And Vegas is just as silly as all the TV and stereotypes led you to believe. The hotel part of the Mirage is build as three wings on top of the casino, which meet at a bank of elevators. But the elevators are nowhere near the lobby. They actually make you walk past hundreds of slot machines to get to the elevators. The lobby is actually really tasteful and impressive though (maybe some pictures tomorrow), it's a pity to spoil it with the tacky, garish, noisy casino nonsense.
That I was kind of expecting. The surprise came when I went to Subway to eat dinner. I'd already found one from Google Maps that was about 500 metres from the hotel, on the Strip. What it turned out to be in practice is a casino with a Subway stuffed into one corner - if I hadn't spotted the signature subway decor I would have thought I'd walked into the wrong place.
Anyway, now I must try to convince my body clock that it is 7pm, which is in fact too early to go to bed. If I get really desperate I could always work on my thesis, but in the meantime I have the remaining half, or about 600 pages, of Peter Hamilton's The Reality Dysfunction - when he writes a space opera, he doesn't muck about. If you're into space operas it's not half bad (in spite of his somewhat disturbing obsession with sex), although so far not as good as Pandora's Star and Judas Unchained,