Zombies, Beatles, and Monster Trucks

I decided I needed a break from the constant chaos in which I was living-my husband was in Las Vegas for two weeks due to his work with a show in town so it provided the perfect opportunity for an escape.  I could retreat from the madness and enjoy some one on one time with the man I rarely see, whom I love, and enjoy laughing with.  And…Vegas!

Alright, I’m not really a Vegas type person-I don’t enjoy boisterous crowds, random people yanking me over to their kiosks and slathering bee sludge on my face to “help reduce wrinkles,” or intoxicated individuals arguing with police about how they are not actually drunk. No, I much prefer quiet places with the least amount of interaction with strangers as possible-this is why we usually stay at a casino in Jean, Nevada.  It mostly hosts an older crowd who are fairly sedate, a few buses of Asian tourists, and a truck driver here and there.  We liked it much better before it was bought by another company who removed the buffet and replaced it with a Denny’s…I’m not sure whose bright idea that was.

We looked into some shows that sounded interesting and the first one we chose was Zombie Burlesque.  What a cute show, I thoroughly enjoyed it!  The performers were quite talented and the theater was small enough to make it possible for everyone to have a great view.  I would have enjoyed it even more if I wasn’t tense due to the fact that there is audience participation.  You see, I’m an observer, not a participator;  I would have been mortified had I been pulled out of the audience to go on stage.  But I did laugh and enjoy myself-thank you, Zombies!


We drove around the strip and the surrounding areas and I was able to see what they don’t advertise about Las Vegas;  the homeless population.  People pushing their belongings in shopping carts,  sleeping on the sidewalks or in parking lots,  talking to themselves as they cross the street.

Zak Bagans of Ghost Adventures has a museum in Vegas and we were hoping to check it out but, unfortunately, it hasn’t opened yet.  I was looking forward to seeing his creepy collection of haunted artifacts! Maybe next time.


Robert is a huge Beatles fan so after a little nudging from him I relented and agreed to watch Beatleshow Orchestra.  I was impressed by their musical talent and their costumes, as was the young boy who sat next to me.  During each song he yelled, “Beatles, WooWoo!”  After the show, the man who played John Lennon saw the young boy and said, “There’s my favorite fan!” and motioned for him to come over and stand with the guys so his mother could take a picture.  I doubt that boy will ever forget it.


Our final show of my stay in Las Vegas was the Monster Jam Finals.  I’d never been to any sort of car or truck show so I was interested.  Sam Boyd Stadium was packed with fans who each had their favorite Monster Truck.  Little kids had their pictures taken next to as many vehicles on display as possible.  It was quite the family affair.

I ended up with a lot more pictures of the Monster Trucks than I had anticipated-I enjoyed watching them flip their trucks as the crowd went crazy and you can certainly tell that quite a bit of practice goes into performing these tricks.

 

It was quite a show!

 

I was able to stay with Robert and visit for about a week and we both needed the down time.  It was nice to relax and spend time together in person since the majority of our communication is via text or phone calls.  That gets very old.

Little did I know just how much I’d need this break until I got home and the shit really hit the fan.

Stay tuned.