Day Seven - Last Chance
We decided to skip the buffet on our last day in Vegas in favor of a 50s Diner also located in the hotel. Seemed innocuous enough. Then we noticed a DJ. Then a waitress had a microphone. The waiting staff take turns singing period songs like, appropriately enough, New York New York every 10 to 15 minutes. There was a skinny white boy no one took notice of but I kept an eye on him.
Sure enough he was the most impressive of the lot really. There was this old woman, a customer who must’ve been at least a teenager in the 50s who really got into it. It was rather sweet.
I found myself wondering if people go to Vegas to die. Somehow that thought occurred to me without being morbid, it’s hard to explain.
We finally got around to actually going up the tower our hotel was named for and attached to. While in line we were subjected to a 90 second safety video that hadn’t been updated since the place opened (it needed it’s tracking adjusted!) on constant repeat. As well while we’re in line the frame to Mindi’s glasses spontaneously break. If I hadn’t been there when it happened I wouldn’t have thought it possible. Turns out travel insurance doesn’t cover that.
Back to Vegas we hopped on the monorail using our passes from the previous day. The remaining parts of the strip didn’t seem quite as impressive as the things we’d seen the previous day. We caught another fountain show at the Bellagio and headed off to dinner.
On the way we stopped at one of those half-price ticket places Burton had mentioned. The nice side of my brain hoped we could score some cirque tickets, the selfish part of me was glad to see none available. Instead we picked up some tickets to Second City at the Flamingo (that’s right, there’s a place called the Flamingo).
We headed off to dinner at Mindi’s mini-mecca, Wolfgang Puck’s. Apparently he had a TV show or something. The food and service were both outstanding.
Then it was off to Second City, with another couple fountain shows thrown In for good measure. I must admit I was a little disappointed; they had some funny moments and numerous obligatory Vegas references but they only took 2 or 3 Ask Fors from the audience and didn’t really do much with them.
Granted the audience wasn’t the greatest But part of the problem was they asked individuals rather than the audience at large. You happen to pick a shy, reluctant, or unhappy person and you’re in trouble. And when that did happen they stuck with it rather than moving on. One of the key rules of improv is not to fall in love with an idea because if the idea isn’t working you need to be able to adapt. So I would have to say TheatreSports at Granville Island actually had them beat in the improv department.
One last look at Vegas and it was back to the hotel as we have a depressingly early flight the next day.
