Day 3 was a rather uneventful one. After checking out of the Hilton we moved up strip to the prime real estate that is the Monte Carlo. Megan and Mom relaxed poolside with what 'rays were available while Dad and I learned how crappy Craps could be. We got a crash course in when not to bet and why when a seven shows up you can win and lose. After class I lost the fastest 40 bucks in Vegas since my last trip in December '07 at a single deck Blackjack table (I learned back then that the sports book was the place to win).
Later that evening we all headed out to Fremont St. where, according to the Harry Shearer narrated infochannel, Vegas all started. Mom and Dad were clamoring to get there. Needless to say, it was old and gold and the waitresses were golden girls too (eww). The street itself had a canopy the entire length of two blocks that turned out to be an LCD screen (sponsored by LG of course). The "show" consisted of images flashed across the LCD lights every half hour. If you talk to Scottie too hottie, he'll tell you its one of the finer sights of Vegas. Well, we haven't been to Beatles Love yet now have we?
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