For some reason I love Las Vegas. I think it all goes back to when my mom would take Mikey and I down for a day or two after we had visited our Grammy. The people watching can not be beat. You will never see weirder people then when you are sitting in your car driving at .05 miles an hour on the strip. I love the pling pling pling of the slot machines, the bright lights of the signs, and of course the food, in -n-out to be specific. I also love the glass sculptures in the Bellagio enterance. It's so beautiful.