Well, Samba’s, the Brazilian Steak house was wonderful. This place is located int the Mirage. I drove there instead of taking a taxi to the strip. That was the right call. Evenat 7 opm the traffic was heavy and slow. A taxi would have been expensiive. The GPS system got me t0 The Mirage just fine, but it did not lead me directly to the parking structure. That took some doing as it was not plainly obvious which way to go for what I wanted. On the plus side parking was free.

Samba’s is located in the Casino itself, that was a it of a minus. Despite a fairly robust air flow system a hint of smoke still drifted into the dining area from the Casino floor. Also you simply could not escape the flashing light and bells. That said, I loved the dinner. I had a goodly amount of the free meats, and I found them all tasty. I nearly waddled when I departed.

Geek note: the hostesses that guide you to your table are decked out in red, long-sleeved one-piece miniskirts and I could think of was original series Star Trek. If you are in Vegas and love meat drop by this place.

Afterwards I drove back to my hotel Downtown — I did not cruise the strip and I saw No Elvi Fish — I called my sweetie-wife and let my massive dinner settle.

I had though I would stay in the rest of the night, but instead after I could walk comfortably again, I walked two blocks to the Fremont Street Experience. It was touristy trap kind of things, they even had a zip-line set-up that ran the length of tthe area so that every few minuets another groups of tourists passed overhead like special forces infiltrating a terrorist base. I was tempted but did not do it myself.

Instead I returned to my room, watched a bit of Pirates Of The Caribbean: Curse Of The Black Pearl, then turned in for the night.

The Casinos, rather than floor of fun and exciement strike me as rather sad. Here at the El Cotrez it is mainly locals gambling. The Tables are cheaper an the strip. Lonely people mainly game alone. The Slot Machine players are the saddest. I see them just pressed the buttons mechanically. Lost in an electronic glammer, not evey reacting to wins or losses, just pressing the buttons over and over..