Krissy looking fantastic outside of the Luxor.
The epitome of cheesiness, the Excalibur. We basked in its glory from the outside for quite some time. The inside rivals its outer garishness.
That is one huge gold lion.
This is me on Fremont Street. The Fremont Experience is the trippy lightshow on the ceiling behind me. It changes regularly, but the one we saw was weird. It involved some sort of eighties salsa conglomeration.
This is inside the Tropicana. The ceiling is actually really low, considering there was a trapeze act going on inside. There were also dancing scantily clad women involved, but sadly Krissy was in charge of the camera at this point.