We saw Penn and Teller and I was disappointed. They’ve been doing excellent shows since before I was born. It was a bummer to catch them on an off night. I would love to see them again, but with different acts.
I’ve watched enough Westworld to know that “hosts” is code for “expensive robots you can kill and/or fuck.”
I’ve gone several times at the request of bachelors. Here’s my advice for fun: rent a car and visit red rocks or Hoover dam, play video poker and people watch while you get free drinks, enjoy pools and sunny weather, try restaurants, or basically do anything but just sit and gamble on the strip.
I am a little disappointed for you. I suppose it makes sense that they have good days and bad days, because they do a lot of shows. We have been lucky to always attend on the good days. And I have been asked on stage twice, which is cool.
The acts do change over time, which is also the case for most of the Cirque shows.
The biggest problem I have is that the kids get jaded to such experiences. I was thinking they should be super stoked that they get to do stuff like that fairly regularly. But human nature sort of dictates that they naturally assume that all the kids grow up with such experiences.
I’m surprised they didn’t have the OP sign an NDA to work in the high roller suite
Late stage anthropomorphism.
You can say that again. We’ve taken our kids to some pretty amazing places, and to cool cities all over the world. But they will both tell you that San Antonio is the coolest place they’ve ever been. What the heck. My daughter was significantly more impressed with the rooftop pool at our hotel there than she was with the observation deck of the Empire State Building, for instance.
Coworker took her kid to Disney. Good time was had by all at great expense. Upon returning home, Grandma asked the kid what was his favorite part of the trip, and kiddo pauses, thinks for a minute, and replies, “Riding the train from the hotel to the park.”
Kiddo is not wrong.
Rich people are just super gross.
The Disneyland monorail is awesome!
I was there several years ago with siblings. One evening on the rooftop bar of The Palms casino, we had drinks in hand and were looking at the lights of the city all around us. My brother summed up the moment perfectly by saying “This town is a shiny shit-hole.”
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@werdnagreb a relative read all the signs about not leaving the road, not traveling alone, always carrying a gallon of water. His rental hit a rock, and he had to hike his lonesome self back, several miles to the road, with only a 5ooml water bottle in the blazing Death Valley sun. Remember, if you survive, it is an anecdote.
@beep54orama Money can’t buy you happiness; but it does allow you to piss on the butler.
I see some sense in that. If one assumes that the family shows up to the resort in the evening, then the next morning the monorail is going to be the first thing they encounter that is really outside of normal experiences. That probably does not apply to some kids (like mine), who have spent a bunch of time on the Shinkansens or the equivalent.
But my approach to giving the kids neat experiences has always been that what they enjoy most at the time might not be what makes the biggest impression on them later. Sometimes, I drag them on an adventure that to them at the time seems like the Bataan Death March, but they later remember the experience as fun. I have dragged them to nearly every ruin and pictograph in the southwest that we can locate. At the time, it was nothing but complaints about seeing more “red rocks with scrawls on them”. They no longer remember complaining.
But they probably can never appreciate how much effort parents put into these things. One year, we did atomic power. We started by hunting for uranium ore in Utah, worked through the test ranges and the Manhattan Project sites, and their associated museums, visited Trinity and some of the national laboratories. The next year we visited Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The kids had been there before, but were too little to really connect to the experience. Once again, there were a bunch of red rocks to be looked at and complained about. But it had to have impacted their worldview in a positive manner. Or so I prefer to believe.
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