When in Vegas I took along my trusty Fuji Instamatic. It's too bad these aren't scratch and sniff... there were some interesting pockets of odor that I can only compare to a special port-a-potty kind of smell. Good stuff.
One of the best parts of our visit was watching a man named Big Elvis perform. I think he may have a few hundred pounds on the real Elvis, even at his heaviest. His singing was pretty on par though. I also participated in a dancing "contest". I blame the beer special. But hey, I got a signed certificate and everything. Woo hoo. The shame and embarrassment was worth it.
More photos after the jump...
2 comments:
Las Vegas always makes for some beautifully grimy photos and lovely lights...I love em'
Thank you sir! Yeah, there was more gross than glamour... at least that I saw.
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