Our days in Las Vegas passed so quickly, and we both agreed, that we could easily have spent more time there. After dinner last night, our original intention was to go back to the hotel and get some sleep before our flight the following day. But we wanted to squeeze the last drops out of our Vegas stay, so we went up to Beer Park to have a goodbye Michelada.
Beer Park is a beer garden right on the Strip. I usually avoid places, where the waitresses are wearing hotpants, but the view of the dancing fountains at Bellagio is reason enough for me to bear over with the man-cave nature of Beer Park. They were showing a football game when we arrived, and everybody was cheering on their favorite team. I’m not interested in sports at all, so it took me quite a while just to identify what kind of game it was. The purple team won, and the table next to ours just couldn’t stop celebrating