New York, New York.
We flew into Las Vegas last week for the first time. Our ultimate goal was: the Grand Canyon, Zion and Bryce. Wow! Wow! Wow! But first, we got stripped. And I'm not talking about Magic Mike or Naked Cirque. Which, unfortunately, we didn't see. Our style was more stripping-the-bed-of-its-bedspread.
I'm sure our bedtime set a new record for early-birds. But, exploring the strip in the wee a.m. after a good night's sleep was cooler and less crowded. It was fun. Follow our footsteps...
(just seeing if you're awake)
But, just because we went to bed early, doesn't mean we didn't have any fun. We still drank too much at the Stratosphere's epic happy hour. They make a mean Manhattan.
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