After much debate, we're staying at The Flamingo -- the first big bad casino on the Strip. It's construction got Bugsy Siegal killed. He skimmed too much off the construction, and even his old friend Meyer Lansky couldn't save him from getting shot. The hotel supposedly had a special elevator from his penthouse, down to a service floor, and out to a 24 hour waiting getaway car. But they came for him in Los Angeles.
I'm aiming for a free upgrade to a "Go" room...without losing money first (yeah, right.) Here are the original matchbooks from the opening
And a photo of the original hotel. The last remaining shreds of it were demolished in the 90s.
I heart pink flamingoes!!!
POST -TRIP UPDATE
Well, we're back, and I've developped an irrationally intense love of pink flamingoes & palm trees. The Flamingo was all I hoped it would be, and Vegas was less sleazy than I had feared, (and more romantic).
We drove up from Phoenix with one of my closest friends from high school, Diana, and her husband Steve. Diana & I reconnected at the 20 year reunion last year, and she proposed this trip since we we all be turning 40 this year. Eeek.
Here's a shot of the Hoover Dam -- between Diana (urban planner) Steve (geologist) and my husband Mark (civil engineer) I knew we'd be spending some quality time talking infrastructure ;)
And the New York New York hotel, from the highway; Eiffel and Excalibur.
Our travel compatriots held an unofficial contest based on the "Everything's sexier in Vegas" slogan, instigated by Kristen, who asked "Everything? are the condiments sexier in Vegas?" No clear winner emerged for the sexiest condiment, but I judge a tie for Least Sexiest Condiment between Erin's contribution "sour cream" and Kristen Herself's suggestion, "ANYTHING in a Costco jar."
We ending up eating dinner at the outdoor cafe at Paris Las Vegas, Mon Ami Gabi. Expensive, but not ridiculous considering you can see the fountains at the Bellagio across the street.