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I sit watching the long rays of the sun spill across a bazillion palm-tree dotted swimming pools. Next door is Caesars Palace, overshadowed by the gigantic neon sign of Donny and Marie at The Flamingo. I'm ready for another fun-filled day in Las Vegas. This is not a town I'd ordinarily visit, except this weekend About.com is having a Guide Event here. It's a conference where About.com's writers congregate to pick each other's brains, our New York editors' and a Maine lobster from its shells.
Before you ask, I'm not really a gambler. I might take other types of risks such as picking up a few shares of Caterpillar stock now that it's dropped below $40 a share, but in casinos, I lean toward dropping quarters into slot machines until $25 has vanished. So far, I've resisted the urge.
However, I couldn't resist the urge to read about the Sarah Palin strippers at Club Paradise. Some of them strapped toy pistols to their garter belts; others fired fake rifles into the air. Las Vegas Review-Journal reporter Elfman tried to engage one of the girls in a conversation. The stripper said, "I like what dolphins represent, you know, freedom, peace." And they say Las Vegas is all about fantasy. When the host asked the finalists questions such as "What do you say when people question your background," some riled up guy in the crowd yelled out, "We want to see your background."
You've got to love Las Vegas. Well, somebody does because millions of tourists come here every year.
Photo: Elizabeth Weintraub
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