We really hate Las Vegas and everything it represents. Excess, gluttony, indulgence, noise, smoking, gambling. We booked flights for our trip out of Las Vegas because they were the cheapest rates, but I don't ever care to come back.
When planning the trip, we decided to get tickets for one of our favorite AGT performers, Magician Mat Franco. We waited forty-five minutes for a taxi to get to the theater and then struggled through the ubiquitous slot machines to pick up our tickets. We escaped the smoke and noise for a short time to enjoy a delicious dinner served by a lovely, personable waitress.
The show was delightful! Mat is so sweet and funny that we were glad we had endured the horrors of this city to see him. I raised my hand every time he asked for volunteers and was disappointed not to be chosen. We certainly understand that his magic is all illusion and sleight of hand, but he is so proficient and entertaining, that we get drawn right in.
Driving five hours across the desert in temps soaring up to 103 made us hunger for the cool air and color of western NY. Just a few more hours!
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