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| - How is the good barge of Cleopatra? Well, It's a faux barge with real water beneath it. The barge is really a stage for a live band that plays/sings covers and a dance floor raised over water in full view of one of the main hallways of Caesar's Palace.
And thus, the galpals ran to Cleopatra's Barge like a fat kid to cake. We can dance!!! They giggled when crossing the plank to board Cleopatra's barge. And the dude pals followed in tow through the crowd of tables, bottles, and cigarette butts - and over flotsam and jetsam of napkins and beer bottles. Though, you might find a few treasures of cell phones or bracelets in there, I betcha.
After a bit of doing the Jr High shuffle because of my drink, I realized that the barge had a crew of and onlooking older folk. Surreal. Thursday night must be mid-life crisis night. I considered the possibility of a valet parking lot full of Chrysler Sebrings, the divorcee special. Because it's Vegas, anything can happen, it might be just one of those nights. Regardless, the crew danced away. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
My girl ordered a $12 amaretto sour made by some old dude. FTW?! He must've charged us in Great Depression era dollars. Seriously.
I was also proud of the girls as they were able to fend off all dude advances without calling me or any of the bros in for the assist. Though I had to maneuver sprightly with drink in hand around the older couple who thought they were auditioning for Dancing on the Stars. Hey?! Is that Warren Sapp..................??! Burn baby burn. Let the motherf*cker burn.
Cleopatra's Barge is a fun little pit stop to kill some time between destinations in Vegas in the weeeeee hours of the morning. While I'm not Ceasar doing the Mambo #5 with his Egyptian thang Cleopatra, I can say this - for the hour that I was there, I didn't feel gypped at all.
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