I've taken more than my fair share of drunken strolls through Caesars in Vegas and this place always catches my eye and makes me feel even more intoxicated. The Seahorse Lounge? Really? Was I drinking absinthe tonight???
Sometimes I can't help but go order a drink, I'm like a drunken moth mystified by the alluring draw of the cheesy flame.
The drinks are expensive and the place is always empty, except for the occasional straggler hooker looking for easy prey, but there is not enough Seahorse juice in the world for me to fall victim. I just grab my gin and tonic and continue my journey into the Vegas night.