Viva la Tacky

The fountain show at the Bellagio. AMAZING! Definitely my favorite thing to see in Vegas. Absolutely beautiful. There was a show every 15 minutes and the fountain was choreographed to music. We must have watched it 6 or 7 times.


This was the fountain show looking down from the top of the fake Eiffel Tower.

EF paid for us to go to the cheesy, tacky wax museum. Not sure who in their right mind would spend their own money on this but since it was free we had fun.
I look way psycho. Love this picture.
Hmmm.... smells like... homewrecker.
Who doesn't love a Stature of Liberty made out of Jelly Bellies?
This salsa was soooo stinkin' good.


Ceiling inside the Bellagio.
Bellagio.

Bellagio.
Caeser's Palace... Our hotel.


Fountains, fountains everywhere.
He was wearing a bikini underneath.

So, to sum up Vegas-- a city of gluttony. I saw so many children there with their families and I have absolutely no idea why anyone would expose their children to such a worldly place. Porn everywhere-- on the ground, shoved in our faces as we walked down the street, on the sides of vans and buses, hanging on the buildings. I have no desire to go ever go back. I feel like I need to cleanse myself inside and out now.
At one point, we passed a group of young teenage boys who were there as a sports team and they had their adult chaperones with them. A few of them had collected these pornography cards that were scattered all over the ground and being handed out by a ton of people on the street. They were laughing and giggling over them. Adam and I walked up to them and said, "Boys, you don't need that stuff. How would your mom feel if she knew you had those?" They stopped laughing immediately and turned their heads away and looked down in shame and then walked away. They knew what they were doing was wrong.
There were high points and we did have fun walking through all of the hotels and watching the freakshow foot traffic. We saw a whole lot of skin on this trip. It's good to be home.