Guess what? I'm a tourist. I love the tourist traps. Especially if they serve gianormous cylinders of margaritas and nachos that are piled high with the likes of sour cream and guacamole and cheese and, oh, who the hell cares, we're drunk, bring it on.
We were escorted to our tables in under 5 minutes. WIN.
Boat races with said margaritas = one of the best decisions we collectively made all day. WIN.
View of the strip from the upstairs balcony. WIN
It was a day of win. Pretty much the only winning I did in Las Vegas all weekend...