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| - Parking at the Luxor is a cinch. For those in heels or piss drunk, note it's not a short walk from the garage to wherever you're going. However, the walkway has a few horizontal escalators, and it's not a boring walk, as you can glimpse the pyramid through the ceiling.
The Luxor itself - a freaking PYRAMID - is a grandiose piece of architecture, full of equally large fountains and statues. Passing through their casino, we saw the floor was busy, even by night, in classic Vegas style. A crowd filled the bar and lounge area by LAX Nightclub's entrance. We partied, searched for a friend that we lost track of [1], and had an all-around good time.
The men's bathroom near LAX is clean. How do I know this? Because I spent an hour in one, as my friend stood in a stall, desperately trying to lose his lunch, snack, dinner, and, oh, the 15 shots we helpfully suggested he drink over the course of the night [2]. I recall talking to a friendly janitor, but no one else (security, bystanders) seemed to care that I was yelling at my friend to puke and get out already [3].
Four stars for fond memories.
[1] he might have been under the influence
[2] same guy we lost earlier (see [1]), it was his birthday
[3] he finally upchucked in my friend's car, thank goodness for plastic bags
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