Las Vegas is a town that likes to celebrate. Any excuse is a good one. These days nearly every hotel we’ve gone into has huge displays in honors of Chinese New Year. I imagine that this used to be the time for Valentine’s Day tableaus, but visitors here come from everywhere and the Chinese are noted for their love of gambling, The island of Macao, a short distance from Hong Kong, is a gambling mecca and many of the casinos and hotels we see here have oriental twins there. Many of the displays here included monkeys, which was a bit puzzling until we realized that this is the Year of the Monkey. We see a lot of peaches, too. Symbols of good luck or good fortune?? You always need those here.
We went up in the High Roller, the world’s largest ferris wheel that was under construction the last time we were here. (A new ferris wheel is being built in our town Chicago, so we’re wondering if that claim to fame will be short lived.) When the High Roller first opened, it was so popular you had to buy a ticket for a specific time, but on a weekday in February we just walked right on. Each car can hold thirty people, but there were so few tourists, each group got a car to themselves. We enjoyed the views from above, but the gondolas could have been a bit cleaner when it came to photographing through the glass. The views would be even more amazing at night, but then they charge $10 more. We’re too cheap.
Then we headed to a small night club to see Rich Little. We were a little surprised to see that he is still performing since he has a few years on us, but he was still in fine form. We saw Bob Newhart a few years ago and he showed his age much more. One thing people have always enjoyed is that when you get Rich Little, you get a whole gang of other people. He's known as the man with a thousand voices. I especially enjoyed hearing his George Burns once again, a man beloved in my memory. Little interspersed his act with video clips from his many performances over the years, but had many modern and current references as well. He didn’t spend his whole act looking in the rear view mirror. We sat very close to him, even though we didn’t pop for the higher price tickets. (There’s a cheapness theme running here.) As we waited to go into the club, we stood in the line with the other cheap customers and as the maître'd took our tickets he commented that we were High Rollers. We looked at him perplexed; there’s no way that could be true. Then we realized that Ken had mistakenly handed him the ticket stubs from the ferris wheel ride. If only.