points, but now I’m fascinated, especially because the chapter is about Clovis points, and also about a con man, and ALSO about an eccentric rich guy who made a hidden treasure clue hunt. As with some of his other articles, Preston comes to this subject because he was apparently good buddies with the eccentric rich guy in question, Forrest Fenn, and so was able to have boots on the ground as soon as Fenn started to have suspicions about the magically perfect Clovis points he was being sold. Interestingly to me, a lot of Fenn’s own collections have uncertain, sometimes downright suspicious provenance, but he sailed through a genuine FBI investigation scott-free, so who am I to judge?

I like that Preston spills a lot of interesting tea, but none of it is salacious. Here’s a nice bit from “The Clovis Point Con,” when he’s tracing the chain of provenance of the faked Clovis points from their maker, Woody Blackwell, to Fenn through an elderly antiques dealer who was friends with Blackwell: “Everyone agrees that the antique dealer was duped by Blackwell; the man has a severe heart condition, and I was asked not to mention his name in the article for fear of giving him a heart attack.”

Like, I’m even madder at Blackwell now. Dude got a guy with a HEART CONDITION wrapped up in his criminal caper!

“The Mystery of Hell Creek” is my favorite chapter, because once upon a time, I got to do my own paleontological excavation in Hell Creek. Although if I’d found something important in my own dig, I’d have immediately been booted off of it, lol!

Since these articles are several years (and sometimes several decades!) old and not re-edited to reflect the current time, you get a snapshot of what it looks like to have a mystery in progress, which I think is especially interesting after it’s been solved. The Tanis fossil site written about in “The Mystery of Hell Creek,” for instance, is now generally accepted to be what DePalma originally theorized that it was, a snapshot of the hours after the asteroid that would kill the dinosaurs hit our planet, but Preston’s article about it was written in 2019, the same year that the original 2019 paper describing the discovery was published. You should read that article, by the way, because it has pictures of the site! So the article describes not just DePalma’s discovery and what he says about it, but also the controversy surrounding it at the time and the skepticism of many in the paleontology community. Academics seriously can be the worst for political machinations and power brokering and defending their own personal intellectual fiefdoms, ugh.

Preston digs into even more political machinations in his couple of articles that have to do with the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act. I have complicated feelings about that act, mostly for selfish reasons because I want to see more of the artifacts from Spiro Mound, but most are not on display because of various connotations of that act. In thinking about that and other artifacts found at ancient Native American sites, my reasoning has always been that since we don’t know what peoples their descendants are, we should be able to study them, because Knowledge. Preston, though, in “Skeletons in the Closet,” an article actually written before that act was passed, makes a point that I have to respect: “The real issue, it seems to me, is that most Native Americans feel deeply about reburial, for whatever reason. It is not for us to judge the legitimacy of this feeling.”

FINE! I will respect the feelings of most Native Americans and continue to express my irritation only silently inside my head!

Tangent: if I ever get the chance to have any superpower I want, I will choose the superpower of knowing anything that I want to know. Like, I ask a specific question, and the answer will simply come to me. I’ll have a lot of missing person cases to get through first, but as soon as those are solved I’ll get right to the mystery of Spiro Mound.

The chapter “The Skeleton in the Riverbank” carries the point of NAGPRA further, in that Kennewick Man, a skeleton of huge archaeological importance, caused a huge custody battle that contrasted its worth to science with the desire of the native peoples of the area to rebury it. At first, it was ruled that Kennewick Man wasn’t related to any of the local native peoples so it was okay to study it, but then further study proved that it WAS related to them, so it was eventually relinquished and reburied.

Which means that it’s no longer available for further study, but I’m officially not griping about that anymore.

Another ethically complicated and very interesting issue that Preston explores includes the whole can of worms that evidence of cannibalism by historical Native Americans in the American Southwest opened up among the academic and native communities. People have a lot of feelings when you accuse their ancestors of eating each other! Even more so when you provide archaeological evidence that said ancestors smashed open the skulls of women and children, cut off their heads, roasted those heads on a fire, and then ate their roasted brains out of their skulls. To be fair to the horrified descendents, that feels kind of extreme even for cannibals…

You know I love myself some Ancient Egyptian tomb mysteries, so the titular chapter, “The Lost Tomb,” is my second favorite. It’s so bonkers to me that Egyptian tombs are still being rediscovered, and that they’re then not excavated and explored IMMEDIATELY! As I’ve previously mentioned, I want to know All The Things. This chapter introduced me to the Theban Mapping Project, which somehow in all my reading about Ancient Egypt I’ve never previously learned about. Now when I read about burials and tombs, I can finally visualize where they are! There’s another first-person connection in this chapter, as Preston actually goes to visit KV5 during its excavation season, and, charmingly, wheedles the workers a couple of different times into boosting him into newly opened chambers so he can be the first to have a look since they were buried.

The weakest chapter is the last one, “In Search of the Seven Cities of Gold.” The tone is very different, and the subject is a poorly-contextualized horseback riding trip that Preston and his buddy, Walter, took through Arizona and New Mexico in an attempt to follow Coronado’s path. This is the only passage that I loved, and found hilarious, because I, too, am, in the eyes of my immediate family, infamously obsessed with Bag Balm:

“Fortunately, in our medicine chest we found a tube of a substance called Bag Balm. Billed as an “Antiseptic Emollient Treatment for Horses & Cattle, Other Livestock, Small Animals,” this marvelous embrocation was for “Hoofs, Body & Legs, Udder & Teats.” It was also ideal for sore hands and butts. During the course of our journey we went through three large tubes of the stuff, very little of which was applied to the horses.”

I don’t know about its use as an antiseptic or a liniment, but it makes an EXCELLENT lotion for my chronically dry elbows! It smells kind of nasty, but we must all decide the price we’re willing to pay to be well-moisturized.

Even though I didn’t love that chapter, reading it made me crave a re-watch of Esteban and the Mysterious Cities of Gold. I’ve ALWAYS loved a good ancient mystery!

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